The gang leader of the Internet became famous and became a god through metaphysics variety show

"Haha, well said."

An awkward and hoarse voice sounded, and then with a creak, the door of the main room slowly opened from the inside.

A man wearing a huge black cloak with a hood that wrapped himself tightly walked out slowly, laughing softly.

"Here comes a head-down master who understands my work."

Everyone was immediately on guard, keeping a close eye on the instigator behind the scenes in case he suddenly launched an attack.

Wu Qing clenched his fists and stared at the head-turning master. His eyes were burning with the flames of hatred, almost burning holes in the human-shaped cloak. He squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "After all these years, I finally found you. , I can avenge my brother!"

"Your brother?" The hooded master tilted his hood, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds, he laughed, and said in a nonchalant Mandarin and weird tone, "I have too many works. If you can’t remember, why don’t you look for it yourself.”

He waved his cloak, and in an instant, more than a dozen pale child-sized skeletons burst out of the main room behind him, densely blocking in front of him, in an aggressive posture.

Everyone looked solemn. Each of these many skeleton gods was a child who had been victimized and a broken family.
But for the head-lowering master, this is just a work that makes him proud.

He was wrapped in a cloak and let out a low chuckle, his voice cold and vicious.

"Come on, just stay."

As soon as the words fell, the skeletons moved in response, waving their sharp white bone claws, laughing strangely, and rushed towards everyone like lightning.

Wu Qing muttered a spell in a low voice and performed the head-lowering technique, but as a Baijiang master, he was not good at fighting.

The eminent monk chanting Buddhist sutras can drive away evil spirits, but he cannot physically attack them.

Xu Chengzhou, on the other hand, has no ability to resist at all.

Hua Xia pulled off the soul-grabbing chain hanging around his neck and swung it around. The hard material could slightly restrict the physical movement of these non-ghost puppets, but it could not fundamentally attack them.

Zheng Beiqiu, who was good at fighting, took out a sword from nowhere and stepped on the sword. He could cut off the attacking skeletons, but he couldn't resist them all at the same time.

The other two men wearing dragon badges were okay.

The short-haired man should practice some kind of physical skills. After entering the fighting state, his skin will glow with a faint golden light, like an iron cloth shirt. His whole body is as hard as steel. He can fight hand-to-hand. With a lot of strength, he can crush a person with a few punches. Skeleton.

The more lively young man seemed to have practiced the art of lightening his body. His body was extremely agile and flexible, and he moved as fast as a shadow. Although he was unable to face the attack directly, he could dodge it with ease.

"Hiss!" Wei Donglai took a breath, took out a handful of exorcism charms from his bulging satchel and threw it out, which only caused the skeletons' movements to stop slightly for a few seconds.

He quickly ran behind Yan Zhao and said with a numb scalp: "The exorcism talisman doesn't work. There are so many skeleton monsters. Sister Zhao, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid, the golden thunder can defeat all evil." Yan Zhao looked as usual, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, he stepped forward to protect everyone behind him, and said quickly with Zheng Beiqiu: "You and I, use the thunder in the 36 Tiangang Technique, defeat the enemy with one move."

Zheng Beiqiu, who was wielding his sword, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this. He looked at her with a somewhat complicated look, moved his lips, and said numbly: "Heavenly Thunder Technique? I don't know how."

Yan Zhao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "You are from Xuanmen, and you said you are good at fighting. Why don't you know the thunder technique? Isn't this a basic technique?"

"???" Zheng Beiqiu was ridiculed, but he said confidently: "The 36 Tiangang spells have been lost for decades, how could I do it!"

Yan Zhao frowned. He didn't have time to study it carefully at this time. He turned back and looked at the attacking skeletons: "I will only do it once, you just watch."

Her hands fluttered and danced, and she quickly formed a set of complicated and strange hand seals. Then she drank mysterious formulas in her mouth, and each word was loud and clear.

"Tiangang penetrates the sun, gives nine-day early warning, masters the five thunders, slays evil and annihilates it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and a large group of dark clouds quickly gathered, casting a dark curtain over the sky.

The clouds were surging, as if there were turbulent waves, and several shimmering sky thunder suddenly struck down with the momentum of destroying the heaven and earth. The golden light flashed and the thunder penetrated the ears, like a miracle.The originally dense and terrifying skeletons looked so weak and vulnerable under the majestic golden thunder flashing with lightning, and they fell down.

