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Chapter 477 The eight personal crises, the power of a single word
That also requires your disciples to be strong enough!

Tongtian, you are doomed to lose this round!

The grudges of the past will definitely be settled today!

The eight direct disciples of the Jiejiao guarding the formation saw the sage Na Zhunti swooping in, all of them had serious expressions.

However, even so, no one flinched and was timid.

They are very clear that no matter who wants to destroy the Great Formation and smash the Chaos Clock, they must stop it.

Taoist Duobao, the senior fellow of the inner sect, saw this scene and quickly shouted, "Form up!"

It was at this moment that Zhunti sneered, raised his hand, and struck down in the air.

A wave of palm force carried the might of a saint, enveloping him.

"not good!"

Over there, Tongtian sensed that Duobao and the others were in danger, and turned around to resolve them, but was stopped by Jieyin.

"Tongtian, you are doomed to lose this game!"

"You should rest on your own! God's will cannot be violated!"

Tong Tian's icy eyes were immediately filled with rage.

The first time was so outrageous.

While swinging the sword vigorously, he also approached the receiving side at the fastest speed.

However, where will Zhunti give Tongtian a chance to approach him?
All kinds of supernatural powers were used just to prevent Tongtian from approaching and rescue.

Behavior and practice, even those monks who pay attention to this place, feel disgusted.

And was still severely disgusted.

I suddenly felt that when facing Westerners in the future, I must be merciless and not give any face.

It was at this critical moment that the shocking palm fell in the air, and when the eight direct disciples of Tongtian were about to bear that terrible blow, a ray of light suddenly burst out.

"Om..."

Then, a resonant sound sounded.

The next moment, everyone saw a word slowly floating out of the sleeves of Our Lady of Wudang.

Directly ignoring the storage technique of the Virgin Mary of Wudang, it was revealed in an instant.

The inexplicably familiar aura made several people who had experienced this kind of power feel happy one after another.

"It's the young master!"

Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao immediately looked surprised.

Is this the action of the Fuqiu Saint, whom I haven’t seen for a long time?

"boom!"

Immediately, the saint's palm fell, making a loud noise.

But that palm, facing the loud noise, turned into debris, dissipated between heaven and earth, and returned to nothingness.

Tong Tianying raised her eyebrows slightly, but at this moment, she pursed her lips and smiled.

Fuqiu Yinyue, so you have been paying attention to me?

It was you who made the move for me...

Mother Wudang was confused, staring at the words floating above her head in a daze.

"It's that young master's name..."

Is it so powerful?

Could it be that even a saint's attack can be blocked and resolved?

So how strong are you?
Although Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao didn't know how Wudang got that calligraphy, it was obvious that they had guessed something.

He thought that the painting must have been deliberately given to the unknowing Wudang by the Fuqiu elder.

Must have not revealed his identity.

Looking at Wudang's bewildered look at the moment, it can be seen.

The saints of Fuqiu have always been like this, they like to hide themselves, and they like to hide their clumsiness, and they are used to treating themselves as mortals.

That is to say, something happened suddenly, which made Zhunti's face change drastically.

What is this?

A picture?

Just a piece of writing can resist my palm?
And for that palm, I spent eight percent of my strength!
Just to let Tongtian understand the fate of going against him, he did not hesitate to risk being criticized by others, but also killed these eight direct disciples of Tongtian in front of Tongtian...

(End of this chapter)