Guan Shanyue was somewhat curious about Zhang Dongyuan's words. "What treasure of the Allure Sect?"
Zhang Dongyuan gave a dry laugh and did not answer. After a long while, he let out a faint sigh. "It was preserved by our predecessors."
Hearing that, Guan Shanyue could not help laughing. "Your Allure Mountain really knows how to adapt."
After a pause, she looked worriedly at Feng Jun. "Master Feng, do you think that monk might try something?"
"That's simple." Feng Jun formed a hand seal and pointed ahead. "Thunder, come!"
A bolt of lightning fell from thin air, striking Yue Yao directly and knocking him to the ground. He rolled down several steps.
Fortunately, the stretch he was on had broad, long steps with only a gentle slope. Otherwise, someone might really have been killed.
Feng Tianyang and Elder Guo had been watching from nearby. When they saw this, they could not help praising him in low voices. "What exquisite Thunder Arts!"
Why quietly? They were afraid the one who had been struck would hear them!
But the others in the Daoist Temple heard them and could not help gathering closer—so that thunderclap had been a spell?
Although Yue Yao had been knocked down, he was not seriously hurt. He quickly climbed back up, looked around, then turned back to look at the Daoist Temple—this thunder was truly strange.
Fortunately, Fugu Mountain was under cloudy skies at the moment. If the sky had been clear, then sorcery would have been the only possible explanation.
Yue Yao also saw quite a few people standing atop the Daoist Temple's drum tower. He silently recited, Amitabha. How sinister!
After turning around and taking two steps, another thunderclap sounded, and he fell again...
This time, everyone in the Daoist Temple saw it clearly. Feng Jun