"Master just jumped like that?"
Nezha's voice still echoed at the edge of the well.
Zhao Gongming did not answer. His yellow eyes with black pupils in the whites were staring at the approaching dark figure in the distance, and the corner of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to work first."
Yang Jian held the short knife, Heavenly Eye's light exploded deep in the middle of his eyebrows, turning into a thick beam of light and sweeping in all directions.
Wherever the beam of light passed, dense gaps appeared in the void as if it had been cut open by a knife.
"No one is allowed to come close within a radius of tens of millions of miles, otherwise you will die."
His voice was not loud, but every word was like a nail hammering into the eardrums of hundreds of millions of monks in the distance.
Tongtian's Immortal Slaying Sword unfolded in the void, four swords flew around the well mouth, and the sword energy condensed into a huge net in the void.
The net surrounded the wellhead in the center, and scarlet murderous intent flowed through the mesh.
"Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, on."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword energy exploded in the void, turning into countless sword lights as thin as hair, spreading in all directions.
Wherever the sword light passed, the void shattered into powder.
Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear was turned twice in the hand, and the Samadhi True Fire on the gun ignited again. The flames spread in the void and formed a fire wall millions of miles high around the wellhead.
The wall of fire burned in the void, and the temperature was so high that even the void was distorting.
The mouth of Zhao Gongming's Sea of Bitterness Box opened wide, and black matter poured out crazily from the box, forming a barrier one hundred thousand miles thick around the mouth of the well.
The barrier trembled in the void, making a scalp-numbing buzzing sound.
In the distance, hundreds of millions of monks stood in the void, all their eyes focused on the defenses around the wellhead.
The old man in golden robes at the front is holding a halberd, and the Runes on the halberd is flashing crazily.
His eyes paused for a moment on the defenses around the wellhead, and his voice was filled with A Trace gritted teeth and cruelty.
"How dare four of us stop hundreds of millions of monks?"
The old man in silver robes next to him spoke, with a strong sense of uneasiness in his voice.
"Didn't you see what happened just now? Tens of millions of monks, more than a dozen Quasi-Heavenly Venerable, all surrendered, and not one of them dared to resist."
"So what?"
The face of the old man in golden robe was so gloomy that he looked like he was about to drip.
"Myriad Sources Ancestral Well is the foundation of Myriad Worlds. How can we let a force from the lower world get involved? Even if I risk my life today, I will drive them out!"
"Are you sure?"
The eyes of the old man in silver robes stopped for a moment on the old man in golden robes.
"Are you sure you can fight?"
The old man in golden robe was silent for two breaths, then raised his right hand, and golden light poured out crazily from his palm.
"Everyone, follow me to break through their defenses and take back Myriad Sources Ancestral Well!"
As soon as the words fell, hundreds of millions of monks raised their weapons at the same time.
Light poured out from the weapon, merged into the void, and turned into a thick pillar of light, blasting past the defenses around the wellhead.
The beam of light roared through the void, causing a harsh sound.
Nezha stood in front of the wall of fire, Fire-Tipped Spear turned it around in his hand, pointing the tip of the gun towards the beam of light.
"Coming."
Zhao Gongming's yellow eyes with black pupils in the whites paused for a moment on the beam of light, and the corners of his mouth curved into a sarcastic arc.
"Hold them off."
Yang Jian held the short knife, Heavenly Eye's light surged deep in the center of his eyebrows, turning into a thicker beam of light, and rushed towards the beam of light.
"Whoever dares to come close will be killed without mercy."
Tongtian's Immortal Slaying Sword turned around in the void, and the sword energy condensed into a barrier around the well mouth.
The eyes of the old man in silver robes stopped for a moment on the old man in golden robes, and there was more A Trace despair in his voice.
"Do you want to continue?"
The old man in golden robe was silent for a long time, then let go of the halberd in his hand.
The halberd paused in the void for a moment, then fell to the ground with a dull crashing sound.
"I give up, old man."
His knees gave way and he knelt on the ground, pressing his palms to the ground.
"I am willing to lead hundreds of millions of monks to surrender to the Ruined Temple Divine Hall."
Hundreds of millions of monks looked at each other and then all knelt down.
"I'm waiting and willing to surrender."
The sounds merged into one stream in the void, causing the entire Origin Realm Core void to tremble violently.
Nezha stood in front of the wall of fire, Fire-Tipped Spear turned it around in his hand, and the Samadhi True Fire on the gun slowly went out.
"That's it?"
Zhao Gongming's yellow eyes with black pupils in the whites swept around the kneeling monks, and the corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc.
"You thought you were so powerful, but you're just so brave?"
Yang Jian held the short knife, Heavenly Eye's light slowly dimmed deep in the center of his eyebrows.
"Collect their Soul Imprint and drive them all out."
Tongtian's Immortal Slaying Sword turned around in the void, and the sword energy slowly dissipated around the wellhead.
"Kelān, collect their Soul Imprint."
The voice of Kelān came from Magic Formation.
"Received, executing."
In the void, countless rays of light surged out from Formation Ship and flew towards hundreds of millions of monks.
The light fell on each monk, pulled out a Runes from their body, and then flew back to Formation Ship.
Hundreds of millions of Runes are flying in the void, like a rain of light.
The old man in golden robe knelt on the ground, his eyes stopped at the mouth of the well, and his voice was more A Trace respectful.
"Thank you Temple Master for not killing me."
Nezha stood in front of the wall of fire, and his eyes stopped on him for a moment.
"Go away, don't be an eyesore here."
Hundreds of millions of monks stood up at the same time, turned around and flew into the distance, flying so fast that even the void was distorted.
In less than ten breaths, the void returned to calm.
Zhao Gongming's yellow eyes with black pupils in the whites paused for a moment in the distance, and the corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc.
"He runs pretty fast."
Yang Jian held the short knife, Heavenly Eye's light flashed deep between his eyebrows.
"There is still movement ahead, and it is very loud."
Nezha raised his eyebrows.
"Again?"
"Yes, and there are more people coming this time, at least a billion."
Tongtian's gaze stopped in front of him for a moment, and his voice became A Trace solemn.
"It seems like people from the entire Origin Realm Core area are here."