Although Zhao BuTong's cultivation level has greatly increased now, the power of this thunder talisman is far beyond his reach. His purpose of releasing the black mist is to use up Jiang Yin's thunder talisman.
Jiang Yin obviously discovered this. After throwing out a few, he stopped using the talismans and directed the golden needles to strangle the black mist.
However, under the repeated battles and the suppression of the large formation, Jiang Yin began to feel more and more powerless, and even the spells on his body showed signs of collapse.
The blessing of the spell requires continuous mana to maintain. Once the mana is exhausted, the spell will naturally collapse.
Although mana is not required to control the golden needle, if the spell breaks down and is suppressed by the formation, he will be like an ordinary person. It may be very difficult for him to even stand, let alone control the golden needle.
However, at this time, Zhao Butong didn't give him any chance at all. When the spell was revived, all the black mist retreated into the air, and finally turned into a black giant sword dozens of feet in size.
After locking Jiang Yin with the giant sword, he slashed him down.
The huge sword body and terrifying speed caused ripples in the void.
Not only Jiang Yin was locked, but also the Xuanyue Sect disciples within the range of the giant sword felt unable to move, as if the end of the world was coming.
Looking at the giant sword in the sky, Jiang Yin looked unwilling.
He thought that one day he would die, but he never dreamed that this day would come so quickly.
It's really a waste of Master's years of hard training, and it's a waste of time for Master to keep saying that he is the most talented Xuanhuang Master.
It's all in vain that Master always thought that he could be arrogant in the world and that he could defeat the demons and monsters in the world.
"Master, it turns out that you sometimes make mistakes."
Thinking of his majestic and domineering master who loved him so much, Jiang Yin showed a contented smile on his face.
Although he is going to die today, he is happy to have the master's love and guidance for more than ten years in this life.
Just as the giant sword slashed down on Jiang Yin's head, an extremely majestic and domineering voice came from the sky.
"You are so bold and evil, you dare to hurt my disciple!"
The sound was like a torrent, deafening, like the might of heaven descending. The mere appearance of the sound caused the black giant sword to collapse in an instant.
Along with the giant sword, the Xuanyue Sect's sect-protecting formation also collapsed.
Just one voice had such power, which frightened everyone present.
Only one person smiled, so happily, with a sense of grievance and extreme emotion that tears flowed out unconsciously.
In the blink of an eye, a golden light suddenly flashed away, and a middle-aged man with white hair and a childlike face, as energetic as a god, appeared next to Jiang Yin.
This person is Wu Xiangzi, the leader of Wanxiang Sect, and Jiang Yin's master.
His appearance made everyone on the scene breathless, and even the seriously injured disciples forgot their pain at this moment.
"You brat, are you okay?"
Regardless of anyone's gaze, Wu Xiangzi held Jiang Yin's shoulders with concerned hands and asked softly.
"Master!"
Jiang Yin couldn't bear it anymore, and a young man threw himself on his shoulder and started crying.
At this moment, Jiang Yin was crying because of joy, and he was also moved by how much he loved his master.
But Wu Xiangzi's face was extremely cold. When his cold eyes glanced at Zhao BuTong and the others, the three of them suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave and shivered uncontrollably.
With just one glance, they saw the arrival of death. They felt as if they were already dead, but they just hadn't realized it yet.
"You, you are the Formless Heavenly Master..."
Zhao BuTong's trembling voice sounded like a flat thunder exploding in everyone's mind.
"Heavenly Master?"
"So this is the Heavenly Master..."
According to rumors, the Celestial Master is an almost immortal being. He can turn his hands into clouds, turn his hands into rain, travel thousands of miles in an instant, and kill people invisible.
Wu Xiangzi ignored Zhao Bubu. When Jiang Yin raised his head, he gently patted Jiang Yin on the shoulder and said:
"Don't cry. Master will vent his anger on you. How do you want them to die?"
Zhao BuTong is already a third- and fourth-level prefecture-level demon master, and he is already a superpower in the eyes of the world.
But in Wu Xiangzi's eyes, he was just like an ant, talking to his apprentice in front of him about how he was going to die.
However, after Zhao BuTong heard this, there was no anger in his eyes, but only boundless fear.
"These three people are all evil cultivators and must not be left here."
Jiang Yin looked at Wu Xiangzi and said, he didn't care how these people died, but these people must die.
That's his attitude.
"That's natural. He bullied my precious disciple. Even if he is the King of Heaven, I will fight him, let alone them."
Listening to Wu Xiangzi's words, Jiang Yin was so moved that he froze in place. At this moment, he felt like a frail woman who had received the promise of her beloved. He was so moved that he couldn't help himself.
Wu Xiangzi slowly turned around and looked at Zhao BuTong, his aura suddenly changed, like a giant dragon looking down at an earthworm.
"Life is so fragile, but you don't know how to cherish it!"
As Wu Xiangzi spoke, he slowly raised his right hand towards the people.
Zhao BuTong was shocked when he saw this, his body suddenly shook, and he turned into a black shadow and fled into the sky.
Wu Xiangzi smiled and suddenly clasped his open palm tightly.
Bang bang bang!
Almost at the same time, Zhao BuTong and the two elders exploded at the same time and disappeared, leaving not even their souls behind.
Seeing this shocking method, Jiang Yin was filled with emotions. It seems that Master has made great progress in his practice in the two years since he left.
Seeing Wu Xiangzi who turned around and smiled and asked Jiang Yinman his dissatisfaction, hundreds of disciples of Xuanyue Sect were all envious to death.
A master with such terrifying strength and doting on his disciples would be the dream of anyone.
Snowy Night City, Zuixian Tower!
"Master, how did you know that I was in danger?"
Seeing his apprentice's curious look, Wu Xiangzi reached out and stroked his silver-like beard before saying:
"Our sect is only a few hundred miles away from Xuanyue Sect. When you reach the realm of being a teacher, you will still be able to sense it even if you are thousands of miles away."
Seeing Jiang Yin's confused expression, Wu Xiangzi then said: "Of course, this requires integrating a trace of my spiritual thoughts into you in advance."
After hearing this, Jiang Yin finally understood.
The perception of a cultivator is extremely sensitive, and the higher the cultivation level, the wider the range. If spiritual thoughts are integrated into someone's body, the range and accuracy of perception can be greatly improved.
"Master, when did you integrate spiritual thoughts into me? How come I didn't know?"
Jiang Yin was a little curious. When he left the sect, his master only gave him the talisman and golden needle. He didn't even know that he still had the master's spiritual thoughts in him.
