The sword light penetrated the brain, and the disciples of the White Lotus Palace were suddenly filled with horror.

Straight columns of light rushed straight into the sky, and Wu Tie squeezed out the disc-shaped secret treasure with a gloomy face, refining the crystals of souls and bloodline essences.

Bai Wen and Bai Wu's white lotus slowly rotated. Unlike ordinary disciples, they did not disappear immediately. Their divine fetus was disintegrating, and they still had the last bit of strength. Bai Wen stared at Wu Tie and laughed in a low voice: "Sometimes, brains are more useful than fists... But sometimes, to be honest, we envy those idiots who only know how to use fists."

Bai Wu snorted in a low voice: "What are you talking about so much nonsense? Just die!"

With a "bang", the white lotus on Bai Wu's eyebrows collapsed, completely annihilated his soul with one blow.

Bai Wen raised his head, looked at the sky, and then sighed quietly, "What nonsense is there? To be honest, I really envy these stupid monks in Honglian Temple... They just need to move their fists. How good is this?"

"It's so tiring to move." Bai Wen sighed: "If there is a next life, let me be a bald man in Honglian Temple!"

The white lotus exploded, and Bai Wen's soul was completely destroyed.

Qingfeng stood aside, his face was quite gloomy: "Good means, good means, tsk, your majesty... I feel that this is stepping into the cesspool... This, this, this..."

Shaking his head, Qingfeng murmured: "Next life? You have no next life... Among the many inheritances of the White Lotus Palace's piano, chess, books and swords, the supreme inheritance of the sword vein, "White Lotus Zhu Xian Sword Qi"... A little innate Yuan Ling was completely broken, where do you have any next life?"

Qingfeng shook his hands and looked at Fanlong and others bitterly: "Monks, you have to prove me. The death of these little guys has nothing to do with me!"

Fanlong's face was so gloomy. He gritted his teeth and looked at the bodies of the disciples of the Honglian Temple who were killed. He suddenly laughed strangely: "Don't worry, don't worry, no matter who comes to ask us, I will say that it is your Qingfeng Niu who killed the disciples of the Bailian Palace by killing it!"

Qingfeng's face suddenly changed, and he jumped and scolded: "Monk, monks don't lie!"

Fanlong raised his head and shouted loudly: "All monks are dying, so why are I lie?"

Qingfeng was speechless and stared at Fanlong in anger, but could not say a word. Wu Tie stood aside and said nothing. Fanlong's words were so reasonable that Wu Tie could not argue.

That's right, Wu Tie's big axe was about to slash his neck, and he was all dying monks. Who cares about these rules and regulations?

A good monk, a good monk, is indeed a good monk.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth and said coldly: "In this way, soldiers come to block the water and soil... Qingfeng, don't forget that you are the national teacher of my country of Wu... You Qinglian Temple cannot escape the relationship."

Fan Kun, who was beaten by Wu Jin, laughed wildly: "Qingfeng, are you the national teacher of Wu Kingdom? Hahaha, you Qinglian Temple are going to enter the venue... You no longer pretend to be free and capable masters?"

The breeze was silent, and a clear light was lingering around him, and a blue lotus the size of a fist could be seen growing above his head.

Widths of strange waves rippled from this small green lotus and spread to an extremely distant place in an instant.

This is an extremely profound magical power. Soon there were extremely faint ripples in the sky. Qingfeng nodded slowly, and his serious and gloomy face once again responded to his usual hippie smile.

He smiled and said to Fanlong, "That's right, I killed Master Dao, what's wrong? Bai Wen, Bai Wu and the others' death, Master Dao, you bald guy from Honglian Temple, whether you testify or falsely accusate him, how can you do anything to me, Master Dao?"

With a strange laugh, Qingfeng nodded at Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, the master of the temple said that Fanlong, Fan Kun and the others were killed directly. There are many bald men in Honglian Temple, and there are not many of them... Well, the master of the temple also gave a magical path of the 'demonic forging relics'..."

Wu Tie looked at Qingfeng in shock.

Fanlong, Fan Kun and other disciples of Honglian Temple roared in anger.

Soon, Wu Tie realized that the so-called magical power of forging relics was as effective as Wu Tie had threatened before. This was a cruel magic skill that used magic sect methods to forcibly burn relics from the body of a successful Buddhist disciple.

Just like Fanlong, he entered the Tao with more than 200 great Tao laws, and in theory he condensed more than 200 great Tao relics in his body.

But if this magical magical power is used to forge the relics, a handful of fire will burn the Fanlong... Theoretically, with the cultivation level and strength of Fanlong, at least more than two thousand Buddhist relics with infinite magical uses can be burned out.

This is a demonic method that specifically targets the disciples of the Buddhist sect and suppresses their value to the extreme.

There are four major demons and ghosts in the Shui Dynasty, and the disciples of the three major national guardians often reinforce the battlefields on all sides. Once the disciples of Honglian Temple fall into the hands of the enemy, they will all be burned and refined by the enemy with this magical magical power of forging relics. After suffering endless torture and pain, they will eventually lose their souls.

This great power is a taboo in Honglian Temple.

Whoever dares to practice this magical power of the demon is like dancing in front of a bull with a red cloth. The disciples of Honglian Temple will be as if they are intoxicated and fight against those who practice this magical power of the demon.

Qingfeng said in front of Fan Long and the others that the master of Qinglian Temple had given this great power...

The words of anger, hysteria, etc. cannot describe the anger in Fanlong and the others' hearts.

If the contemporary master of Qinglian Temple is now present, Fanlong will definitely bite his tongue and spit out his blood on his face.

Just as he thought of the fierceness, a bell rang out from the sky, and a stream of light flew rapidly from the extreme east sky. At an incredible highway of billions of miles in the blink of an eye in a few breaths, he flew to Wu Tie and others.

The flowing light was astonishingly fast and was about to fly over Wu Tie and others' heads.

Fanlong, Fan Kun and others were delighted.

They chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and the blood in each person's body boiled and turned into faint wolf smoke and rushed straight to the sky.

Wu Tie sent someone to ban the magic power cultivation of Fan Long and others, but their own qi and blood circulation cannot be completely banned. If there is no qi and blood circulation and the blood circulation is solidified, it is a dead person!

So at this moment, Fan Long and three hundred monks Xu all used their power, and bloody smoke from above their heads rushed up, and the flowing light suddenly stopped.

‘Buzz’, ‘Buzz’, ‘Buzz’, ‘Buzz’, the loud bells kept ringing.

In the sky, a huge bell that is thousands of miles high appeared slowly. The huge bell was filled with countless sun, moon, stars and lights, dragons and phoenixes and phoenixes and countless divine birds and beasts, and various changes in the sky, like wind, rain, thunder and so on.

The auspicious light and auspicious aura rolled in, instantly covering the void of a million miles.

A simple, vast, majestic and solemn aura spread out from the phantom of the giant bell. The restrictions in Fanlong and others were instantly broken. They all grinned and stood up on the colorful auspicious clouds.
Chapter completed!