Something was thrown in front of him, but he didn't pay attention until Mingzhuo pulled him back, and the peach wood sword knocked the thing down with a clang.

Mingzhuo was constantly sensing the movements around her, and she had a feeling that Luo Wenxin was inside this church.

He Wangyao looked at the thing on the ground and broke out in a cold sweat. It was a dart, its metal gleaming with a greenish tinge, clearly poisoned.

Some people mingled in the crowd, trying to take advantage of the situation.

Without Mingzhuo's prompting, the group quickly became alert.

Gu Xu suggested, "Using an exorcism talisman might be helpful."

This was, after all, a church, and the atmosphere was so sacred that no one sensed a trace of yin energy when they entered.

Gu Xu just had a feeling that the exorcism talisman would be effective.

He Wangyao took the lead in throwing out several exorcism talismans. The talismans floated in the air and formed an array, which was beyond the realm of natural phenomena, and the surrounding believers were stunned.

"Are you Xuan Masters?" someone asked hesitantly.

Li Wenhe ignited a high-level exorcism talisman, and someone in the crowd let out a wail, but because there were too many people, he couldn't see where the other person was.

"Get out of my way, all of you!" he said impatiently.

Gu Xu said, "If you don't want to be implicated, leave now, otherwise no one can guarantee your safety later."

Now everyone was certain; he really was a Xuan Master!

Good heavens, what's going on here? Is it a conflict between religions?

Do they still want to get involved? It's been said that when gods fight, mortals suffer.

“They are Xuan Masters, they dare not do anything to us! But if you betray the God Lord today, then wait for the God Lord to punish you!” someone shouted.

Gu Xu: "If it is a true god, how could it abandon all living beings? I have never heard of Buddha or Bodhisattva punishing believers for not worshipping them once. If that is the case, then you need to examine whether the god you believe in is really a true deity."

His voice remained calm and unhurried. Standing there, he exuded an air of noble elegance, like a runaway young master from a wealthy family or a domineering CEO in the business world, all while being incredibly handsome.

It's inexplicably convincing.

Gu Xu glanced at his phone and suddenly said, "Those who leave now can pick up grains, oils, fish, meat, and hairy crabs from the truck in the parking lot at the entrance. This is valid for half an hour from now on, and will not be available after that time."

People who were still hesitating thought, "Why are we still here when we hear that there are free benefits to be had?"

With Gu Xu setting a time limit, the sense of urgency immediately increased.

No one knows who started it, but a group of people opened the door and rushed outside, afraid that if they fell behind, they would miss out.

Ming Zhuo looked at Gu Xu for a moment, then asked, "How did you come up with this idea?"

Gu Xu: "I like to plan ahead, so I started making arrangements on the way here."

From the moment he learned that the place he was going to was a church, he wondered if the other party would use ordinary people to cause trouble.

The sign at the entrance listed the weekly prayer time, and today happened to be one of those days, so he urged them again.

Mingzhuo: "You've gone to so much trouble."

Gu Xu: "No, this is the minimum cost."

It's definitely more worthwhile to spend some money to get rid of those people than to leave them here feeling restricted.

He Wangyao was stunned: "We all have the same brain, how come you're so outstanding, Ah Xu?"

Li Wenhe did not participate in the conversation, but instead watched the remaining people warily.

Anyone who still refuses to leave at this point is obviously not a good person.

Among these people were both elderly and young, one of whom was lying on the ground, clearly injured by Li Wenhe's exorcism talisman.

Realizing they had been exposed, they stopped pretending and pulled out their weapons.

Their weapons were imbued with a chilling, ghostly aura and a sinister energy, clearly indicating that they were evil cultivators. However, they had previously been shrouded in a holy aura, making them difficult to detect.

No, not only that. Ming Zhuo thought to himself, it's also because they are so good at disguising themselves, like shadows lurking among the crowd—it's their talent.

"Are you Shadowmoon Clan?"

The group exchanged glances, eager to try their luck. "Witch, today is your death day!"

Mingzhuo: "I'm sorry, I don't like today's date. If you like it, you can use it yourselves. It's fine if the whole clan uses it. I can still burn some paper money for you on next year's memorial day."

The extermination of their clan was a deep-seated fear for the Shadowmoon Clan. Upon hearing this, they were all as if their sore spot had been touched, and their faces turned ashen.

How could you be so unreasonable!

"Yes, we are still young, and we still bear the great responsibility of restoring our clan!"

Mingzhuo: "Hehe, am I not young anymore? I still bear the heavy responsibility of saving the world."

He Wangyao thought to herself, "It has to be my boss. He's not only the strongest player, but also the best at talking. He's never lost!"

The group couldn't take it anymore and wanted to fight Mingzhuo to the death.

Ming Zhuo waved his hand, and the peach wood sword flew out, darting behind the pillar. "Have you had enough of the show? Get out here now!"

With a clang, the peach wood sword encountered some obstruction and flew back, which Mingzhuo caught.

Luo Wenxin emerged from behind the pillar, now sporting a different folding fan. He smiled and said, "Long time no see."

Mingzhuo: "It hasn't been that long. It's probably because you've been living like a lost dog lately, feeling anxious and restless, that you have the illusion that each day is like a year."

Luo Wenxin couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You're still as funny as ever!"

He held a folding fan to his nose, but there was no smile in his eyes.

The divine pressure rippled silently through the space like waves.

Mingzhuo said quickly, "You're still as crazy as ever. Why are you fanning yourself in the dead of winter? It's so annoying to watch!"

As she spoke, she strode forward and thrust her sword at the folding fan in Luo Wenxin's hand.

Luo Wenxin quickly closed her folding fan to parry, and the two had already exchanged several blows in the blink of an eye.

Because of Mingzhuo's move, the oppressive aura was interrupted.

Li Wenhe broke out in a cold sweat. Just a moment ago, he felt as if a mountain had crushed him, and despair swept over him like a tidal wave.

An individual is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean; how can they possibly contend with such power?

Even after the feeling of confinement disappeared, he still felt stiffness in his hands and feet.

The Shadowmoon Clan seized the opportunity and charged forward, their attacks ruthless and deadly.

But the next second, the group of people were frozen in place.

Gu Xu, his fingertips stained with blood, shoved Li Wenhe, "The bronze mirror won't keep them in check for long, hurry up and stretch them!"

Li Wenhe snapped out of his daze, quickly recited a calming mantra, and the numbness finally subsided from his heart. He said thank you, drew his sword, and went to meet them.

Pei Di and He Wangyao quickly recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra to remove the negative effects and joined the battle.

Fortunately, A-Xu arrived with us. Luo Wenxin's group attack skills were impossible to defend against. No one could resist the divine pressure. Fortunately, A-Xu's special constitution allowed him to be immune.

While fighting, Luo Wenxin exclaimed in surprise, "So Mr. Gu is even immune to my divine pressure?"

His belief in immunity to all evil only applied to malevolent entities.

Mingzhuo: "Axu is a materialist. Whether you're a god or a ghost, you don't exist in his eyes! So do you understand why you failed?"