brother is right

Chapter 90 That's All Right
The golden light was not close to him, but as Song Yin stepped forward, a white flame ignited in his hand, and his figure quickly reached the old man's body. Burned away, the white flames kept attacking forward, igniting countless people in the hall who bowed their heads and muttering, and made them unable to maintain their figures and fell down.

"Break me!"

That Bai Yan didn't burn people to death, but following Song Yin's shout, those mana puppets softened and fell to the ground.

The old man let out a cry of pain, and the part connected to the law was directly disconnected, and he fell limply on the ground.

Faxiang could no longer maintain the expression of lowering his eyebrows and inspecting, his huge body flew away, and the four heads showed a look of fear.

"What have you done, what have you done to my devotees!"

No more, Pude found that his physical consciousness had returned to the Dharma form and could no longer be connected, and the mana of those mana puppets had also returned to the supernatural power.

No matter how he pushed it, he couldn't possess it. The mana that had been refined by his tenth reincarnation in the past seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't exert mana fluctuations on the devotees.

"It's just that the connection has been cut off. My Daohuo specializes in subduing demons and heretics."

Song Yin looked at the Faxiang in the sky, and said calmly: "In this case, you can only be trapped in this thing, and you will never be able to escape."

From Fayan's point of view, the golden thread of these people is the most connected, so his spiritual consciousness can be attached to it, but his Daohuo specializes in practicing these ghost ways, and he can't do this by separating them with flames.

The four heads of Faxiang roared, and the two arms without wrists cooperated with the remaining four hands, and hit Song Yin with a shining golden light.

Boom!
That voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, but Song Yin remained motionless, letting the six arms imprint on himself.

Immediately afterwards, white flames ignited all over his body, and he spun violently with his body. With just one kick, the white flames almost turned into a circle with the dance, and kicked off Faxiang's forearms like chopping melons and vegetables.

The broken arm was stained with white flames and fell to the ground, dissipating invisible after being burned.

Those four heads all showed pain in unison.

pain!
It hurts so much!
Poor places like Xumi Mai are full of small households who are not on the table, why is there such a thing!
Not to mention that the physical body can't resist, even supernatural powers are useless!

This is the supernatural power of his land god, not the kind of small supernatural power when refining qi, but it was still useless against a qi refining.

What is the indestructibility of the diamond and the invulnerability of all laws, he has never seen such an existence from the extreme west to the east!

The most important thing is that this white flame is more powerful than his Pure World Blossoming Lotus Fire. Once the flame burns, he feels like he is in a furnace. If he burns it for a while, his entire Dharma appearance will be melted away!
But escape.
When they were in the main hall before, Pu Defa separated, but this guy's speed is also very fast. I don't know what the yellow wind is. how much difference.

Faxiang's body flew up high, and at first he was a little far away from Song Yin, and the eyes of the four heads were on Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng who were burned by the golden flames.

These two are very weak, and they are still the juniors of this weird person. If they attack them, they may be able to escape.

The evil way is powerful, you have to avoid it!
Thinking of this, he was even a little sad. He, a land god, was reduced to the point of running away when he encountered a mere Qi refining state.
Bang!
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and saw that Song Yin was already flying up on the wind, with a white flame in his hand, grabbing his huge ankle, and deeply embedded his five fingers in it.

laugh!
Song Yin tore forward violently, and a large piece of the calf of the Faxiang sitting on the lotus platform was torn off.

"You can't escape!"

Song Yin yelled loudly, and after tearing off the leg, a ball of white flames burst out from his hand, burning on the leg.

"Look at my lotus platform!"

Pu De gritted his teeth, and the lotus platform fell off automatically when he sat down, and smashed towards Song Yin with his two burned calves. .

He discovered just now that once the white flame burns, his dharma form can't be restored by itself, and now those devotees are also blocked by the white flame, and they can't even let him absorb the practice, and they can't restore it.

Legs, he doesn't want them either!
No magic weapon anymore!

boom!
Song Yin kicked the lotus platform down with one foot, without even looking, he chased after him, his fist blasted out white flames like pillars, even if Pude flashed fast, half of his arm was also burned by the white flames.

Immediately afterwards, his three arms also fell off.

No more hands!
The Dharma image of Pu De flew in the air at a high speed, while staying away from the freak, while looking at the two people who were burned by the golden flame.

