"boom!"

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Faning wielded the Demon-Suppressing Fist like a madman, crushing the stabilizing beads one by one, and then punched them down one after another.

He even took the Blood Burning Pill.

Xu Ming sank in little by little, sinking three meters straight. His eyes still remained slightly narrowed, with cold eyes and real resentment.

Blood seeped out from the corners of his eyes, then from his ears, corners of his mouth, and nostrils.

His face was sallow and he was dying.

His body-protecting aura is indeed deep and pure, but after being immobilized, it loses circulation and replenishment and becomes fragile.

It can block one big demon-suppressing fist, two, three, or even four or five, but it can't block eighty or ninety.

After the body-protecting Qi was broken, Xu Ming was beaten with one punch until he was almost breathless and about to die.

"Fa Ning, stop hitting him. If you hit him again, you will die!" Feng Yuanjun said hurriedly.

Faning stopped punching.

Although he had taken the Blood-Burning Pill and punched like a madman, his clear eyes and the Qingxin Pearl suppressed him, allowing him to escape the influence of the Blood-Burning Pill and prevent him from being impulsive and irritable.

"That's pretty much it. There's no need to kill Old Xu." Zhao Jingchuan sighed.

After all, the air outside is still unbreathable.

Faning stared at Xu Ming.

"If we really kill him, we Diaoyue Dao will never give up. Let's spare his life." Feng Yuanjun said warmly: "Fa Ning, you are not a murderous person."

"Hey!" Suddenly there was a strange laugh, and then a gray shadow flashed past. Lin Feiyang appeared and slapped Xu Ming's eyebrows with a palm.

"Pop!" Like a watermelon falling to the ground.

Lin Feiyang shook his hand in disgust, shook away the brains and blood, and disappeared without a trace.

Faning was startled.

Feng Yuanjun and Zhao Jingchuan were also stunned.

"Senior Nephew Faning!"

Amidst thunderous roars, four figures rushed into the cave, surrounded Faning, and stared at Feng Yuanjun and the others warily.

But it was four middle-aged monks, the same four people who helped Faning earlier.

Faning looked away from Xu Ming and saluted them together: "Uncle Yuan Xiao, Uncle Yuan Chen, Uncle Yuan Ling, and Uncle Yuan Feng."

"No need to be too polite." The middle-aged monk in charge hurriedly waved his hands after tithing: "What's going on with these guys?"

He then looked at Xu Ming, who was three meters deep into the stone wall: "Where's this?"

"This guy came here to save Mr. Feng and the others. I beat...beat him to death."

"Well done!" Yuan Xiao looked handsome and glared at Xu Ming coldly, and then glanced at the six old men: "You Diaoyue Dao really picked a good time! Adding insult to injury, you deserve to be killed!"

The four of them rescued Faning, but they found out that they had fallen into a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Fortunately, they returned in time. Although the six attacking masters were powerful, they could not hurt the remaining senior brothers.

Twelve formed a large formation, and the six invading masters attacked fiercely without giving up, but finally retreated.

They escaped and came and went freely, leaving Yuan Xiao and the others filled with depression and anger.

Seeing that Xu Ming was dead, I felt very happy.

Feng Yuanjun shook his head and sighed: "Diaoyue Dao will definitely take revenge. Alas... I don't know how many more people will die!"

"If you, Diaoyue Dao, are not afraid of death, then come!" Yuan Xiao sneered: "I really think that our King Kong Temple is afraid of you and regards kindness as weakness, how ridiculous!"

Feng Yuanjun and Zhao Jingchuan shook their heads, sighed and turned back to their stone rooms.

When they were gone, Yuan Xiao's expression softened and she patted Faning approvingly: "Master nephew, you've done a great job. If you dare to offend our Vajra Temple, you will be killed!"

Fanning tithes.

He smiled bitterly in his heart.

Senior Uncle Yuan Xiao, in the words of his senior brother, belongs to the hawk sect.

Senior brother once said in a casual chat that there are three factions of disciples of Vajra Temple: the hawk faction, the dove faction, and the centrist faction.

The one I met today was Senior Uncle Fang Xiao. If he had met any other Senior Uncle, he would probably be scolded for being too harsh.
Chapter completed!