Seeing that his disciples couldn't even catch a silly boy, Wu Hen anxiously took action himself. With a thought, a purple chain appeared in his palm and slid into the battle like a long snake. This "Cloud Thunder Chain" had the word "chain" in its name, but it was actually transformed from true energy. Although it wasn't made of gold or iron, it was harder than stone. Driven by powerful true energy, it could cause electric currents to dance all over the enemy's body, causing a strong sense of dizziness and numbness.
Duobao was fighting one against three. Although he was temporarily evenly matched, he was purely using his fists to block the opponent's true energy. In terms of punching speed, he was far inferior to Wukong and the other two's true energy output. He also had to divert his attention to ensure that his master and junior brothers weren't sneak attacked. Gradually, he felt powerless. Duobao knew that he would eventually collapse due to exhaustion. Amidst the chaos, Duobao turned around and yelled, hinting his junior brother to take his master and escape through the window.
Zhao Yun watched the battle from the side. He was truly anxious. He saw Duobao in danger a few times. Although he managed to avert the danger, his heart was always in his throat. He could not relax at all. He was actually more nervous than when he was fighting. Hearing Duobao telling her and her master to leave first, she could only smile bitterly in her heart. Zhao Yun's limbs were already weak. How could she leave? Even if she wanted to escape, how far could she run while hugging Master Wang Lang whose legs were broken? What's more, her junior brother was fighting a bloody battle. How could she, as a senior brother, run away like a rat?
Just at this moment, the "Cloud Thunder Chain" spat out its poisonous tongue, and the purple flame rushed to Duobao's back. In an instant, Duobao felt as if he had been electrocuted. His whole body was powerless. His tightly clenched fists instantly scattered, and his five fingers were powerless to gather again.
When Wukong, Wudao, and the others saw the Great Golden Venerable make a move, they were all overjoyed. The three great true energies rushed to Duobao's chest together. As if he had been hit by a ten thousand jin sledgehammer, Duobao's sluggish body couldn't stand steadily and fell into the dust with a plop. Tianqin muttered something and took out the "Binding Immortal Rope". With a flap, she tied Duobao into a big dumpling.
Zhao Yun glared at Wu Hen and cursed, "Despicable and shameless!" Hurrying forward, he bent down to look at Duobao. What he saw was that Duobao's dark face seemed to be covered with a layer of eye frost. It was frighteningly pale, and even his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Only his lips were moving as he said, "Junior Brother, run quickly." Zhao Yun hurriedly pulled the Immortal Binding Rope. The rope was a secret treasure of the Tianyuan Sect. Even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal would not be able to escape from it. Zhao Yun anxiously tried to pull it off. The rope was tightly bound and did not move at all. Only the golden tassels of the rope swayed slightly in the wind, as if mocking Zhao Yun's ignorance.
Wu Hen chuckled, "What a joke. Do you think I need to sneak up on you? I just don't want to waste time. "
As they spoke, Wukong and the other two rushed forward in unison and tied up Zhao Yun and Wang Lang with the Immortal Binding Rope. Although Wang Lang's legs were crippled, he still couldn't escape the fate of being tied up.
Zhao Yun struggled with all her might. How could she break free when she was so weak? She was so angry that her silver teeth stood up, and she scolded, "Don't touch my master. If you have the guts, come at me."
Tianqin laughed evilly: "Oh, Sky Sovereign, take a look, this brat is still here dreaming of a thousand years? Is he still allowed to do what he wants? "
Seeing that the matter was settled, Wu Hen's heart relaxed. The three great Golden Venerables of the Tianyuan Sect were dispatched together. This was a rare sight in the past ten years. It was not that they were afraid of Hui Ming's ability to overturn the heavens, but everyone wanted to put on a show to prevent the angry Sect Leader Song Jiang from passing on his anger for no reason. Thinking about it, he knew that it was time to retreat. He said to Fayuan and Hongyun, "Junior Brothers, we have been delayed here for a long time. I'm afraid that the Sect Leader is already impatient. How about this, the two of you personally escort Hui Ming back to the Tianyuan Sect. I will go ahead and report the news to the Sect Leader. "
Without waiting for Fayuan and Hongyun to speak, a golden light flashed, and Wu Hen's figure disappeared. Fayuan hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, wait for me. I will go with you to report." Without waiting for Hongyun to express her objection, he also disappeared in an instant.
"What the f * ck, these two old things want to fight for credit and leave me here. Who knows what nonsense these two things will spout in front of the Sect Leader. They might even splash the dirty water of the Young Sect Leader's death on me. Damn it! " Hongyun's stomach was overflowing with anger, but she did not dare to say anything. Looking at the group of foolish disciples, she was angry and scolded, "What are you still standing there for, a group of fools. Hurry up and escort this trash up."
Everyone was scolded badly, and they all thought, "You, Hongyun, are stupid. Even if you have anger, you can't vent it on us. If you really have the ability, sit on the position of Great Golden Venerables first. " One of them was called Tianyu, who was quite liked by Hongyun. At this time, seeing that Hongyun was angry, he thought he was clever and changed the topic, "Great Golden Venerables, look at the treasure sword on the ground. It doesn't look ordinary. We have gained a lot from this trip." He walked over and casually pinched the hilt, wanting to pick up the treasure sword. Unexpectedly, his arm went numb, and an extremely cold aura invaded his body. He quickly let go and shouted, "So cold, so cold."
Hongyun was even more annoyed and scolded, "Even if the treasure sword is good, it is not your turn. This sword belongs to the Qinglian Sect. If you have the guts, take it away. When Ling Ye Lai comes back, how are you going to deal with him?"
Tianyu was speechless and quickly said, "I don't dare, I don't dare." Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to carelessly stroke the whiskers of this icy demoness who was feared by everyone.
Hong Yun activated the Tian Zong Heart Sutra and grabbed the air. The Mighty Fighting Divine Sword appeared in his hand. The cold air penetrated the sword's scabbard and seeped into his heart. Hong Yun hurriedly protected his mind and used his Pure Yang Qi to drive away the coldness. He thought to himself, "This sword is so strange. When I saw Priest Zi Hui wearing this black sword, I knew it was not ordinary. I didn't expect it to be able to kill me without a sound. Damn it!" He couldn't show any trace of it on his face. He said, "Let's go!" As he activated his heart sutra, he resisted the cold air.
Immediately, everyone carried Zhao Yun and her two disciples out in a single file and went straight to the shore. It was the first time the people of Huo Huan Tang had seen so many important people. They were indescribably excited and secretly peeped from the side. When they saw Wang Lang and the others were tied up, they were indescribably shocked. They did not know what crime this good-natured Hall Master had committed that even the Tianyuan Sect's Jinzun had to come out. They whispered endlessly, making it difficult for Huo Huan Tang to sleep tonight.
Zhao Yun was pushed forward by the crowd, but her eyes were fixed on her master Wang Lang. Seeing his distressed expression, she felt even more remorseful and self-reproachful. She said hatefully, "Master, it's all my fault for implicating you."
Although Wang Lang's legs were broken, he had more or less recovered in the past few months. Although he was being carried by the crowd, he did not feel any pain. Hearing Zhao Yun's self-reproaching words, Wang Lang sighed and said, "Stinky brat, don't blame yourself. I was just thinking that this time you really won't be able to escape this calamity. It's useless even if you grow wings. "
"Master's mind is only thinking of me!" Seeing Wang Lang disregard life and death, Zhao Yun was indescribably moved. "I, I don't have two years left to live. But Master, you, you still have a great life. "
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