The Faxiang stretched his hand to his neck and pinched the fishing line. What followed was a force that Jiang Xiaoyu could not resist.
"Yeah!" Fa Xiang groaned, and the fishing line was instantly released.
Jiang Xiaoyu's body fell like a black meteor.
The red Suzaku wings on his body disappeared in an instant.
The Prime Minister threw away the fishing line, and the next moment, he suddenly turned around, bringing with him gusts of raging wind.
Fa Xiang's hand moved toward Jiang Xiaoyu's body and pinched it.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu's speed and strength could not compete with Sanyi's method.
Even with a simple contact with the Dharma, Jiang Xiaoyu's physical body would probably be turned into a ball of flesh immediately.
"Boom!" Wen Zhiming punched the air in front of him with a muffled fist. However, this was just a way to vent his emotions.
He knew his fate, and the most wrong thing he had ever done in his life was to fail to keep Jiang Xiaoyu away from the current disputes in the Four Symbol Sect.
Jiang Xiaoyu was Wen Zhiming's hope and the hope of the Four Symbol Sect to once again shine in the world of cultivation. But today, he is about to die at the hands of a person who does not belong to this era.
Yes, Trinity does not belong to this era.
If we look back, his era should be when the painter was still a powerful figure in the world of cultivation.
Many people of that era perished, and those who survived can be counted on two hands.
They should have withdrawn from the stage of history and pursued their own meaning at another level, but he, Sanyi, managed to keep his reputation low and became the backer of Qing Hongxuan and others with his absolute strength.
He, Sanyi, was once a proud man like Jiang Xiaoyu. After so many years of baptism, he may have forgotten when he was just a young novice monk.
At that time, he was not even as good as one of Jiang Xiaoyu's toes.
He should have regarded Jiang Xiaoyu as a kindred spirit, because Jiang Xiaoyu had great potential that was no less powerful than his.
But, he didn't.
It was the word painter that completely angered him.
Even just hearing the painter's name was enough to make him go berserk.
He hated that person, from the bottom of his heart.
If it weren't for him, how could he still be trapped in this small world now?
He completely transferred his hatred towards the painter to Jiang Xiaoyu in front of him. That face, which was completely obscured by the bright light, looked more ferocious and terrifying than ever before.
Below, countless living monks from the Four Symbols Sect flew up, and they threw their most cherished magic weapons towards the Dharma that almost reached the sky.
Flying swords, broadswords, bamboo flutes, axes, hammers, square seals, jade butterflies, hairpins...even the shoehorn under your own feet.
They want to block the Dharma, even if it can only slow down its movement a little, they are willing to put in their best efforts.
"Jiang Xiaoyu! Aren't you a fucking cow? I think you are as slow as an ant. Get out of here. Remember, your Cui Zhenren is better than you by more than a little bit!"
A somewhat familiar voice came, and Jiang Xiaoyu saw a familiar figure, like a moth to a flame, rushing towards the huge palm rolling towards him.
That was Master Cui, the man with an astonishing temper on the mountain behind Zhuque.
Jiang Xiaoyu vaguely remembered how he chased him all over the mountain in a sycamore boat.
Thinking about it now, he almost wanted to laugh.
However, Cui Zhenren fell directly into the palm of the Dharma Prime Minister, followed by a huge explosion.
The air waves were rolling, and Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't calm down for a moment.
This was a self-destruction. It was a monk in the transformation stage who directly detonated his Nascent Soul with his absolute energy.
"you?"
Why, why did this monk who had no dealings with him actually be willing to buy time for himself to escape at the cost of physical and mental destruction?
Looking at the various magic weapons thrown towards the Dharma image, Jiang Xiaoyu seemed to understand something.
This is the Sixiang Sect, and it is the Sixiang Sect for every Sixiang Sect member.
In their eyes, they can die, but the fire of the sect cannot be extinguished.
"Run! Jiang Xiaoyu! Run!"
"Quickly go! I'll stop you for a moment or two!"
"Jiang Xiaoyu, a hundred years from now, remember to avenge us!"
The monks swooped on the palm of the Dharma Prime Minister like locusts one after another, and deafening explosions swept through the heaven and earth.
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't know why, but his eyes filled with tears.
The body that was already almost exhausted seemed to squeeze out a little more weak strength at this moment.
Without any further hesitation, the Wutong Boat instantly appeared at my feet.
