Fortunately, the invisible heavy pressure and the huge drum beat did not last long.

When the feathers all fell on the Bu Tian Shield, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

But this quietness seems extremely strange.

Everyone who could finally raise their heads endured their physical discomfort and quickly looked at Yunlu above their heads.

I saw the snow-white feathers standing neatly above the tentacle, each feather was shaking constantly, as if they were trying hard to eat something.

And there is a harsh "crunch" sound in the air from time to time. This sound is very similar to an old house that is shaking by heavy snow on a windy and snowy night.

Obviously, the Yunlu Butian Shield is the old house at this moment.

This calm lasted only a snap of the fingers, and with several identical "drums", several white feathers fell from the ninth floor of the tenta to the eighth floor.

Immediately afterwards, more and more feathers began to fall from the damaged part of the ninth layer of the cloud talisman into the eighth layer.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the feathers were not simply standing on the cloud talisman, but were also rushing against the cloud talisman wildly.

This scene is like a group of locusts chewing on crops in the fields frantically.

Sang Xiaoman is like a tinkerer, constantly repairing the places where these feathers have been "chewed", but in the end there are too many, and the repair speed is far less than the speed of destruction. So feathers keep falling from the ninth floor of the tenta to the eighth floor, and then continue to eat the tenta.

Sang Xiaoman was able to persist until now, thanks to the unexpected divine essence today. Otherwise, if he had used his previous spiritual energy to regulate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he would probably not be able to hold on for a moment, and the entire talisman would be eaten up by these feathers.

This is a fatal struggle. Once one side shows fatigue, there will be no bones left immediately.

But the number of these feathers is too large after all. Sang Xiaoman's repair speed is far from the speed of their destruction. If this continues, the entire talisman will be "chewed" away without even consuming the spiritual power of these feathers.

"Do your best and leave your destiny."

Sang Xiaoman glanced at Li Yunsheng, who was still closed his eyes beside him.

In a moment, the eighth floor talisman tower was also pierced by these feathers. A few white feathers began to appear on the seventh floor. The ninth floor talisman tower was almost destroyed, and more feathers fell on the eighth floor.

At this time, the people in Yunjing City were like ants leaning against a hot pan, each of whom was anxious but could not do anything. This feeling was the most painful.

Sang Wuyin on the cloud boat was as anxious as Wenhua, and he only hoped that the feathers would be destroyed faster and faster.

After everyone spent a stick of incense in this extremely difficult time, the exhausted people suddenly saw in despair that several feathers had fallen to the last floor of the talisman, and the next floor was the talisman net.

"It's soon, it's soon."

Sang Wuyin stared at the feathers and murmured excitedly.

Seeing that a few more feathers fell off the last layer, he almost jumped up with excitement.

Finally, more and more feathers fell on the last layer, and the last layer of tenta began to be "chewed" at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I have to say that Sang Xiaoman has tried his best. The soul she consumed in this short incense stick can almost allow her to draw at least three more Taoist cloud talismans, but even if she has enough divine energy, the repair speed cannot be as fast as the speed of destruction.

Another stick of incense passed, and the first loophole appeared in the talisman net that seemed indestructible. No matter how Sang Xiaoman tried his best to repair it, a white feather still emerged from the small gap.

Without the obstacles of the talisman net, the swaying feathers dance with the wind. Every time it shakes, the hearts of the people of the government will "sway" and the nervous emotions make people feel uncomfortable in breathing.

Soon the feather that "scandidates the net" was only ten or twenty feet away from the ground. Everyone could see every pattern on the feather clearly. But the more realistic the scene in front of them, the more desperate the people below were, so desperate that they even forgot to escape. They just looked up at the sky with trembling trembling, as if the feather had some magic power.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a long sword was unsheathed, and the sound of a long sword burst through the sky.

Everyone who was suddenly awakened saw a long red sword coming from the east of Yunjing City. With just one sword, the white feather was shattered, and the fine white hairs scattered all over the sky. The huge spiritual power in the white feather turned into waves of air and fell down, and instantly collapsed several houses on the ground.

However, for the people of Yunjing City, this is already a blessing.

"This is the Sword Buddha's Rage Sword, and the Sword Buddha is also in our Yunjing City?!"

Someone recognized the red-light sword above his head and exclaimed immediately.

In the Sang Family Ancestral Hall, the talisman masters were grateful for the sword Buddha's actions for a while.

The sword Buddha still had that gentle expression.

"Thank you for your kindness to save the sword."

Sang Xiaoman in the middle of the lake also thanked him from afar.

Finally blocked the hole, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I can only help you one, and it's okay to save one or two people. If there are too many, there is nothing I can do. It's up to you to deal with this Tianzhu Formation."

The sword Buddha shook his head with a wry smile.

He was not humble, and under this Tianzhu formation, he could barely have some self-protection power.

"I will take my granddaughter to take you for half the incense stick. Miss Xiaoman, please follow me, keep the green mountains and don't worry about the lack of firewood."

The purpose of his trip was to be entrusted by Sang Bulun during his lifetime to protect Sang Xiaoman's life.

"Need not……"

"Thank you Jianfo's kindness."

Sang Xiaoman was about to refuse, but he didn't want to be snatched by another voice.

After seeing again, it was not someone else who said this, but Li Yunsheng.

Seeing Li Yunsheng wake up, Sang Xiaoman's eyes, which were originally a little dull, regained their spirits:

“How much have you learned?”

She asked with some anticipation and some trepidation.

Li Yunsheng glanced at Sang Xiaoman, then smiled faintly and said:

"all."

When Sang Xiaoman heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he said with a look of excitement:

"Then let's start!"

...

On the cloud boat above Yunjing City.

The sword Buddha's sword made Wen Huazi very unhappy, but he was helpless. He knew better than anyone else how terrifying the sword cultivator was at this level.

"I had known that I should have gotten rid of this sword Buddha first."

Sang Wuyin said angrily.

"Don't worry, he's just one person and one sword after all. After all, the Yunluan Bu Tian Shield is completely broken, and he will have no choice but to be afraid that he will take Sang Xiaoman to escape from Yunjing City."

Wen Huazi signaled Sang Wuyin to calm down.
Chapter completed!