When the purple talisman of Xuanxu was merged into the sword of Wudaozi, the dark sky and the rolling black clouds suddenly turned into a vortex of lightning. The black and white auras were constantly rotating, forming a huge Tai Chi pattern, almost swallowing up the sky above everyone's heads. On the formation barrier, it was bombarded by Wu Feng and Zhou Ming, and it was already full of holes. With the blessing of two purple talismans of Wudaozi and Xuanxu, it felt in danger and was about to collapse completely.

At this time, the Chongling Zhenren used the remaining spiritual power on his body and drew talismans of various colors, floating around him. With both hands, the void talismans gathered towards the sword in the hands of Master Wudaozi. Although Master Chongling did not have purple talismans, his attainment in the path of talismans was also the best. These void talismans consumed all the spiritual power of Master Chongling Zhenren. When these void talismans were pushed out, Master Chongling's face turned pale instantly. He staggered back a few steps, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and he was supported by Li Ruoyun and others.

The sword in Wudaozi's hand is probably of extraordinary origin. After the three of them tried their best, the brightness of the sword reached a level of brilliance that made people unable to open their eyes. No one dared to look directly at the direction of Wudaozi's true person.

The thunder sound above the head was shaking, and it felt like the sky was falling and the ground was sinking. The huge Tai Chi pattern rotated wildly. For a moment, the wind blew and heavy rain poured down. Even the big tree surrounded by dozens of people swayed left and right, and broken branches kept falling down.

With such a great wind and thunder, all signs stopped in a moment. Even the huge Tai Chi above his head, which covered the sky and the sun, suddenly stopped rotating. Even the sword in the hands of Zhenren Wudaozi lost any light. Zhenren Wudaozi still maintained a sword-raising action.

The next moment, Wu Daozi's eyes fell on the huge white paper fan on the heads of the guardians and others. His expression was extremely quiet, and he suddenly spoke two words: Fallen Thunder

As these two words were spit out, the sword in the hands of Wudaozi pointed at the white paper fan.

With a loud bang, a thunder burst out from the eyes of the Yin-Yang Fish, rolling down with the momentum of destroying the world, and heading straight towards the white paper fan.

As soon as the sky thunder fell, a huge hole was made in the white paper fan. Then with a bang, the white paper fan was ignited, flashing with green flames. The survivors of the White Lotus Sect headquarter hiding under the white paper fan were shocked and fled in all directions.

The guardian of the palm army with a broken arm looked up at the huge Tai Chi pattern on his head, solemn and sacred. However, for the first time he was frightened by the evil ghost that he really urged to death. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him. He murmured: It is impossible that this white paper fan is a magic weapon given to me by the headmaster. It can block all the power of heaven and earth. How could it be damaged?
Chapter completed!