Just now, when they saw Zhang Yifeng being imprisoned by Wanyan Xiarong using the power of space, they almost cried.
If Zhang Yifeng died, they would definitely die too.
Fortunately, Zhang Yifeng did not disappoint them, and managed to survive.
After hearing what Yan Xiarong said, Zhao Yuantong and Li Rulong looked at each other.
The two of them just looked at each other and understood each other’s thoughts.
«Old Li, let’s shoot towards Wanyan Xiarong!»
In the next moment, Zhao Yuantong’s flat and firm voice came.
Li Rulong nodded, and almost instantaneously, the two combined their efforts to stimulate a small magic circle in front of them.
This magic circle was the magic circle that spurred the psychic cannon. As the magic circle flickered, they took out the spirit stones that had been prepared and put ten of them into the center of the magic circle.
In an instant, the spirit stone turned into powder, and the majestic energy instantly poured into the psionic cannon, and a powerful wave of spiritual power radiated from the psionic cannon, spreading and spreading to the surroundings.
Near the high platform, the monks who were looking forward to it suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of heart palpitations, and their expressions changed.
Following the direction from the spirit power fluctuations, their gazes looked in the direction of Wang Tian Pavilion, where a group of dazzling white light flickered, seeming to be releasing a dangerous light.
When all the monks saw that scene, they all exclaimed.
«What the **** is that, why does Lao Tzu feel like being caught by death?»
«I’m grass, so you have this feeling, I thought it was only me, it’s really terrible, how many tricks Ping Luanhou has hidden.»
«I know what this is. I have seen this thing. It’s a psionic cannon!»
The knowledgeable monk recognized what was shining on Wangtian Pavilion.
Of course, more people have not heard of the psionic cannon. Someone asked suspiciously: «Psionic Cannon, what is this?»