The four yellow-robed men behind Zhenjun Xiaolin now have the light and shadow of colorful tigers. The four black-robed middle-aged Taoist priests behind the big nose are also the light and shadow of cows appear on the bodies of the four black-robed middle-aged Taoist priests behind the big nose, blocking the strong wind.

There must be no problem with the eighteen golden men behind. Zhang Yu and Liang Daji were huddled behind the golden men. Logically, there shouldn't be a wind blowing on them. But it's strange that the two could still feel the strong wind coming.

With Zhang Yu's ability, there are naturally several ways to block the strong wind. He did not choose to use the money sword, but directly used the white tiger light and shadow to protect himself and the dog in his arms. This is a relatively low-key approach. Although he has more powerful tricks, he does not have to use them now.

Liang Daji, who was standing next to him, looked at him, then his body shrank, as if it was a yoga position, his body rolled in a circle, his head was hidden under his stomach, and his back was facing forward to block the strong wind.

He was wearing a sodium-shaped jacket, and this jacket was also carved by Zhang Yu's hands. It was definitely a jacket. This jacket is not only used for drilling holes, but also provides considerable protection for the body.

Behind Zhang Yu, there were men in white robes, men in black robes, men in black. The strength of men in white robes and men in black was obviously not as good as those in the yellow robes in front of him. They could only show magic weapons to resist the strong wind. Although those men in black also showed magic weapons, their cultivation was really limited, and they could no longer bear it in a moment, and they made painful sounds.

"Uh..." "Ah..." "This wind is so powerful..." "It hurts..." "My body... is like fire... isn't right, like a knife cut..." "Me too, I... I... I... I feel that all the flesh on my body is about to be cut off..."...

The agency must be getting stronger and stronger. They have not encountered substantial dangers before, but this time they can't hold on.

Standing in front of Zhenjun Xiaolin, the old Taoist with big nose, naturally had no intention of paying attention to them. His eyes were focused on the stone wall in front, looking for clues.

However, there was only strong wind blowing on the stone wall, and no one could see anything else.

Such a scene is true for Zhenjun Xiao Lin, who has not broken the experience of the mechanism, to be unable to touch it for a while.

He had no choice but to say, "Brother Lei, what do you think about the current situation? Have you ever discovered any clues?"

Lei Zhengyang immediately said: "The stone wall here is obviously different from the previous stone wall. Once the stone wall I encountered before touches the mechanism, the Bagua carvings on it will turn. However, everything in this stone wall is motionless, and the wind blowing from it is so fierce. If it takes a long time, no one can hold on!"

The foreigner, who was leading the black glove, also spoke, "It's really different. The mechanism here seems to be even more powerful... You said, otherwise let's try it and use the strongest attack together to attack the stone wall in front to see if you can find anything again..."

"Don't worry, even if you attack together, you can't attack blindly!" Zhenjun Xiaolin said: "There is no such thing as the formation of 9981 in Taoism. There is only eighty-one transformation... I think otherwise... I am responsible for attacking the gossip patterns on the bull's head... You attack the four gossip patterns in the four directions... Lei Zhengyang, you attack the third gossip patterns on the upper left, Dai Zhuangzhu, you attack the third gossip patterns on the lower left... You use the harpoon to attack the third gossip patterns on the upper right corner, you foreigner, you are responsible for attacking the third gossip patterns on the lower right corner... I count one, two, three, and everyone will do it together..."

Zhenjun Xiaolin almost spoke in a commanding tone, but none of the other two families opposed it and said, "Okay!" "Okay!" "No problem!"...

Seeing that the others agreed, Zhenjun Xiaolin flipped his right hand and a golden bead appeared in his hand. He then shouted: "One...two...three..."

As soon as the "three" was released, the golden beads in his hand hit the gossip pattern on the cow's head.

Almost at the same time, Lei Zhengyang, the old man in silver robes, the leading foreigners and the black robes holding harpoons also took action.

"Do!" "Do!" "Do!" "Do!" "Do!"

They all used a single attack to hit the gossip pattern designated by Zhenjun Xiaolin.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a martial art, after hitting the Bagua pattern, it only makes a crisp sound, and does not touch the stone wall.

But immediately afterwards, the whistling wind became even more violent.

"Hu..." "Hu..." "Hu..."

It was a good idea to say that the masters standing in front of him were Zhu Jiuzhen, who couldn't help but take two steps back and sat down on the ground.

The rest of the people couldn't help but retreated backwards, and those with weak strength fell to the ground on the spot. Even the eighteen golden men brought by Zhenjun Xiaolin were trembling this time, and several golden sands were scraped off from their bodies.

Liang Daji was blown by the wind and got back several times before stopping. Only Zhang Yu was better. He was able to stand firm on the spot without going backwards. However, he could truly feel that his move would not last long.

"Ouch..."

"Plop..."

At this moment, behind him, a woman's voice sounded and a fall sounded.

Zhang Yu could hear it without looking back. This was Guan Ying's voice. Guan Ying's cultivation was OK, but it was obviously not enough to see it in this place.

Zhang Yu, who could have been standing still, just pretended to retreat repeatedly. Even without looking back, he could tell where Guan Ying was. In a few steps, Zhang Yu retreated to Guan Ying's side.

That's right, Guan Ying has fallen to the ground now, her face full of pain.

"Well……"

Zhang Yu also deliberately let out a painful cry, pretending that the white tiger light and shadow on his body were torn apart. Then, his money sword came out of his hand and formed a money sword net. While the money sword net wrapped him, he also wrapped Guan Ying at his feet.

He activated the Jinshen Sword, and the Jinshen Net blocked the strong wind. With this hand alone, it still didn't work. Zhang Yu bit his tongue one after another, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Jinshen Net, and took out five pieces of talisman paper and printed it on the copper coins.

This move was very coherent, after all, he had already become familiar with the road. Guan Ying, who was sitting on the ground, immediately disappeared from the pain. Guan Ying looked up at Zhang Yu, lowered her voice and said, "Thank you..."

Zhang Yu lowered his head and whispered: "Actually, I should thank you..."

"Last time you saved me, this is what you should be... Your dog has a lot of appetite, so of course you have to eat more..." Guan Ying said in a lower voice: "I just didn't expect... you were so young..."

The last sentence, in Zhang Yu's ears, made him feel a little embarrassed. Zhang Yu quickly changed the subject and whispered: "Are you okay..."
Chapter completed!