And the head-dropping master behind them suffered a backlash from the evil spell, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

The hood fell down, revealing the face of a pale, old, bald man with a face like dead wood and a Southeast Asian appearance.

"..."

Until the golden thunder and black clouds dissipated, the scene was still silent, with only the sound of the head-lowering master coughing up blood and gasping for breath.

The people behind Yan Zhao witnessed all this with their own eyes. They saw that Yan Zhao could summon thunder with his bare hands. Standing between heaven and earth, in front of the majestic golden thunder, Yan Zhao, who was slender but like a god, was so shocked that he was speechless. .

Although he is a mortal, he can be called a god...

Zheng Beiqiu was stunned for a moment, looking at Yan Zhao closely, his eyes were burning, and he sincerely worshiped: "Master Yan, God Zhao, accept my worship!"

"Haha." The head-dropping master suffered a backlash and vomited out a mouthful of blood. He covered his chest and gasped like a broken candle. He looked at Yan Zhao with strange and complicated eyes and hoarsely said in awkward Chinese: "I didn't expect that you guys There will still be such a powerful mysterious master in China."

Yan Zhao looked at him indifferently, with a cold expression: "There are so many talented people in Xuanmen, so naturally we won't allow you to wait for evil people to make mistakes."

"Xuanmen? Haha, your Xuanmen has long been gone." His chest swelled, and he coughed violently several times. Blood flowed from the corners of his lips, but he smiled nonchalantly and said: "Feng Shui Master Dead, I was caught by you, but there are still many of us.”

"So what if you are powerful, your China has already been eroded by the forces of metaphysics from all over the world, Xuanmen, haha..."

Yan Zhao frowned deeply when he heard this, and had a bad guess in his heart.

As the former master of Xuanmen, she knew the profound heritage and power and prosperity of Xuanmen, but now that she woke up, everything was different from what she knew.

Heaven deceived her into going to another world to hide something. There is a legend about her in this world, but she cannot find any Xuanmen information on the Internet. Zheng Beiqiu, as a Xuanmen person, does not know basic magic and frankly said that it has been lost for many years, and even the evil way There are no more people who wantonly ridicule Xuanmen.

The once huge and prosperous Xuanmen seemed to have disappeared in the hundreds of years after she failed to overcome the tribulation. For some reason, it was annihilated in the torrent of time and disappeared into thin air.
She looked at Zheng Beiqiu and asked the question she had wanted to ask him before this program started: "Where is the Xuanmen? Now that they have done nothing, are they allowing these evil people to do evil? He said that the Xuanmen is gone, is it? What's the meaning?"

Zheng Beiqiu pursed his lips, looked gloomy, and whispered: "Xuanmen is only in name only and has declined long ago."

When Yan Zhao heard this answer, his brows furrowed deeper: "Decline? Xuanmen has been passed down for thousands of years, how could it decline? What happened?"

Zheng Beiqiu shook his head: "I don't know much about this either. I just remember hearing one or two words from my master when I was young. It seemed that there was an internal fight over something a hundred years ago."

Infighting……?
Yan Zhao was silent, lowering his eyes to think and digest the news, and stopped asking any more questions.

The others also fell silent.

Think about the unknown organizational forces behind him mentioned in the words of this head-dropping master, the current situation of the local area being eroded by the metaphysical forces of various countries, and the long-term decline of Xuanmen and Xuanshu.

Everyone felt the undercurrents and conspiracies hidden under the surface harmony, and there was an inexplicable sense of crisis in their hearts and the urgency of promoting metaphysics in the local area.

When there was silence, the two men in black casual clothes with dragon-shaped badges looked at each other and stood up.

"Leave this head-dropping master to us." The short-haired man pointed to the dragon-shaped badge on his chest and said solemnly: "Introduction, we are from the Bureau of Spiritual Affairs, an official organization established to deal with such metaphysical incidents."

"This master's name is Taishi. He is an important member of an evil organization that we have been fighting. He is vicious and has killed many children. He has been on the run for many years. We have been tracking him for a long time. This time, we have received the news. Come and arrest him.”

He looked at Yan Zhao. He had witnessed Yan Zhao's extraordinary power with his own eyes. He was deeply admired in his heart. His eyes flickered and he said in a deep voice: "As for the Xuanmen matters, Miss Yan, please come with us to a place. What do you want to know?" , we can tell you.”

Finally the main plot is written! ! ! ! ! ! !