Therefore, even if the origin of Taiyin is kept secret, it cannot erase the existence of the divine power of the Sun.

The only thing that can defeat the divine power of the sun is the divine power of the sun. Of course, the leader of the Southern Sect can transform it into something more powerful.

But the nature of the divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, which is tantamount to helping the past without a trace in disguise.

The full moon hung quietly high in the clouds. After the Mad King was born with the power of the lunar calendar, it gave birth to endless resentful spirits that evaporated. Wave after wave came, and in the end it became a competition of spiritual power.

Whoever's spiritual power dries up first will be defeated. However, the darkness in the heart of Master Wuhen's palm gradually fades away, and the blood takes over. He is about to suppress the evil thoughts in the black ball. When the blood in the heart completely recovers, he will become an illusory god.

Moreover, the phantom gods who can suppress evil thoughts, whether they are Ling Tuo or the leader of the Southern Sect, are not in a hurry, they all lurk quietly.

At this time, Master Wuhen suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. He sensed Xiao Yuan's request for help, but when he tried to follow the message, his connection with the Dreaming Jade Talisman was concealed.

At this time, in the void, the strange voice of the leader of the Southern Sect, who could not distinguish between male and female, came, with a cold smile: "You really think you can win?"

"That's too much to underestimate the planning ability of the Lord of Taiyin. Past is Wuhen, do you want to see the fate of your disciples and grandchildren?"

After the words fell, a large picture appeared in the void, which was a scene of a wanderer in the world being shot in the head.

The scene of the teacher being pierced through the heart, the scene of the sweet red devil being burned by the fire and turning into ashes, the scene of Aunt Fang being beheaded, and the scene of Lin Chong dying in pain in his dream.

The heart in Master Wuhen's palm quickly turned black, and the golden Buddha that existed from beginning to end opened its eyes.

There was no mercy in his eyes, and the demonic flames surged into the sky. Master Wuhen went crazy and roared, "Lingtuo!"

A chuckle came from the surging black clouds.

In a certain retro-style theater in Beijing, Elder Cai stood on a high trapezoidal viewing platform, looking at the empty stage, and said loudly.

"Palace Master, I have something to report to you. Past Wuhen failed to be promoted to the Phantom God and is about to go crazy. For the safety of the innocent people in Jinshan City, please take action to kill this thief."

Behind the curtain of the stage, a soft and charming voice came, "I know."

In the Xie family's old house, Zhang Yuanqing was full of wine, arm in arm with Xie Su, chatting and laughing with his ancestors.

"My ancestors will wait for me to hide for a month. When I'm done hiding, I will come out and marry your girls from the Xie family. I want to marry ten of them."

"Drink too much, drink too much." Xie Su patted his prospective son-in-law on the shoulder, "Xie family, you can only marry Lingxi!"

"This is your fault, father-in-law. Aunt Xie is so beautiful, why don't you have more girls and marry them all to me?" Zhang Yuanqing said.

Xie Su was silent for a moment and pushed him away in disgust, "Lingxi said you are a dedicated man. When will this girl have good eyesight? She really lacks social experience."

The ancestor reprimanded his great-grandson, "What's the crime if my father-in-law has three wives and four concubines?"

Zhang Yuanqing raised his glass: "My ancestors still speak well. I will go back after my ancestors drink this glass."
Chapter completed!