Sword Condensation, Slaying the Out of Body Nascent Soul of the Immortal Spirit World (2)

The Mystic Sun Guards were human too. Even if their combat strength was strong and their will was firm, they would still be pessimistic and desperate in the face of endless enemies.

It was not impossible for a Confucian Grandmaster to leave this place alone.

However, it would be impossible to take all the Mystic Sun Guards away with him.

"The mountains and rivers are broken, and the iron clothes are stained with rust." The Imperial Censor shook his head with a determined look on his face. He turned the ink brush in his hand, and two lines of poetry appeared.

Using literary qi, he activated the Great Spirit and fused it with the People's Will, turning it into a mottled iron armor.

The armor looked rusty, but it was also stained with a strange blood color.

The armor flashed and landed on every Mystic Sun Guard below.

Immediately, a golden light appeared on their bodies.