My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

Chang'an City, the Qin Prince's Mansion.

Li Chen was sitting in a rocking chair, leisurely peeling a spirit orange that was a tribute from the Western Regions.

Sudden.

A specially made jade slip placed on the stone table suddenly emitted a piercing red alarm sound!

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

This jade slip is a miniature terminal connected to the latest generation of "Starry Sky Defense Array Radar" of the Great Tang Dynasty.

Upgraded by King Li Tai of Wei himself, its sensitivity is outrageously high.

Li Chen raised an eyebrow and grabbed the jade slip.

He probed into it with his divine sense.

It is clearly displayed on the radar's virtual light screen.

The location of the royal temple outside Chang'an City.

Just now, an extremely subtle but high-level Buddhist power rippled out for less than half a second!

Although that "Heaven-Covering Bodhi Bead" could shield the secrets of heaven and even conceal the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, when Bianji unleashed the most crucial killing move of the "Seven Emotions and Six Desires Great Compassion Ode," he inevitably revealed a trace of the most primal evil Buddhist fluctuations.

This was a significant development for the Tang Dynasty, which was now heavily armed.

It was like lighting a searchlight in the darkest night!

"The fox's tail has finally been revealed."

Li Chen crushed the orange peel in his hand, a chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He had previously noticed that insects had infiltrated Chang'an City, but due to the other party's magical artifact that concealed the secrets of heaven, he had been unable to pinpoint their location accurately.

Now that they dare to expose themselves...

Then don't even think about going back alive!

Li Chen did not hesitate at all.

He directly took out the highest-level communication jade slip and connected to a special group chat called "Top Tang Dynasty Boy Band".

"Dragon Subduing, Tiger Taming, Blood Slaughter, Nether Spring!"

Li Chen's voice was icy, exuding an unquestionable authority.

"Royal Temple, coordinates have been sent."

"Some blind bald monk has sneaked in."

"Close the door and beat the dog."

"Leave her alive to search her soul, don't kill her outright."

At this moment.

Inside the luxurious lounge of the Chang'an Grand Theatre.

Four top celebrities have just finished recording an interview program called "The Great Tang Immortal Cultivation Show".

Two Arhats and two old devils were arguing and making a scene over whose fan had sent the most valuable gift.

Hearing Li Chen's telepathic message.

All four of them stopped arguing at the same time.

"A wild, bald monk has come to Chang'an to cause trouble?!"

The Arhat who Subdues Dragons ripped off the golden chain from his neck, and a dazzling ferocious light instantly burst forth from his large, copper-bell-shaped eyes.

"Amitabha! Finally, I have something to do! Signing autographs for fans every day, my fists are practically rusting!"

"Hahaha! We've got a job!"

Blood Slaughter Ancestor was so excited that his whole body was surging with demonic energy.

"His Highness the King of Qin has spoken! No one can stop me today! I will personally crush that bald monk's bones inch by inch!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Four beams of light, each a different color, yet all equally terrifying, emanating from the Nascent Soul stage.

It shattered the floor-to-ceiling window of the lounge in an instant.

With a terrifying, overwhelming force, it tore through the clouds and hurtled toward the royal temple!

……

On the other side...

On a mountain path less than three miles from the royal temple.

Fang Yi'ai was carrying a massive black iron boulder weighing 100,000 jin (50,000 kg) on ​​his back, engaging in his daily cross-country run with heavy loads.

Sweat dripped down his chiseled muscles.

He was like a tireless machine, each step he took leaving a deep dent in the mountain path.

Sudden.

Fang Yi'ai's steps suddenly stopped.

His eyes were as cold as those of an ancient ferocious beast.

In an instant, a terrifying aura burst forth, ready to devour anyone in its path!

He sensed it.

Three days ago, outside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, there was that nauseating, sticky, and chilling aura of evil Buddhism.

It happened again!

Moreover, it's right there in the royal temple!

What made him lose his mind even more instantly was...

His animal instincts told him so.

That arrogant and domineering woman who always wanted to fight him and always glared at him with those stubborn phoenix eyes.

At this moment, we are in an extremely dangerous situation, completely at the mercy of others!

"court death."

Fang Yi'ai squeezed out two words as cold as ice shards from his throat.

"boom!"

He ripped off the massive boulder of black iron weighing 100,000 jin from his back and slammed it into the cliff next to him.

The entire mountain was shaking violently.

A muscle thug unleashed.

The body's Qi and blood are like a supervolcano that has fully erupted.

"Bang!"

Fang Yi'ai suddenly exerted force with both legs, blasting a large crater several meters in diameter on the spot.

He transformed into a black whirlwind, invisible to the naked eye, carrying a violent, destructive force as he hurtled toward the royal temple!

……

Inside the Mahavira Hall.

The monk Bianji's fingers were only an inch away from Princess Gaoyang's brow.

Princess Gaoyang's eyes had completely lost focus.

She was like an exquisite puppet, quietly awaiting the abyss to descend.

"Sink into depravity, become Buddha's most loyal servant..."

A fanatical and ferocious smile appeared on Bianji's face.

however.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening, terrifying roar, like thunder exploding in the heavens, resounded.

It suddenly erupted in Bianji's ear without warning!

The two heavy temple doors of the main hall of the royal temple are made of centuries-old Phoebe zhennan wood and weigh over a thousand kilograms.

It was overwhelmed by a terrifying, monstrous force.

With a single kick, it shattered into countless flying wood chips and fragments!

A violent shockwave, like a Category 12 hurricane, swept through the entire hall.

The candlesticks and incense burners that were being offered up were instantly blown away.

The smile on Bianji's face suddenly froze.

He turned his head in utter horror and looked toward the entrance to the main hall.

Amidst a sky full of sawdust and dust.

A tall, imposing black figure, resembling a demon god, slowly stepped into the main hall.

Fang Yi'ai exuded a blood-red aura that seemed almost tangible.

Those eyes had turned a completely wild, crimson color.

They locked their gaze firmly onto Bianji in front of the altar.

Each step forward.

The hard diamond-like floor tiles of the main hall cracked inch by inch under his feet, making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound.

"Get your dirty hands out."

Fang Yi'ai's voice was hoarse and deep, carrying a violent killing intent that could freeze the soul.

"Take it off her."

Faced with this overwhelming sense of terrifying physical oppression.

Bianji's heart skipped a beat, but then he saw the pure martial spirit in Fang Yi'ai's body, and his fear lessened a little.

"How dare a mere mortal martial artist ruin this humble monk's plans?"

Bianji withdrew his finger and sneered. Although his Nascent Soul stage cultivation was suppressed, he was confident that he could easily deal with a martial artist.

but.

Before the monk Bianji could even use his Buddhist powers to suppress this reckless fool who was unaware of his own mortality...

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four terrifyingly powerful pressures, so immense that even the void itself was violently distorted by their force.

Like four insurmountable mountains.

From the sky!

They sealed off the entire royal temple completely!

The monk Bianji's expression changed in that instant.

They turned deathly pale, like a corpse!