The sky gradually obscured the wandering clouds.
On the imperial steps in the distance, Yuwen Tuo was leaning on the Xuanyuan Sword, a smile appeared on his cold face. He watched with great interest to see how his senior brother displayed his skills. Anyway, he would just take action if there was real danger.
The wind blew, and the old man standing in the square continued to make sounds.
"Thinking back to the time when I became a Taoist, I rode on clouds and mist to visit fellow immortals from all over the world. Maybe you three, your respected teacher, had some encounters with me."
Wang Banxia spoke slowly, but his heart was beating wildly. When he saw that the Western Region woman opposite him did not respond for a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sure enough, Master's words are more intimidating."
Across from him, Ibti Haji looked at the old man doubtfully, but his expression was normal, and his eyes were completely expressionless. Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and said, "Ibti Haji is from the Saint of Moyun Religion. I wonder if you know my name, old man?"
"Don't be so pretentious. I don't know who the saint you are talking about is."
Wang Banxia opened his mouth, snorted, and turned sideways to look at the sky.
"I have seen countless immortal friends and the masters of the Central Plains. How could I remember the saint girl from the wild land of the Western Regions? Hurry up and show me what you are capable of to dare to come to my Central Plains to spread the law."
The woman was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head and bowed to the old man. "Since the old gentleman said so, Ibudihaji can only perform my best illusion tricks."
Wait a minute…
Wang Banxia's expression froze. "I'm telling you to retreat when you see difficulty, not to really do it!"
It’s bitter, it’s bitter… You’ve gone too far in deceiving me.
This scene almost made Yuwen Tuo on the imperial steps laugh out loud, but then, he heard the whimpering sound of wind in his ears, and his smile gradually faded. He saw the Western Region woman below walking barefoot on the ground, and the bells on her anklets rang rhythmically.
Ding ding~~~Ding ding ding~~~~
The sun that was supposed to be tomorrow suddenly dimmed in people's sight. There was a burst of excitement among the people on the imperial steps. The palace guards, led by the general, blocked the surroundings.
"Protect His Majesty!"
As someone shouted, one of the officials said, "The stone beast on the stone railing is moving!"
Yang Guang stood up by holding the armrest of the dragon throne and pushed away the generals who were blocking the way in front of him. The auspicious stone beasts crouching on the fences carved from white rocks on both sides moved, opened their mouths and roared, or raised their hind legs and scratched their necks a few times, stood up, jumped to the ground from the fences, raised their heads, and roared at the crowd in front of them with a ferocious look in their naive appearance.
Wow!!
"Old sir, how about Ibtihaji's magic? It may please you."
Ibutihaji flicked her long sleeves and raised her chin slightly. When the old man opposite heard the woman's voice, his body trembled slightly. His face looked normal, but he was very panicked in his heart.
It catches my eye... It catches my eye, I am blind!
Fortunately, this old face doesn't show much expression, and he tried to speak slowly to cover up his panic: "Haha... I'm blind, I can only see everything in this world with my heart. This little trick is not pleasing to my eyes. I'll try another one."
Hearing this, Ibudihaji's face looked a little ugly. She turned around to look at her companions behind her. Fu Lianzun nodded at her, and the woman snorted.
She turned around and spread out her palms. A bunch of bells instantly appeared in her palms, which she held. Her red lips moved quickly and she chanted a spell in a coquettish voice.
Amidst the gusts of chilly wind and the howling of the wind, there were loud bangs coming from all around the palace. Countless smoke and dust rose into the sky. The next second, the smoke and dust surged, and suddenly four huge black shadows stretched out. A nearby pavilion made a loud rumbling sound, and bricks and stones flew in all directions, collapsing and falling down.
Woo hum~~
The deep voice was like the echo of a bronze bell. In the smoke and dust reflected in the eyes of the people standing on the imperial steps, a huge figure appeared. The figure walked out with four arms and huge feet. Wherever the toes touched the roof, it was shattered in an instant.
When his true form was revealed, countless eyes could see his four arms, each holding a vajra umbrella, a demon-subduing pestle, a wheel of next life, and a sword of the past. Behind his huge body, there were sunlight and auspicious clouds. The Buddha's face was peaceful, but there were fangs bared between his lips, giving him a different kind of ferocious and hideous look.
“Hehehe…”
Ibudihaji, whose face was a little pale, smiled softly with her red lips slightly parted, shaking the bell in her hand, and looking at the old man opposite with her charming eyes.
"Old man, it's your turn."
The gusts of cold wind and the vibrations they brought made everyone in Daxing Palace nervous. The huge Buddha that seemed like a mountain standing before them still made everyone feel pressured.
Yang Guang instinctively reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword, but was held down by Yang Su at the side.
"Your Majesty, don't panic, take another look."
In the square below, Wang Banxia's eyes were still calm, but his shallow cultivation level made him feel the tremendous fluctuations of magic power, and his lips were trembling with fear.
At this moment, the giant Buddha statue, which was originally striding towards him, suddenly made a move. Among its four arms, one of the arms holding the demon-subduing pestle suddenly smashed down towards Buddha Lianzun and Anashi.
The two men were so frightened that they immediately distanced themselves from each other and yelled at the Western woman over there.
“Ibti Haji, what are you doing?!”
The woman's face was also filled with astonishment. She lowered her head to look at the bell in her hand, then turned her head to the two of them and said, "I... I don't know what's going on... My illusion... illusion..."
Before he could finish his panicked words, a calm and moderate voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the palace wall in the distance.
"You dare to show off your lowly illusion technique in front of your own master."
When the familiar voice spread, Yuwen Tuo's face flashed with joy and he called out in a low voice: "Master." All around him, civil and military officials began to speak.
"National Master..."
"The Imperial Master has finally returned to the court!"
The emperor standing among the crowd finally smiled, and as if he was proud of himself, he slammed his fist hard on his palm, his tone filled with excitement.
"The sir is back!"
When the guards who were guarding the square and the imperial steps heard the emperor's voice, they rang their weapons, knelt on one knee and shouted in unison.
"We respectfully welcome the Imperial Master back to the court!"
"We respectfully welcome the Imperial Master back to the court!"
Countless intertwined voices resounded throughout the palace. Fang Yibudihaji, Fulianzun, Ashina, and the envoys from the four countries subconsciously tilted their heads and their eyes suddenly narrowed.
Between the red walls and black tiles, a figure wearing a dark green cloak walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, and beside him were eight muscular men.
Not far away, there were flashes of lightning. A unicorn with deer horns and a dragon head, its lion's mane trembling in the skylight, and the rough air it exhaled could faintly make the sound of wind and thunder.
The slender neck was covered with fine blue-black scales, and it was roaring as it stretched its head.
"Roar—"
The huge Buddha standing between the palaces seemed to be twisting in the air and becoming unstable. Lu Liangsheng stretched out his hand and a brush woven with dead vines appeared in his hand. He clenched it and waved it towards the Buddha.
In an instant, the huge figure disappeared from everyone's sight, and even the destroyed palace was restored one by one, as if nothing had happened before.
"… This… This person's illusion technique is so powerful!"
Ibtihaji's spell was forced to backfire, and he murmured. However, Folianzun and Anashi beside him had different feelings. They couldn't see through that man's cultivation...
For a moment he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and he stood there at a loss as to what to do.