His speed is as fast as lightning.
The Dharma Minister seemed to be annoyed by this group of moths flying into the flames. He exhaled a burst of hot air from his mouth and nose, and then roared: "Suppress the demon!"
In the great light behind him, a golden aura suddenly appeared, and the golden aura rose into the sky, turning into a treasure seal engraved with the swastika formula.
Jiang Xiaoyu's speed was obviously extremely fast, but that side's treasure seal seemed to be faster.
His whole body was instantly covered by shadows.
When I looked up, I saw that the treasure seal was getting bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jiang Xiaoyu dodged left and right, trying to get rid of Baoyin's pursuit, but the Baoyin's speed seemed to be faster.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly feel the pressure on the treasure seal.
"It's just an ant, but it cost me a precious seal!" The Faxiang suddenly turned around, and the figures flying towards the Faxiang bumped into him unexpectedly.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Jiang Xiaoyu had already heard the sound of the strong wind caused by the falling treasure seal.
Seeing the treasure seal about to fall on Jiang Xiaoyu's body, Lu Haodang seemed to feel that a breath of turbid air in his chest was about to come out.
He looked at Wen Zhiming in the distance. The little old man could not move at all.
Looking at Lin Zhihuan and others, they had long been unconscious on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Even the monks of the Four Symbols Sect who were in the god-transformation stage were rushing toward the Trinity's Dharma like moths toward the fire.
The Four Symbols Sect is finished!
Lu Haodang could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.
If Sanyi hadn't been there, he would have laughed out loud right now.
The Four Elephant Sect is finished! All the monks of the Four Elephant Sect are finished too!
So, as the leader, he, Lu Haodang, would have no problem getting the Suzaku's true body.
No! Not enough!
He looked at Huan Zhu in the distance. This stupid woman was so naive that she thought I would really give her the true identity of Bai Hu? Ridiculous! It's really ridiculous!
He looked at the tall Dharma image again and sighed in his heart, "It's a pity, it's a pity, Sanyi is here, and Qinglong can only give him Chongnan Temple."
"But it doesn't matter. As long as I have Suzaku and White Tiger, in two or three hundred years, with my strength, I can take back Qinglong again."
"He has ruled the world in Sanyi for so many years, and I'm afraid he may not have long left!"
Lu Haodang instantly felt very relaxed all over his body!
Now, the only one alive and kicking in the entire Four Symbol Sect is Jiang Xiaoyu. As long as the treasure seal falls, Jiang Xiaoyu will be completely doomed.
What's left is time for the hungry wolves to share the food.
Although he hasn't thought of a way to get the real body of the Four Symbols yet, with Sanyi here and with him, all problems should be solved.
In the distant sky, a stream of light sank into Lu Haodang's eyebrows.
His eyes instantly darkened, "Pu Shan, you bitch, how dare you destroy my Qicai Ping!"
The content of the message was very simple: a monk who claimed to be Pu Shan from Tianbei Temple broke into the mountain gate of Qinghongxuan, killed seventy-two monks, and then set fire to it, leaving Qinghongxuan to manage the colorful temple for thousands of years.
The whole place was burned to the ground. After doing all this, Pu Shan disappeared.
"That's all, as long as you get Suzaku and White Tiger, it's just a colorful ping. It doesn't matter if it's destroyed! If the mountain gate's luck is really broken, this Four Symbols Sect can be regarded as a blessed place!"
He paused and continued to mutter to himself: "Of course, it must be in my hands before it can be considered a blessed place. Now, this is their death place!"
At this time, the treasure seal was only about a foot high from Jiang Xiaoyu. After one breath, Jiang Xiaoyu could only hold on for one more breath at most.
Lu Haodang rose into the sky, and the next moment, he was about to announce the victory of this battle.
However, a somewhat familiar black figure appeared next to Jiang Xiaoyu in an instant, as if it had torn the space apart.
The next moment, the figure appeared directly a hundred feet away.
In the distance, above the rushing black clouds, a graceful figure flew directly towards Jiang Xiaoyu.
"Little fish!"
Jiang Xiaoyu turned his head and saw that it was Chuxue who was coming over.
And behind her, who else could that middle-aged man with a tough look be but Yun Manlou?
Lu Haodang looked at the dark figure next to Jiang Xiaoyu coldly, "Is it him? The mysterious man?"