The sword light penetrated the brain, and the disciples of White Lotus Palace were immediately stunned.
Straight beams of light shot straight into the sky, and Wu Tie squeezed out the disc-shaped secret treasure with a gloomy face, refining the soul crystal and blood essence.
The white lotuses between Bai Wen and Bai Wu's eyebrows rotated slowly. Unlike ordinary disciples, they did not disappear immediately. Their divine embryos were disintegrating, and they still had the last bit of strength left. Bai Wen stared directly at Wu Tie and laughed softly: "Sometimes, the brain is more useful than the fist... But sometimes, to be honest, we are very I envy those idiots who can only use their fists.”
Bai Wu snorted lowly: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just die!"
With a 'bang' sound, the white lotus between Bai Wu's eyebrows collapsed, completely annihilating his soul with one blow.
Bai Wen raised his head, looked at the sky, and then sighed quietly: "Where is the nonsense? To be honest, I really envy these silly monks in Honglian Temple... They only need to use their fists. How good is this?" "
"It's so tiring to be tempted." Bai Wen sighed: "If there is an afterlife, let me be the dead bald man of Honglian Temple!"
The white lotus exploded, and Bai Wen's spirit was completely shattered.
Qingfeng stood aside with a rather gloomy expression: "Good means, good means, tsk, Your Majesty... I feel like I have stepped into a cesspit... This, this, this..."
Shaking his head, Qingfeng murmured: "Next life? You don't have a next life... Among the many inheritances of White Lotus Palace, Qin, Chess, Book and Sword, the highest inheritance of sword veins is 'White Lotus Killing Immortal Sword Qi'... Every bit of innate soul has been completely shattered, you guys Where is the next life?"
Qingfeng shook his hands and looked at Fanlong and others bitterly: "Monks, you have to bear witness to Pindao. The deaths of these pretty boys have nothing to do with Pindao!"
Fanlong's face was extremely gloomy. He gritted his teeth and looked at the corpses of the beheaded Honglian Temple disciples. He suddenly laughed strangely: "Don't worry, don't worry, no matter who asks us, I will say, Buddha, that's right. You, Qingfeng Niubi, killed the disciples of the White Lotus Palace!"
Qingfeng's expression suddenly changed. He jumped on his feet and cursed angrily: "Monk, monks don't lie!"
Fanlong raised his head and shouted loudly: "They are all monks who are going to die. So what if I lied to you?"
Qingfeng was speechless, staring at Fanlong angrily, but could no longer say a word. Wu Tie stood aside and remained speechless. What Fanlong said was so reasonable that Wu Tie couldn't refute it.
That's right, Wu Tie's big ax is about to hit his neck. They are all monks who are about to die. Who cares about these rules and regulations
Good monk, good monk, indeed a good monk.
Wu Tie gritted his teeth and said coldly: "In this case, when the soldiers come, they will cover up the water and the earth... Qingfeng, don't forget that you are the national master of my Wu Kingdom... You and Qinglian Temple are inseparable."
Fan Kun, who was beaten all over by Wu Jin, laughed wildly at the side: "Qingfeng, are you the national master of the Wu Kingdom? Hahaha, your Qinglian Temple is also about to enter... Stop pretending to be a free and unconventional person. Are you an expert?"
The breeze was silent, a clear light surrounded him, and a blue lotus the size of a fist could be faintly seen growing above his head.
Wisps of strange fluctuations rippled out from this small green lotus, and spread to extremely distant places in an instant.
This is an extremely profound magical power, and soon there are extremely weak ripples coming back from the horizon. The breeze slowly nods, and the serious and gloomy face once again returns to its usual playful smile.
He smiled and said to Fanlong: "Yes, I was the one who killed Master Dao. What's wrong? I took the responsibility for the death of Bai Wen and Bai Wu, Master Dao. You damn bald man from Honglian Temple, whether you are a witness or a false accusation, , what can you do to me, Master Tao?"
With a strange laugh, Qingfeng nodded towards Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, the temple master said that Fanlong and Fankun should be killed directly. There are many dead bald men in Honglian Temple, and there is no shortage of these... Well, the temple master also The 'Great Magical Power of Demonic Relics' was bestowed with a magical way..."
Wu Tie looked at Qingfeng in shock.
Fanlong, Fankun and other Honglian Temple disciples roared with rage.
Soon, Wu Tie learned about the efficacy of this so-called magic forged relic magic power - just as Wu Tie threatened before, this is a magic method that uses magic methods to forcibly calcine relics from the bodies of accomplished Buddhist disciples. The cruel magic power.
Just like Brahma Dragon, he entered the Tao with more than two hundred great principles, and theoretically he has more than two hundred great relics condensed in his body.
But if you use this magical power to forge relics and burn Brahma Dragon with a fire... Theoretically, with Brahma Dragon's level of cultivation and strength, you can at least calcine more than two thousand Buddhist relics with infinite uses.
This is an evil method that specifically targets Buddhist disciples and suppresses their value to the extreme.
There were demons, demons and monsters in all four directions of the Sui Dynasty. The four major dynasties were enemies of the Sui Dynasty. The disciples of the three great national protector sects often reinforced the battlefields on all sides. Once the disciples of Honglian Temple fall into the hands of the enemy, they will all be calcined and refined alive by the enemy using this magical power to forge relics. They will suffer endless torture and pain before they finally lose their souls.
This great magical power is a taboo in Honglian Temple.
Anyone who dares to practice this magical power is like holding a piece of red cloth and waving it in front of a bull. The disciples of Honglian Temple will become possessed and fight against the person who practices this magical power.
In front of Fanlong and others, Qingfeng said that the master of Qinglian Temple had given this great magical power...
Angry, hysterical... and other words cannot describe the anger in Fanlong's heart.
If the contemporary master of Qinglian Temple were present at this moment, Fanlong would definitely bite off his tongue and spray blood on his face.
Just as he was thinking about the ferocity, a bell rang high in the sky, and a stream of light flew quickly from the eastern sky. At an incredible speed of hundreds of millions of miles at the fingertips, it flew near Wu Tie and others in a few breaths.
The speed of the stream of light was astonishingly fast, and it was about to fly over the heads of Wu Tie and others.
Fanlong, Fankun and others were overjoyed.
They chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and the energy and blood in each person's body boiled, turning into weak wolf smoke and shooting high into the sky.
Wu Tie had people block the magic power of Fanlong and others, but their own energy and blood circulation could not be completely blocked. If there is no circulation of Qi and blood and the blood is solidified, then the person is dead!
So all of a sudden, Fanlong and other three hundred monks all acted together. A stream of bloody smoke rushed up above their heads, and the stream of light suddenly stopped.
'Buzz', 'buzz', 'buzz', the loud chimes kept ringing.
High in the sky, the shadow of a giant bell thousands of miles high gradually emerged. Countless suns, moons, and stars were entwined with the light and shadow of the huge bell. Dragons and phoenixes danced and countless divine birds and beasts danced. There were also various changes in the sky, such as wind, rain, thunder, etc. tumbling out.
The auspicious light rolled over and over, instantly covering the void within a million miles radius.
A simple, majestic, majestic and solemn aura gradually spread from the shadow of the giant bell. The restrictions in Fanlong and others' bodies were instantly broken. They stood up on the colorful auspicious clouds one by one, grinning.
Qingfeng screamed: "Qianyuan Divine Bell, this is the Qianyuan Divine Bell, the sacred weapon of the Sui Dynasty!"