Mr. Dark Cloud ordered.
Many people appeared in the city with bows in their hands and aimed at the young Taoist priest in the air.
The Taoist priest's eyes flashed. "Senior, what's the meaning of this?"
A person appeared on the street below. It was the headmaster of the Hanshan school.
He looked up and said loudly, "Master Xie, please. Mr. Dark Cloud said that he wants to meet you as an elder of the Fuzhen Guan."
Xie Zhao took a deep breath. "I don't mean to be disrespectful. I came here because I was worried about my junior.
However, senior, I have the authorization of the school to act on behalf of the Fuzhen Guan. "
He was the first successor of the Fuzhen Guan, and he paid close attention to the successor.
The Fuzhen Guan had started to build up his prestige and gave him a lot of authorization. Many of the elders in the school could not compare to him.
In the past, when someone from the same school provoked a strong enemy, Xie Zhao would usually be the first to rush over to help or negotiate with the enemy.
Most of the time, with the Wang Zhen Sect as a backing, when the etiquette was up to the mark, everyone would have face. They would step down together and turn hostility into friendship.
However, this time, no matter how polite he was, he could not withstand the opponent's sincerity.
After Xie Zhao finished speaking, Zhang Dongyun did not respond.
The headmaster of the Hanshan school saw this and immediately waved his hand.
In an instant, hundreds of armor-piercing arrows flew into the air and shot toward Xie Zhao.
Other than the Hanshan school disciples, there were also many Tang Army soldiers who surrendered.
In order to get rid of the captives, they worked harder than the Hanshan school disciples. They only wanted to make up for their mistakes as soon as possible.
The young Taoist priest in the air quickly became a target.
However, he was not shot into a hedgehog.
Those sharp arrows directly passed through his body and flew into the distance.
Xie Zhao, who was in the air, was like an ethereal cloud that was pierced by the arrows.
As the holes spread, his whole body became distorted and turned into a cloud of smoke that dissipated.
"Fuzhen Guan's Illusion Reality Technique!"
The headmaster of the Hanshan school shouted, "Increase the coverage of the arrows!"
Everyone spread out the angle of their crossbows even further.
At the same time, more people in the city heard the news and came over. They drew their bows and aimed at the smoke floating in the air.
The area covered by the rain of arrows expanded, and the smoke in the air twisted and changed. Xie Zhao's figure appeared again.
However, he was flying out of the city and was about to cross the city wall.
"Since Senior insists, Junior can only take his leave and ask the elders of the sect to come and discuss with Senior."
Xie Zhao's tone was still calm. He waved the horsetail whisk in his hand and deflected the arrows that were approaching him.
However, his expression quickly changed.
The young Taoist priest was forced to stop flying out of the city, and he retreated instead of advancing.
As he retreated, he dodged a gust of wind.
Slowly, an old man rose from the ground and stood in front of Xie Zhao.
"That was … the Tempest Palm?" The young Daoist priest frowned. "Is he from the Chen family?"
The old man said indifferently, "Little Daoist, please wait."
Xie Zhao glanced down from the corner of his eyes and noticed that many people had gathered around him. They were all eyeing him like a tiger eyeing its prey.
A few of them were boiling with Qi and blood. In addition to the heat, they seemed to have formed a small storm that rotated around their bodies.
"The cultivation of the Dragon Scroll Secret Manual is indeed from the Chen family."
Xie Zhao calmed down.
The old man in front of him could hover in the air. He was at least at the fifth realm of martial arts, the Flying General.
Among the dozen or so Chen clansmen below, there was no lack of warriors at the fourth realm of martial arts who could also glide in the air for a short time.
A group of people surrounded Xie Zhao in all directions and blocked his way out of the city.
Behind him, the master of the Hanshan school who was at the fourth realm of martial arts also caught up.
Xie Zhao looked at the old man in front of him. "So the Chen family is under the protection of this Chang 'an City."
He made a gesture with one hand, and there was a faint flicker in his eyes.
"You can't fool I."
The old man in front of him suddenly flashed in the air.
His target was not Xie Zhao who was chanting, but the empty space next to him.
However, as the old man's palms stirred up the wind and clouds and turned them into a tornado, the air in the empty space suddenly twisted.
As the smoke and clouds dissipated, Xie Zhao's real body was revealed.
It turned out that the figure next to him was still an illusion created by his Illusion Technique.
It could fool the others, but it could not fool the old man.
The old man accurately captured Xie Zhao's real position and struck with both palms with full force.
Xie Zhao was not in a hurry. He was still making gestures with his hands.
Suddenly, talismans flew out from his body and turned into balls of light in the air.
The balls of light circled around Xie Zhao and formed a defense, blocking the old man's Tempest Palm.
The old man immediately changed his move. He struck with both palms and blasted the spinning balls of light.
But at the same time, the light in Xie Zhao's eyes gushed out of his eye sockets and scattered in all directions.
The old man's expression changed. "Illusion Technique?"
He shouted to warn the others.
At the same time, the blood and Qi in his body gathered and condensed into his shout.
His voice was like rolling thunder, shaking the surroundings.
The multicolored light flowing out of Xie Zhao's eyes was immediately scattered by this loud shout.
But the remaining part was still effective.
The expression of the Hanshan school master, who was chasing from behind, changed greatly. His gaze was slightly dazed.
He discovered that his surroundings had completely changed.
Chang 'an City had disappeared.
He had actually returned to Mount Han in the Qin Province's capital in an instant.
A raging fire engulfed the building of his Hanshan school.
Looking down, he saw the corpses of his disciples strewn across the field, blood flowing all over the ground.
Looking up at the sky, he saw red clouds illuminated by the light of the fire.
On top of the clouds, the Daoists of Fuzhen Guan looked down at Mount Han with expressionless faces.
It was as if the heavens had sent down divine punishment for Mount Han.
The Hanshan school master kept telling himself that none of this was real. It was all Xie Zhao's magic.
He wanted to roar, but discovered that he could not make a sound.
The raging fire even climbed up his body, wanting to devour him.
The burning pain was so real.
On the ground, the heavily injured disciples of Mount Han wailed, begging him for help and repenting to the Daoists of Fuzhen Guan in the sky.
No matter how hard the Hanshan school master struggled, he could not escape this purgatory.
In the real world, he stood in place like a clay puppet or a wooden sculpture.
The martial artists of the Chen family on the ground also looked the same. Their eyes were dull, and they stood still.
Their minds were filled with the tragic image of their entire clan being massacred by the Eastern Tang Dynasty. They couldn't even cry for help.
"Ninth Uncle, Sixteenth Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Only a girl, as usual, looked at the crowd of her family in surprise.
The old man in the air was firm, stabilizing his mind and protecting his Divine Soul from being shaken by the enemy's magic.
But taking advantage of the moment when he stabilized his mind, Xie Zhao's figure flew past like a cloud.
When Xie Zhao broke out of the encirclement and was about to cross the city wall of Chang 'an, he suddenly sank.
As if a heavy burden was on his body, Xie Zhao was forced to descend.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a long beard standing in the air directly above him.
The tyrannical momentum of a martial artist was overwhelming.
"Since Mr. Dark Cloud has ordered, Taoist Xie should stay."
Slowly, Chen Jiezhi said.
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