Han Weijiang took off his armor and threw it towards Qin Jiu: "This is a treasure armor of the sacred level. You, if you wear it, you won't be easily injured."
He did not dare to step forward, did not dare to participate in the battle, but in his heart he was extremely eager to repay Qin Jiu for saving his life.
Qin Jiu took the armor and was stunned for a moment, then showed him a naive smile: "Thank you!"
More and more spiritual and demon cultivators began to rush forward to join the battle, and the situation turned upside down in an instant.
Even the members of the Qixian sect who had already taken refuge in Wen Zhe, and those demons, showed signs of struggle, remorse and shaken on their faces.
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Wen Zhe opened his eyes suddenly, looking at the vision of the nine stars and the moon, the pattering rain, and the monk who had recovered his cultivation and rushed towards him, his face was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip.
The teeth were also clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.
When the disaster happened two years ago, Wen Zhe was in retreat, and everything was directed by Mu Liuyun, the priest of the Nether Realm.
He had only vaguely heard that it was the vision of the nine stars connecting the moon and the rain falling from the sky that finally ended the disaster of the sky.
I have even heard that after the vision, there is a ghost bell that resounds throughout the Xiuxian Continent.
Wen Zhe knew that Mu Liuyun and his master had guessed at that time that the person who ruined their plan might be the descendant of the Kagura master.
But in the end, when the successor of the Kagami Musician was crossing the catastrophe, he triggered the God's Punishment Thunder.
No one can escape the God's Punishment Thunder.
Not to mention a little virtual fairy.
So Mu Liuyun quickly reported the news that the Kagura master had died to his master.
But who would have thought that this small Kagura master who climbed up step by step from the bottom of the Yanwu Continent not only survived, but also became stronger and stronger.
Again and again it broke the master's plan.
Time and time again, it brought him unbearable surprises and shocks.
Wen Zhe felt that the wound on his back that had been eroded by the [Curse Power] was burning like fire.
Just as he was getting more and more anxious at this moment, more and more violent and murderous.
"My lord, what should we do now?"
The subordinate's voice came from the ear.
Wen Zhe gritted his teeth, slowly sealed his hands, then took out the piccolo, and said with a sneer: "Put all the ghouls in, I want to see how long she can last this vision of nine stars and moon!"
As he said that, he put the piccolo to his lips and made a piercing sound.
The next moment, the entire Tianmei Temple began to change.
The third layer and the second layer of Sumi mustard space began to merge.
The walls of the main hall, carved beams and painted buildings, tables, chairs and benches all disappeared.
All that was left was the empty bluestone ground.
And when the wall disappeared, what the monks were left to face was dense and endless ghouls.
Everyone's face changed drastically.
The originally excited fighting spirit seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water.
It turned into panic again.
Especially, when Muyan's piano sound became weaker and weaker, the vision of nine stars and moon gradually disappeared, and the rain falling from the sky became thinner and thinner.
This anxiety gradually turned into despair.
There are only these people in Tianmei Temple.
Even if their strength has recovered, there is no way to kill so many ghouls.
Their physical strength will always be exhausted, and their immortal energy will always dry up.
At that time, the dense ghouls will completely submerge them, turning them into corpse puppets, or meals in the mouths of these monsters.