high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 408

"This……"

Daoist Feixuan, who was about to close his eyes and wait to die, was shocked at first, but when he saw the figure in the hazy sky, he almost burst into tears.

The sudden ups and downs caused his chest to rise and fall violently, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the distance, the killers of the Wushengfu were silent one by one, their faces were as cold as pig iron, they moved horizontally and quickly, and quickly gathered in one place, their armor glowed black, and their pupils flickered with cold light.

"Yuan Yi and others have already been punished, retreat now, I will not kill you."

The ignorance of the whole body is dazzling and surging, standing in the hazy void, but giving everyone a sense of illusion and unreality.He raised his hand and stretched out a giant palm, and in an instant, he plucked off the incomplete majestic jade mountain.

"Let's go now."

Yushan made a teeth-piercing crackling sound between his palms and fingers, this powerful magic weapon disintegrated inch by inch, and with the last tremor, it was completely crushed into ashes by Wuming.

"The four vajras are already dead." Looking at the group of inanimate mansions in the sky below, Wuming said, "How many vajras do you have left now?"

Still unmoved.

After a brief silence, one of the cavalry composed of killers finally asked a question in a deep voice.

"Yuan Yi has cultivated into Yu steps, and with his step and step fighting realm, even if he loses, he will not die."

The man who made the sound was as tall as a copper tower, stronger than a human bear, but his voice was very flat: "How did you kill him?"

"The donor does not need to know."

"Really? So I was bothering you."

The man smiled and lowered his head, but the moment he turned around, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.

"kill!!!!"

Invariably.

All the killers jumped up almost at the same time, blurred afterimages escaped, and disappeared strangely in place.

The invisible killing intent spread rapidly, and in just a split second, there seemed to be countless bleak winds and mist, making people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

Amidst howling ghosts and howling gods, the killers of Wushengfu kept jumping and jumping in the void, their movements were strange and unpredictable, like dragons and snakes that were complicated and incomprehensible.

"Be careful!"

The change was only in an instant, and the happy expression on Taoist Feixuan's face was frozen before it dissipated.

And while he was angrily shouting a warning.

In the hazy void, ignorance also moved.

brush--

There were no earth-shattering loud voices, nor was there any great movement in the sky.It was just a soft bang, a bland bang.

A circle of small sound waves quietly spread out and merged into the air, just like the tiny ripples rolled up when the wind blows over the pond full of summer heat in the afternoon.

Even for a moment, it seems to be just an instant.

Taoist Feixuan stared blankly, then froze.

The ignorance in the original place didn't seem to move, he was still standing in the hazy void, motionless, but the wide monk's robe fell down gently and slowly, with a bloody color.

boom! ! !

In the next blink, the void burst violently!

Blood poured down randomly like splashing water, like a rain of blood suddenly fell from the sky, countless corpses fell down like a rolling gourd, and the wreckage scattered.

Taoist Feixuan had a look of horror on his face, and he retreated abruptly, avoiding a corpse that fell directly on his face.

That was the killer of Wusheng Palace who asked Wuming a question earlier. He was tall and burly like a bear, and the long spear in his hand scattered cold light, which was extremely eye-catching.

But now, he can no longer speak.

A fingerprint pierced through his forehead bone, from front to back, the Niwan Palace and even the primordial spirit living in it were all reduced to ashes.

The air was full of blood, and the ground was full of corpses, but in the blink of an eye, the Wushengfu killers who were attacking like dragons and snakes just now turned into stiff dead objects.

A great terror suddenly hit my heart, Taoist Feixuan suddenly raised his head among the corpses of the Wushengfu killers all over the place.Looking at the silent figure of the monk, he staggered back and forth involuntarily, his thoughts fluctuating violently.

On the side, Mr. Gongyang also opened his mouth slowly, his old face twitching.

Invariably.

The two looked at each other, each seeing what the other was thinking.

"One of the six spiritual transformations of Buddhism, Tathagata Chan..." Mr. Gongyang fell silent.

"It turned out to be supernatural!!!"

Taoist Feixuan's pupils locked instantly, and his breathing stopped.

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"Is this the magical power?"

"Good way to escape!"

"Sure enough, the words are true! Being able to move ten dharma realms is terrifying!"

There are many majestic and majestic mountains, which together form a sacred and pure land, where the clouds are steaming and the clouds are steaming.

On the top of a sacred mountain, in the magnificent golden ancient palace, dozens of old people are sitting upright. Their figures are hazy and bright, blooming in brilliance, like rounds of sun shining across the sky, unimaginably powerful and mysterious.

In the hall, the divine light flickered, the auspicious energy was transpiring, and strands of precious light bless the brilliance, making this place like a wonderful cave of heaven and man, clean and beautiful.

"Just now you saw the scene where he killed someone."

The discussion stopped for a while, and an old voice sounded in a low voice from the main seat of the hall:

"Almost instantly killed the group of little snakes in the Wusheng Mansion. Apart from magical powers, what other escape methods are there?"

"Guanghui is also considered to be motivated and wise, but he can't even trust his fellow disciples of the King Kong Temple, and he has kept it a secret for all these years."

An old man said with a smile. There were rounds of golden discs exuding from his head, and his whole body was full of golden light, like a majestic golden lion:

"We borrowed the small knife from the Wusheng Mansion to pierce Guanghui's intentions. Unintentionally, we discovered a true Buddha who has cultivated into supernatural powers! Sure enough, the destiny is still with our clan!"

"How would you like?"

"Brother, you also saw the scene where the Wuming monk just killed someone. The master of the law with supernatural powers must not let him grow up!"

The golden lion-like old man shook his head and wiped the air with his palm, the meaning was self-evident: "I propose to kill him with thunder! I will go to that no-man's land and take off the monk's head!"

Discussions broke out again in the hall, and in the commotion, the old voice from the main seat sounded again.

"If I do it myself, I'm afraid that the King Kong Temple will be furious afterwards. The loss outweighs the gain. Although my family and the Southern Zen Sect have been fighting secretly for many years, there is still a layer of skin on the surface."

"Brother said that these are trivial matters. If you ignore them and let the magic master grow up, our clan will have a lot of trouble."

An old man wearing a gorgeous phoenix crown and deep eyes was dissatisfied:

"Old Seventeen's proposal is good, you should personally end and kill him with thunder!"

"Not taking action is not letting it go. Don't forget, there are many enemies in the King Kong Temple, such as the Lantuo Temple, Qingshen Temple, Yuchenzong, Daluo Island, and in recent years, a new Nanhua Palace and a dry temple have been added. "

The voice on the main seat said lightly: "After all, my family and the Southern Zen Sect are in the same land, so we have some scruples, but they don't..."

"What do you mean, eldest brother?"

"Just now I have sent a message to these families. If they move, the little monk will definitely die, especially..."

The voice on the main seat suddenly laughed:

"The master of the Qingshen Temple is even more enthusiastic!"

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Thousands of miles away, Beiwei, Qingshen Temple.

A huge green vine towered into the sky, almost piercing the sky, spreading its branches and leaves to the nine heavens, and the whole body bloomed with soft green light.

At the same time, above the green vines, there were five green-skinned gourds emitting mist, hanging on the vines and swaying with the wind, clearing away the ancient sound of the avenue and heaven.

"Someone in King Kong Temple has cultivated Tathagata Zen and became a Dharma master with supernatural powers."

Under the green vines, a handsome gray-clothed Taoist smiled, and said to the respectful disciples around him:

"In your opinion, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)