"Old buddy?" Zha Wenbin muttered suddenly, his voice like a person who had fallen into an abyss and suddenly saw a rope hanging above him. Who else could make Zha Wenbin more excited than this?

  He put down the cold indifference in his hand and handed it to Old Wang's arms, with a handful of fresh blood, he even forgot that Chaozi was still fighting with Wangyue together, his eyes only had that bottomless abyss. When he stepped down the second step, just about to walk towards the square, suddenly a gentle breeze blew by, along with the raging fire torches all "whoosh" and blew towards the altar.

  Zha Wenbin's body suddenly stiffened as he stood in front of the case, his eyes slowly closing, and a drop of fresh blood "popped" onto the ground, shattering into countless dots. When he opened his eyes again, the three-legged toad in the distance was like a tiger rushing down the mountain, quickly jumping out of the abyss, taking two steps at a time, and charging straight towards Zha Wenbin. And he was like an old friend, waiting for his partner to arrive.

  Three-legged toad faced the high steps, jumped up, its body had not yet landed, a long tongue stretched out from its mouth, and a golden scepter flew out of its mouth. Everything seemed to have been rehearsed beforehand, Zha Wenbin's right hand stretched out, steadily caught it, raised it to the sky, "Roar", a dragon chant followed on the bronze tree behind him...

  At this moment, Old Wang forgot about the cold and listless Leng Yiran in his hands; Chaozi and Heng Rou forgot about the rolling Chaozi on the ground; He Yi Chao forgot about the still entangled Wang Yue with himself; Wang Yue also forgot about the purpose of this trip: Fusang.

  At that moment, the torches on the square were like newly added fuel, and the flames surged one wave after another. Through the raging fire, Cha Wenbin was like a god in their eyes at this moment, tall, sacred and inviolable. On the side, Old Wang clearly saw a faint green glow flashing on Cha Wenbin's body, and between the flashes, an invisible pressure made him even dare not look straight at Cha Wenbin's back. What is called aura? That is to reign supreme!

  A god-like tripod, a god-like scepter, a god-like扶桑 tree, and a god-like dragon's roar have all been replaced by this god-like man before our eyes. If it can be said that people have an aura, then today, Cha Wenbin has indeed reached the pinnacle of his life, leaving everyone utterly shocked!

  He slowly turned around, without any dialogue, Cha Wenbin took over the cold from Old Wang's hand and slowly placed it on the altar. The three-legged toad seemed to have a spiritual connection, its huge tongue suddenly extended, and the originally small body of the cold was instantly surrounded by its large tongue, only revealing a head.

  The tripod was gently lifted off the altar by the three-legged toad, and Zhang Wenbin took a step forward, pressing the handle of the scepter into the existing recess, fitting together seamlessly. Old Wang on the side didn't understand what had happened, but he had a premonition: today might witness a miracle!

  When the three-legged toad retracted its large tongue, Leng Yiran's body was no longer stained with blood. Her originally pale face gradually regained some color, as if she had just woken up from a sleep. If Old Wang were to flip her over at this moment, he would find that the mortal wound left by Wang Yue's knife had completely disappeared, without even a scar remaining.

  Cha Wenbin's hands lifted the sky, and the bronze sun wheel in his hand shook with his right hand, and it was thrown directly into the air like a flying disc. "Pa" under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, it was accurately embedded in the hole that was originally exposed.

  A warm green moment that makes you want to fall asleep blooms on the Fusang sacred tree, countless greens surround the entire altar, and the sacred tree is no longer a delicate bronze object, it seems to have endless life, bursting out here. Not far away, from the depths of the cracked abyss, came waves of screams, this sound, they had all heard before, that side was the ultimate demon king from the underground world: Di Ren!

  When the first Di person jumped out of the crack, he waved his long spear and rushed towards Cha Wenbin in the distance. Chaozi immediately kicked away Wang Yue, who was still entangled with him, and shouted: "Di people! The Di people are here!"

  Then came the second and third, completely ignoring the crowd in the square, with only one goal: the altar!

