The gate swung open with a loud bang.
The two people were forced in.
Upon closer inspection, everyone recognized Luo Ran'er and Chunyu Xunfeng as the two who had just run out.
Immediately afterwards, a beautiful woman stood at the door. Many people from the Myriad Paths Sect recognized her at a glance. The woman who came was Wen Mo, the one they had fought so fiercely with last time!
Linghu Lan stood at the doorway, smiling as she looked at the crowd before her. "So many people, are they all waiting for me?"
The Taoist priests glared angrily at Linghu Lan. Immediately, some of them stepped forward to help Luo Ran'er and Chunyu Xunfeng up. They were relieved after checking that the two of them were not injured.
Luo Ran'er touched her sore bottom, feeling a surge of shame and anger, and stared fiercely at Linghu Lan.
On the contrary, Chunyu Xunfeng seemed to have lost his soul. This time, he understood more deeply the gap between himself and Linghu Lan, and suddenly felt a sense of despair that he had no hope in this life.
"Activate the formation!"
The sect leader of Wandao Sect shielded Bei Yusheng tightly behind him and shouted at his disciples.
The crowd surrounded Linghu Lan, and various runes and incantations were launched at her.
Linghu Lan felt a series of figures before her eyes, followed by a wave of dizziness. The talismans of the Myriad Paths Sect were indeed quite effective. Then, a sword was thrust at Linghu Lan, but she dodged it, turned around, grabbed the sword, and crushed it into pieces in her hand.
The Taoist priests were shocked, and several more, armed with knives, spears, swords, and halberds, leaped into the air and stabbed at Linghu Lan.
Just as Linghu Lan was about to chant the incantation and use the Thunderstorm Talisman to wipe out the group of Taoists, she felt the black spider lily between her eyebrows tremble slightly. Clusters of black light shot out from between her eyebrows, scattering in all directions and accurately striking the hearts of the Taoists.
The Taoist priests cried out and fell to the ground in a heap. The sect leader of Wandao Mountain, who had been protecting Bei Yusheng, held a peach wood sword and swung it so tightly that his entire body was impenetrable, managing to block the black light from entering his body.
A dark shadow slowly emerged from between Linghu Lan's brows, growing thicker and thicker until it finally formed the shadow of a man.
Even as the shadow took shape, its unparalleled elegance and handsome appearance were immediately apparent.
Linghu Lan's eyes lit up. Ming Hong? Mo Tang?
Ming Hong's shadow gradually solidified, his large black robe completely covering his body, yet exuding a restrained, ascetic beauty. He glanced back at Linghu Lan and smiled slightly. Then, his cold gaze fixed intently on the leader of the Myriad Paths Sect.
The sect leader of Wandao Sect only stopped wielding his sword after the black light disappeared. He was secretly surprised and had a bad feeling. He was afraid that Wandao Sect would perish here today. This ghost in front of him was really too powerful.
With his sharp eyesight, it would be easy for him to tell that Ming Hong was a ghost.
He glanced at the disciples of the Myriad Paths Sect. At this moment, everyone was still lying on the ground crying out. Many people pulled up their clothes and saw a black spot on their chest. It was clearly the black light that had passed through it. What was even more terrifying was that the black spot was slowly expanding, as if it was devouring their bodies.
The sect leader of Wandao Sect was even more anxious, but his face remained calm and composed. He said in a deep voice, "May I ask who you are? I have not yet asked your name."
Ming Hong remained silent, but instead reached out and pressed something in the air.
Everyone felt the air suddenly become heavy.
The sect leader of Wandao Sect was even more alarmed and hurriedly asked, "Could it be that you are a protector of the Underworld?"
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