The chanting of spells, the spread of spells, thunder, rain, and wind are intertwined. Even these great monks of the time are in this rolling thunder.

In the center of the ball of light, he was under the gale at the moment, his long clothes were fluttering, and thunderstorms hit his body from time to time, and his clothes gradually became wet.

Wait, the clothes are getting wet, and the wind can continue to blow under this spell?

"It's not your fault for resisting, the ants are still stealing. But to those who stand in my way!"

"Mystery: Absolute Path—Prevailing in the World!"

Heaven and earth instantly faded, leaving only black and white. The black is the figure, the white is the emptiness, and the black and white lines are drawn. And these lines are the wind, but also the sword, and they seem to be the sword intent. Everyone seemed to have fallen under the spell of imprisonment, and their bodies were stiff, but their minds were still running. They watched in silence as the black and white flowed, and the sword intent flew and raged. But there was nothing to be done. When black and white skimmed over everyone, they could feel the coldness of the sword intent touching their bodies and the hot pain after black and white. Fortunately, it seems that this black and white sword intent is not controlled, it is cut randomly, some people die directly, and some people are only slightly injured. The most important thing is that when the black and white sword intent cuts through the body, the touch of the sword is very strong, and it is not like a sword intent but a real sword.

I don't know how long the black and white lasted, but for the people present, it was undoubtedly a torture, despair! For a deep despair! In this time of mystical bondage, this is the greatest feeling of people! Yes, the way of despair! Isn't it the way of time, how can this be? A person's way reflects a person's thoughts throughout his life. Techniques, appearances, and expressions can deceive people, but Taoism does not deceive people! This is the direction that a person has studied and pursued all his life! What has this person experienced in such despair? This is what Wei Chenyu thinks at this moment. How can it be believed that there is such a person! The sword is the head, and there is such a mind. When black and white skimmed over him, it was a little slower. The tip of the sword slashed through her hair, and a strand of green silk fell: "Get out of here!"

The color returned, and the man was still standing in the center of the ball of light. But what did it feel just now?

Thousands of techniques converged on one point, and there should have been extremely strong energy fluctuations and spatial explosions collapsing, but there was no sound at this time. And this is when despair begins—people begin to realize that the despair they have just experienced is not an illusion, and that it has already happened! Blood, stumps, rain, thunder, and wind are gathering here. And, the people's cry of sorrow and roar!"The people of the time, Lao Tzu will destroy your nine clans and eighteen generations!" This is the voice of all the living monks present! Such a cruel death, such a desperate way of swordsmanship, the death of the same clan, children, and relatives, made these surviving people completely hysterical and crazy!