Zhou Xuan shouted from a high place, and Qingyi Buddha, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and others all wielded their swords with their divine skills.
However, the six Buddha slaves and others weren't pushovers, especially the Bead Holder Slave, who clasped the prayer beads in his hands and chanted a Buddha's Spell,
With the blessing of the Buddha's Spell, the surface of the prayer beads was covered with dense patterns,
Each pattern was like a thread, vibrating one by one, like anchor hooks reaching towards Zhou Xuan's purple small sword.
Numerous threads wove a large net across the sky above Lotus Temple, which, under the orange glow of the sunset, appeared quite mesmerizing.
The rest of the Buddha slaves also each raised their magic artifacts, continually tugging at that small sword,
In an instant,
all the battle forces interlaced, focusing on that purple small sword.
