People in Ultraman: Dark Summoning

"Zhang Wuji!"

Nun Miejue couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Although the sound was not loud, the emotions contained in it were like surging waves.

At the same time, Master Zhikong, who was standing not far away, had a deep and wise gaze. He stared in the direction of Zhang Wuji and murmured softly:

"Amitabha! It seems that the martial arts world is about to be plunged into a bloody storm again. This is bound to be a troubled time... Good, good!"

Looking at the Five Elders of Kongtong, Xian Yutong and others, they all opened their eyes wide, with greed flashing in their eyes, and looked straight at Zhang Wuji.

If they were not afraid of the presence of so many masters of the Wudang Sect, they would have been unable to suppress their impulse and would have rushed forward to capture Zhang Wuji and tortured him severely to force him to tell them the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon Slaying Sword.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao had finally calmed down from his extremely excited emotions.

He quickly reached into his arms, carefully took out a bottle of precious healing medicine, walked quickly to Yin Tianzheng, gently helped him up, and fed the medicine into his mouth.

After Yin Tianzheng took the pill, Song Yuanqiao carefully helped him up, then took Zhang Wuji to a quieter place nearby so that they could rest and recuperate.

Nun Miejue and others witnessed this scene. Although they felt somewhat dissatisfied and unwilling, when they thought of the world-renowned reputation of Wudang founder Zhang Sanfeng, they did not dare to act rashly. They could only pretend not to see it and turned their attention to Yang Xiao and others.

I saw Nun Miejue walking forward with a gloomy face and steady steps. Her right hand holding the sword was raised high as if to pierce the sky.

The scabbard of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword was like a nimble poisonous snake, pointing directly at the people of the Ming Cult.

Following Nun Miejue's angry shout, her voice was as loud as a bell:

"Everyone from the Demon Cult, if you are not convinced in your heart, who else dares to challenge me?

If no one dares to respond, don't blame me for being heartless and ungrateful. I will extinguish your sacred fire today, and let this day next year be the anniversary of your death!"

After hearing these words, Zhang Wuji became extremely anxious and could no longer suppress his inner impulse. He was about to speak up to stop Master Miejue's cruel act.

However, just as he was about to speak, a big hand suddenly reached out and was placed on his shoulder. It turned out that it was his master uncle Song Yuanqiao who stopped him in time.

"Uncle!"

Zhang Wuji struggled hard, trying to break free from Song Yuanqiao's restraints, while shouting incoherently.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Wuji with an anxious face and shook his head gently, signaling him not to act rashly.

Zhang Songxi, who was standing by, saw this and said quickly:

"Wuji, don't be impulsive. Listen to your master's arrangement first."

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and anger and cast a worried gaze towards the battlefield ahead.

At this time, Master Miejue saw that everyone in the Ming Cult was silent. She thought that they had been intimidated by her aura, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face. She sneered and said:

"Humph, it seems like you, the Ming Cult, are doomed today!"

At this moment, Yang Buhui, who had been sitting cross-legged next to her father Yang Xiao, raised her eyebrows, a hint of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she was about to rush out to stop Master Miejue.

But suddenly, a violent cough came from not far away. The sound was faint at first, as if coming from the horizon, but in an instant it became clearly audible and quickly approached where everyone was.