They had collected data on every move Mingzhuo made.

Mingzhuo's strength lies in the sword in her hand and the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, which is specifically designed to counter yin and evil, as well as yang and strong.

The Heavenly Thunder Talisman is not a concern, as they cultivate righteous techniques. The Heavenly Thunder Talisman is effective against ghosts and evil spirits, but it has little effect on them.

The only thing to be wary of is the magic sword in Mingzhuo's hand.

Several people died by this sword, and no one dared to underestimate it, so they devised a meticulous plan.

The two elderly swordsmen, whose swordsmanship had reached a state of perfection, restrained Mingzhuo from the left and right.

The four eminent monks then activated the Vajra Four Symbols Formation, using the Buddha's hand seal to force Mingzhuo's primordial spirit out of this body.

With a thunderous strike, I don't believe Mingzhuo can still hide in this body.

Once the primordial spirit emerges, the Vajra Four Symbols Formation will transform into a killing move, annihilating the primordial spirit within the formation, leaving not even ashes.

Chu Yuqi looked at Mingzhuo in the formation and subconsciously took a few steps back.

She couldn't understand whether Mingzhuo was just highly skilled and daring or ignorant and fearless, for he didn't ask Shen Ruodi for help at such a good opportunity!

Two people working together still have a chance to break the formation, but now that one person is alone, isn't this just waiting to die?

She stared in horror as the golden Buddha hand gradually materialized in the void, and instinctively took several steps back.

Cheng Jingru glanced back at her, met her frightened gaze, and then turned her gaze back expressionlessly.

Now is not the time to settle scores with Chu Yuqi.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and summoned her magic sword to join the fray. While Mingzhuo was being restrained by the old man wielding the sword, she suddenly threw something out and wrapped it around Mingzhuo's leg.

The thing was like snow-white silk, yet it had a dazzling luster flowing on it. It was both soft and resilient, and Mingzhuo couldn't break free from it for a moment.

The old man with the sword gave Cheng Jingru an appreciative look. The two cooperated well, and after a few moves, Ming Zhuo's other hand was also entangled.

The silk threads restrained Mingzhuo's movements, and the old man with the sword took the opportunity to knock the peach wood sword out of Mingzhuo's hand.

With a thud, the peach wood sword fell to the ground, and everyone was overjoyed—the opportunity had arrived!

The Vajra Four Symbols Formation shone brightly in an instant, and Buddhist chants arose everywhere!

A colossal Buddha's hand, formed from golden light and solidified into countless fragments, slammed down with overwhelming force, carrying the weight of thunder and the force of a tidal wave.

Ming Zhuo was inside the formation, the wind blowing her hair and clothes, making her feel as small as a drop in the ocean.

For some reason, Shen Boyuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

As the person who orchestrated today's events, he naturally knew that Ming Zhuo had just returned from Lingquan Temple.

Having just performed the ritual to release the masses from the mass grave beneath Lingquan Temple, his spiritual energy is exhausted, and even the most extraordinary talent cannot sustain this effort.

Mingzhuo was completely unable to withstand that attack.

The ending was already predetermined.

Amidst the sounds of Buddhist chants and golden light, Mingzhuo looked up at the Buddha's hand seal, his gaze calm and serene.

The Buddha's hand seal landed with a thud, and everyone subconsciously turned their heads slightly.

——

On the other side of the city, someone stood quietly in the moonlight, gazing at a certain direction in the night sky.

The weather was exceptionally hot and humid, with no wind, so he had to vigorously wave his folding fan.

"It's so hot! How can it be so hot?"

Suddenly, he stopped fanning himself and felt a gentle breeze blowing from the distant night sky.

He closed his folding fan and rested it on his chin, his eyebrows curving deeply. "Oh dear, it seems like the weather is about to change."

——

The four eminent monks sighed, "Amitabha."

Although there were reasons for their actions, their victory tonight was certainly not honorable.

Not only did they set up an ambush in advance, but they also deliberately chose to ambush someone who had been kind to Buddhism when Mingzhuo was overwhelmed with spiritual energy.

A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Although Mingzhuo may be a fake, trying to take the opportunity to infiltrate the Buddhist community and turn others against him.

Suddenly, the four high monks' expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly slammed their staffs heavily into the ground.

The Vajra Four Symbols Formation changed instantly, and the flowing golden light regrouped... but it completely collapsed the next second.

Four eminent monks simultaneously coughed up blood.

Everyone stared in shock at Mingzhuo within the formation. How could this be? She had actually withstood the attack of the Buddha's palm.

Four high-ranking monks were injured, and the formation was on the verge of collapsing inch by inch beneath Mingzhuo's feet.

Before anyone could even think, Cheng Jingru gritted her teeth and yanked the thread, "Seniors, I've trapped her, hurry and use the Search God!"

Shen Boyuan frowned subconsciously, feeling that this was not appropriate.

Searching for the spirit is a method of forcibly entering the other person's sea of ​​consciousness, making their secrets nowhere to hide. It is the most advanced interrogation method in the Xuanmen (Taoist school) and is usually only used on the most heinous criminals.

Those who have undergone the "spirit search" basically have only two fates: either they cannot withstand the mental breakdown and die, or they become completely insane.

The method was used in the Punishment Hall decades ago, but after Wu Jiao came to power, he felt that the Search for Gods was too domineering and abandoned the method.

But before he could say anything, the old man with the sword had already moved swiftly and rushed into the formation.

One person attacked Mingzhuo, while the other took the opportunity to ignite a talisman and leave a mark on Mingzhuo's body, forcibly searching his spirit and forcing Mingzhuo's primordial spirit to leave his body.

The two were far more skilled than the four monks, and their individual combat abilities were unmatched, let alone two of them.

The two old men, one in black and one in white, were wielding swords. The old man in black had just forcibly opened Mingzhuo's sea of ​​consciousness to search for his spirit when he suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head.

In that instant, he felt his body, and even his soul, completely explode, shattering into millions of pieces.

The old man in black screamed and fell to his knees, frantically digging his hands into the soil to relieve the pain.

It was as if it wasn't Mingzhuo who was being searched for by spirits, but him.

The old man in white was taken aback. How could this be?

"Brother Hei, what's wrong?"

The old man in black blinked, only then realizing that everything he had just experienced was merely his imagination.

Even so, this still shocked him greatly. What kind of illusion was so domineering that it could make his soul feel pain?

"Who...who exactly are you?" he couldn't help but ask, his body still covered in cold sweat, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Mingzhuo: "Did you see clearly? I am who I am."

The old man with the sword: "..."

Is this my problem? This is why your soul power is so strong!

Mingzhuo misunderstood, thinking that these people did not believe him.

She thought for a moment and realized that of the six most powerful people, five had already knelt down, and the remaining one standing there would be an eyesore.

With a flick of his wrist, the peach wood sword flew over with a whooshing sound, slashing down at the old man in white.

The old man in white felt a chill run through his body. He thought to himself that it didn't hurt at all, and then he met the terrified gazes of others.

The next second, he no longer had time to be confused, because he discovered that his body had been split in two!

The old man in white was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, and his body naturally came back together.

He touched his body; there was no blood or any wounds, as if the sword strike had been an illusion.

But the chill in his chest and the fearful looks in everyone's eyes told him that it was true.