As soon as Jiang Yunfan left, Chen Junsheng, who was standing beside him, spoke up.
"The soul restriction cannot be lifted. Sikong Xun must die in the battle."
Without hesitation, he made a chopping gesture towards Chen Junsheng, and Di Jiu once again set his sights on the gate of the Forbidden City.
Compared to Sikong Xun's insignificant life and death, he was more concerned about the Emperor's battle.
"Understood, sir."
Nodding to Di Jiu in understanding, Chen Junsheng disappeared from the spot in an instant.
"Blood Shura, what do you mean?"
In front of the gate of the Forbidden City, Xu Wuji looked at the blood and energy rolling under his feet, and his brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (川).
He could feel that this blood was extremely dangerous.
"Master, don't panic. This is just a small formation."
"It can greatly suppress the power of 'Indra', thus giving us a chance to fight him."
Facing Xu Wuji's questioning, Di Yi kept the seal in his hand unchanged, but spoke lightly.
"Amitabha!"
Just when Xu Wuji was about to say something, a Buddhist chant suddenly sounded in his mind.
"I hope so."
With an unobtrusive glance at Kong Wen, who had been silent since entering the city, Xu Wu Ji spoke to Di Yi with cold eyes.
"Don't worry, Taoist Priest, our Shura Palace's target is only Emperor Shitian, and we are not going to become the public enemy of the entire Tianwu Continent."
After quickly glancing at the venerables from other major forces who also had some doubts, Emperor Yi said with a hint of sincerity.
"Blood Sea Formation?"
"Did that old fellow predict that this day would come for me?"
In front of the gate of the Forbidden City, the emperor looked at the ever-expanding sea of blood in front of him, his eyes a little dazed.
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