The saints had already formed a pincer movement, tightly trapping Miaozhen in the center, while Daoji, high above in the void, was watching her intently from above.
Miaozhen and Daoji engaged in a fierce verbal exchange, going back and forth without giving an inch.
Before long, Miaozhen was certain that Daoji was now completely disregarding his own reputation and was no longer concerned about his status, so he was going all out.
At this point, she understood that this battle of wits was now unavoidable.
However, unexpectedly, it was not Daoji who launched the first attack, but the group of saints who had been waiting in full battle.
Originally, these saints had each firmly occupied a key position in the void. Now, with a slight wave of their arms, the various magical artifacts they held shone with dazzling light.
In an instant, multicolored celestial light shot into the sky, as dazzling and spectacular as fireworks. In just a moment, the void spanning tens of thousands of miles instantly transformed into a magnificent and mysteriously powerful magic array.
Miao Zhen felt a sudden blur before her eyes, and she was as if she had fallen into an endless fog, involuntarily drawn into this strange formation.
Looking around, one is surrounded by shimmering, colorful light that constantly flows and intertwines, and dazzling rosy clouds spread out like smoke and mist, making one feel as if they are in a fairyland.
However, behind this dreamlike scene lies a deadly crisis—the unseen power has firmly sealed off the changes in time and space, making it difficult for Miaozhen to escape.
Clearly, this group of saints had been planning this operation for a long time and were well aware of Miaozhen's profound Taoist cultivation.
Therefore, they went all out from the start, not only joining forces to attack, but also meticulously setting up such a powerful formation, hoping to capture Miaozhen in one fell swoop.
A deafening roar suddenly erupted, a thunderous sound that was utterly deafening!
Countless bolts of divine lightning, imbued with earth-shattering power, rapidly gathered and brewed above the great formation. In a short moment, they crashed down like a torrential downpour with overwhelming force.
The dense barrage of divine lightning instantly engulfed Miaozhen completely, creating a breathtaking and terrifying scene.
Faced with such a fierce and powerful attack, Miaozhen dared not be negligent in the slightest and hurriedly summoned the Yin-Yang Bell, a supreme innate treasure.
As a clear and melodious bell rang out, the Yin-Yang Bell suddenly hung high in the sky, casting down beams of incomparably mysterious innate Yin-Yang divine light.
These divine lights, like celestial waterfalls cascading from the heavens, continuously washed over Miaozhen, forming an indestructible protective barrier.
The boundless divine lightning, like a ferocious and violent beast, carried terrifying power that seemed to split the heavens and the earth, and struck with overwhelming force!
Its power is so great that it can shatter the primordial chaos, making people tremble with fear!
However, at this critical moment, a primordial yin-yang divine light suddenly shone, like the dawn breaking through the darkness.
This divine light contained boundless mystery and power, and collided violently with the surging, immeasurable divine thunder!
With a loud "bang," the once imposing and invincible Boundless Divine Thunder instantly crumbled, turning into countless tiny sparks of lightning that scattered in all directions.
However, the innate Yin-Yang divine light did not stop its attack, continuing to surge in all directions like a torrent.
In the blink of an eye, the divine light swept away the remaining divine lightning, as mercilessly as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
After a brief period of attrition, the divine lightning finally gave way, dissipating into nothingness and vanishing completely into the world.
After successfully eliminating the surrounding thunderous threat, Miao Zhen had a sudden thought.
The Yin-Yang Bell, which had been hovering above her head, suddenly emitted a clear and melodious buzzing sound, and then soared into the air like an arrow shot straight towards the thick thunderclouds in the void above!
With a deafening roar, the Yin-Yang Bell, enveloped in a dazzling black and white divine light, hurtled into the sea of thunder with lightning speed.
In an instant, it was as if a huge meteorite had fallen from the sky and crashed into the depths of the turbulent sea!
In an instant, the entire void trembled, and the deafening sound resounded through the sky for a long time.
The seemingly boundless sea of lightning was instantly shattered by the impact of the Yin-Yang Bell, creating towering waves!
As the Yin-Yang Bell rotated slightly in the air, countless beams of black and white divine light shot out from the bell and spread wildly in all directions.
Wherever these divine lights passed, all lightning was mercilessly shattered, leaving the surrounding sea of lightning in chaos and utter devastation.
After a fierce onslaught, the lightning that had been raging and roaring above the formation began to collapse and shatter.
The innate divine light swept across the land like a surging torrent, devouring all the lightning.
After the whirlwind sweep was over, the sky above the formation finally returned to its previous tranquility and peace.
With a thought, Miao Zhen felt the Yin-Yang Bell seem to have heard its master's call and quickly flew back to the sky above her head.
The Yin-Yang Bell slowly rotated in the air, and divine light descended from the bell, like a black and white entangled celestial aura surrounding Miaozhen.
However, at this seemingly peaceful and serene moment, a sudden change occurred!
In the depths of the celestial light on the opposite side, a figure suddenly rose slowly.
Upon closer inspection, the man, dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, was none other than Daoji.
No one knows exactly when he appeared in the formation.
As soon as Daoji appeared, without uttering a single unnecessary word, he waved his whisk and flew out, pouncing fiercely towards Miaozhen.
Miao Zhen, situated in the center of the great formation, was surrounded by dangers. How could she possibly be foolish enough to stand still and keep fighting with Dao Ji?
In the blink of an eye, before Daoji could even get close, Miaozhen acted decisively, raising her right hand and pointing it at Daoji from afar.
In an instant, a sharp and unparalleled sword aura shot out from her fingertips, like lightning slicing through the sky, and shot toward Daoji with a piercing sound.
Daoji had sharp eyesight and spotted the whistling sword energy at a glance.
He gave a light hum, his expression unchanged and his heart unmoved. With a slight flick of his wrist, he flung out the whisk in his hand.
The whisk, like an incredibly agile dragon, opened its blood-red maw and instantly wrapped tightly around the incoming sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked the whisk in his hand, and with a loud "bang," the originally menacing sword energy suddenly collapsed in mid-air, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions...
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