It's just that although they showed pain on their faces, they still had no intention of repenting, which made the golden flame not burn clean and could not be devout.

boom!
Song Yinfei jumped up, this time tore off the other three hands of the dharma figure, turning it into a human pig with only a head and flying around in the air.

then
boom!
Bai Yan flew out and directly burned the head in the Dharma image with joy.

The remaining three heads opened their mouths wide, and together with the golden wheel at the back of their heads, real golden light erupted from them, hitting Song Yin's body directly.

It's just that the golden light still couldn't get close to Song Yin's body, but because of the short-term casting of the spell, Song Yin got closer.

"Look at my golden wheel!"

This anxious look caused the golden wheel to fly away from the back of his head, hitting Song Yin's forehead directly.

when!
With a crisp sound, the golden wheel smashed on Song Yin's forehead and obviously sparked. The force caused Song Yin's head to tilt, but there was nothing else. Instead, the golden wheel was shot open and smashed directly. on the ground.

This time, Song Yin had come to his head, his legs and feet were like whips, and he blasted a head full of anger with white flames.

Dharma Prime Minister Pu De continued to fly away, trying to escape from Song Yin in the air, and kept dodging the white flames blasted by Song Yin from time to time.

In the sky, one gold and one white reflect each other. Although the white light is small, it is extremely ferocious and emits a white flame from time to time.

Although the golden light is big, it flies around without any rules, like a big headless fly
boom!
After all, there was still one ray of white flames that kept shooting out that Pude couldn't hide from. The head that was always happy was also blown away by the white flames, and dissipated directly from the neck.

"Okay, okay!"

At this moment, the unique sad head couldn't bear it anymore, and roared at Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng.

"Pain Pain!"

Wang Qi was rolling on the ground being burned by the golden flames, when he heard the sound, he raised his head subconsciously, opened his mouth slightly, and let out a tone, "Ah?"

What good?
How can this horrible thing still have time to talk to them?

"Why haven't you been refined yet!" Pudd continued to roar.

They have been burning here for a long time, why is it just pain, instead of feeling remorse, they are directly refined.

If he is not refined, how can he possess himself? !
Zhang Feixuan was jumping there like a monkey at this time, enduring the pain while trying to extinguish the flames.

But when he heard Pude's words, his body suddenly paused, "Refining? Isn't your fire just to torture us?"

Hearing this, the mournful head squeezed out a bit of anger unexpectedly.

Two little qi refiners, are they worth his torment? !
Among the exaggerated golden flames, Zhang Feixuan felt his body carefully, stretched out his hand to touch his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Could it be that he burns the soul?"

"Ok?"

Wang Qizheng also noticed something, got up from the ground, moved his hands and feet, completely ignoring the burning golden flames on his body, "Really, there is no damage to the flesh. Hiss, it still hurts!"

Then, the two said in unison: "That's all right!"

They thought that the fire was for burning them, but after burning for a long time, they didn't see that their flesh was damaged too much. After a long time, it didn't burn the flesh.

Such flames are painful, but they are not unexperienced.

Enduring the pain, Zhang Feixuan picked up the folding fan on the ground, fanned it towards himself gracefully, and showed his white teeth with a smile: "The mere burning of the soul is also worthy of refining, which is far worse than that of the senior brother!"

Wang Qizheng showed even more disdain, and raised his head arrogantly: "I will never invade!"

Burning the soul is no big deal.

They are tortured every day by the big brother, and they are so burned that even the dead grandmother can play with them.

This kind of pain is far worse than the refinement of the senior brother!
They can take it all!

boom!
Song Yin landed directly on Fa Xiang's neck this time, with white flames in his fist, blowing away the last head.

At the same time, he pressed his other hand on his neck, and a large amount of white flames aroused from his body, swept towards the huge Dharma figure's body, and instantly enveloped it.

The moment the white flame wrapped it, Faxiang's body fell directly, and its shadow almost covered half of the backyard. However, before the Faxiang completely fell to the ground, it disappeared as a whole, scattered into white flames, and exploded like fireworks.

In the midst of the white flames, Song Yin's figure fell, his footsteps on the ground, he waved his big sleeves, and the white flames fell on the ground like rain, making people look like real immortals.

"Evil heretics, death is not a pity."

Song Yin snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)