  When the first Di person rushed to the foot of the stairs, Cha Wenbin, who had not moved at all, suddenly raised his left hand, and a yellow paper with no symbols or talismans flew out from his bosom. The unlucky Di person instantly exploded, forming a mist of blood that lingered in the greenery before disappearing without a trace.

  The Tibetans below were not intimidated by this scene, they seemed to have taken stimulants and rushed towards the altar, shouting. Zhang Wenbin continued to fly out talismans with no expression, all of which exploded like the ones before.

  Everyone on and off the stage saw it with their own eyes, is this still Cha Wenbin? Is this still the Taoist priest who caught ghosts, collected souls, and watched the wind and water? The Di people kept rushing towards the altar, constantly falling down, in the fog, that red color actually began to appear. Chaozi reacted the fastest, shouting: "They are using their bodies to impact the front formation, brothers, take out your weapons and chop them off, to reduce the pressure on Wenbin." As he spoke, he flipped over, his hand holding a sharp blade had already chopped down a Di person first. Zhuo Xiong and Heng Roulian didn't hesitate at all, picking up the nearest target and killing it by slashing its neck, both sides were in a state of chaos.

  For a moment, the square was in chaos. Wamoto Kazuki took advantage of the opportunity to struggle and escape from the crowd. Just as he was about to run out, he heard Toi Chiyuki shouting: "Master, untie our ropes." Wamoto Kazuki heard the voice, turned his head, and saw that the entire square was filled with Di people. This guy didn't even look back and ran towards the outer perimeter.

  "The master... has abandoned us" Qian Xue couldn't believe that Wang Yue Yi Mu would leave them behind at this critical moment, leaving the sisters alone to fend for themselves. On one side were the Di people, and on the other was Cha Wen Bin - where could they go?

  "Qianxue, don't be sad, hehe, he gave up on us long ago. From the moment we were arranged to come to China, we were nothing but pawns in the Wang family's game, or even just a chess piece for the royal family. Our lives are worthless, are you afraid of death?" Qian asked, looking at Qianxue who had tears streaming down her face.

  Looking at her sister's determined face, Qian Xue summoned up her courage: "Don't be afraid! Just don't die in the hands of these monsters!"

  Chiyoda gazed at Chōji who was fighting the Hyūga clan, her crimson lips pursed in a faint bite: "If they lose, we'll take our own lives!"

  Qian Xue and her sister looked at each other: "Good!"

  The ferocity of the Di people doesn't need to be explained, but they seem to have no intention of fighting with Chaozi, only focusing on the altar, which also makes them temporarily not fall behind. That green color gradually seemed to regain its vitality, constantly pouring out from the Fusang divine tree.

  Chao Zi and his men joined the battle, which gave Cha Wenbin a temporary breather. With a casual wave of his hand, he drew a circle outside, like an invisible wall that blocked the Di people's footsteps.

  Cha Wenbin gazed intently at Leng Yiran, his hands rising calmly as green energy burst forth from the top of the divine tree's solar wheel, enveloping Leng Yiran. Only after she was surrounded by the endless green energy did Cha Wenbin finally speak. A string of words that Old Wang had never heard before flowed rapidly from his mouth, accompanied by the continuous trembling of his lips and the formation of seals with his hands. The speed of his speech changed in tandem with the shifting hand gestures. Old Wang felt as though this was some sort of array, an unheard-of array. Having followed Cha Wenbin for so long, he had never heard him use such language before, nor had he ever seen him make such strange seals. In that instant, a terrifying thought suddenly appeared in Old Wang's mind: This person... isn't Cha Wenbin!

  When the green color on Leng Yiran's body gradually gathered into a human shape, Cha Wenbin's icy face showed a faint smile, a very familiar smile. "Croak", accompanied by the three-legged toad's cry, that green color silently seeped into Leng Yiran's body, and after a moment, her long eyelashes began to tremble slightly. "Awake?" Old Wang exclaimed in surprise.

  As a streak of green entered his body, the Fuso tree god instantly dimmed and lost its light. All the green in the world disappeared without a trace, and the barrier that was still struggling outside the Di people also disappeared at the same time.

  They charged towards the altar like hungry wolves, armed with all sorts of weapons...

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