God Ring Howl

A burst of high-pitched hahaha laughter resounded through the sky.

What followed was a burst of curses, angry curses.

"You youngsters are all wolf-hearted, dog-robbing practitioners,"

"You, Hui Chan, practiced Buddhism in vain. The more you cultivate, the more you will do anything wrong. You, Hui Lv, let you practice Buddhism, which simply defiles Buddhism. The more you cultivate, the more ruthless you become,"

"Hmph, you don't distinguish between black and white, you only follow the wind and watch the situation,"

"You are just a group of dog slaves who bully you with clever words and flirtatiousness,"

"It's just a group of dog legs who follow the trend and bully others,"

The expressions of Hui Chan and Hui Lu both changed.

Huichan was furious, and ordered Jingxu: "Jingxu, hit me hard,"

After a short pause, his tone became more fierce: "I want to see how hard this wicked person who stole the sect's esoteric law will be so hard-spoken."

Hui Lv was also screaming in shock and anger, her facial muscles were severely distorted and deformed.

He stood up from his seat, saliva spattered and ordered Jingkong,.

"Jingkong, you beat me hard. It seems that if you don't teach him a lesson, any disciple of the Buddhist sect can be disrespectful, arrogant, and do whatever he wants with his elders. Beat me hard and kill him." Hit, hit, hit, hit,"

Jingkong and Jingxu all bowed to accept the order.

They both raised the barbed whips in their hands almost at the same time, and whipped them fiercely at Yunkong.

The sound of crackling and whipping sounded like urgent and dense raindrops, echoing eagerly in the Buddha Sect Hall.

Not only did the whip fall on Yunkong, but it also fell on the hearts of all the Buddhist disciples standing solemnly in the hall.

Every time the whip went down, Yunkong's whole body would twitch, and a muffled drum-like hum came from his chest.

It was the painful hum that he forced to suppress the wailing.

But for Jingkong and Jingxu, this painful humming is the most beautiful music in the world.

Both of them showed satisfaction and relief on their faces, just like opium addicts.

There were also quite a few disciples of the Buddhist sect, with the sound of slapping and Yunkong's muffled hum, the muscles on their faces trembled imperceptibly.

As if he could no longer bear the pain of the barbed whip falling on his body, Yunkong roared.

He suddenly raised his head to face Jingkong, and Jingxu opened his mouth and sprayed out two balls.

In the moment of lightning and flint, the moment when Baiju is too late.

Chong Yuankong sprayed off two balls one after another.

Yun Kong's face was immediately dripping with blood, and his eyes were ignited with raging anger.

He rushed to Jingkong and Jingxu and tried his best to shout hoarsely: "Boom, boom, boom!"

With the sudden attack of Yunkong's last trump card, Jingxu and Jingkong, who had been cultivated in the early stage of transformation, had a slow nerve reaction when the two balls burst suddenly. Caught off guard, Jingkong lost his legs and Jingxu's chest There was a big hole in the explosion, and half of his head was cut off by the energy generated by the explosion. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly and escaped from the Nascent Soul.

The disciples of the Buddhist sect who were closest to the place where the ball exploded in the main hall were also passively affected by the wild and domineering shock wave.

They all suffered more or less skin wounds, and many of them had their clothes in tatters.

More than [-] disciples retreated back in a circle at the same time.

Jingxu's half-inch-tall Nascent Soul shoots to Huichan's left shoulder like a bereaved dog.

He glared at Yunkong in horror, and screamed hysterically: "Master, this disciple's body was destroyed by him. Master wants to avenge this disciple. You must kill him, kill this traitorous thing. "

Hui Chan pointed at the sky, and his eyes were full of fierceness: "Since you want to seek death, then I will fulfill you,"

With a flick of his hands, a ball of white light shot straight towards the sky with a piercing scream.

On the other side, there was a loud sound of the treasure exploding itself.

Shocked and angry, Yuan Kong rushed out of the permeating blue smoke in a panic.

His left hand has been injured by the unexpected self-explosion of Yunkong's treasure.

"You go to Huangquan to find your dead ghost master Huitong,"

The moment the murderous growl came out, the fourth-level golden Buddha Yuankong flicked his right hand violently.

But he saw a sharp silver spear turning into a dazzling white light and shooting straight towards the sky.

Seeing that Hui Chan and Yuan Kong's unavoidable and unstoppable violent attacks came almost at the same time.

Yunkong gave up the idea of ​​escaping from Yuanying with a miserable smile.

There was madness in his eyes, and there was even a sense of boldness that rose exponentially in an instant.

"Death, Yunkong is not afraid, even if he dies, he must be vigorous, Junior Brother Sikong, let me take a step first,"

Laughing wildly, Yunkong's whole body seemed to be on fire. He wanted to exchange his self-destructed body and Nascent Soul for the energy eight times his own cultivation level, so as to create even the slightest hope for the escape of his junior brother, Sikong Nascent Soul.

Even though he knew how slim this hope was, it was better than nothing.

Furthermore, no matter how you say he is a senior brother, what's more, the joint attack of Hui Chan and Yuan Kong, the two masters of Buddhism, has come.

Regardless of emotion or reason, he can only do this, he has no choice.

As for Sikong, who was lying on the ground, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes burst out with monstrous anger.

He scanned the people in the hall with burning eyes, his Adam's apple rolled on his neck, and his face was blurred with blood and flesh.

Whenever seeing Sikong's devouring gaze, this Buddhist disciple who can no longer be called a face, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, his whole body trembled, and then he took a few steps back.

They were all convinced that these two lunatics set themselves on fire and blew up their Nascent Soul regardless of the consequences, in a desperate fight.

None of them is a fool, none of them want to be harmed by Sikong and Yunkong.

At the last moment of his life, Sikong finally revealed his secret kung fu that had never been revealed before.

There was a rumbling sound from his navel, and he shouted sharply: "A man's head can be broken, his blood can flow, and his will can't be erased. Senior brother, I'm an imposing boy, with the wind and the moon, standing up to the sky. I'll come after you, Amitabha, master, you wait!" With disciples, "

Yuankong's demon-slaying spear rushed straight to Yunkong with a violent aura of destroying heaven and earth and destroying mountains and mountains.

A stern look flashed on Hui Chan's face, and the Burning God Handkerchief was thrown out, with terrifying and strange black fire bouncing on it.

A ferocious wind was wrapped in the black fire, and it swept towards Sikong like a ghost.

Whether it is Hui Chan, Hui Lu, Yuan Kong, or many Buddhist disciples in the hall, they can all imagine such a result.

Yunkong and Sikong, the two evil disciples of the Buddhist sect who deceived their masters and exterminated their ancestors, will be destroyed in an instant.

Even if he blew himself up, it would be of no use under the joint attack of the two masters of the Buddhist sect.

The Black Flame and the Demon Spear approached suddenly.

The earth-shattering coercion shook the hall so that it creaked and shook.

But at this time, there was a sudden change. A giant photochemical hand that looked ordinary appeared strangely behind Yun Kong.

With just such a light grasp of Guanghuaxu's hand, and a soft movement to the side, the burning fire on Yunkong's body was extinguished.

Yunkong was gently led aside by the photochemical giant hand, and he was safe and sound.

Immediately afterwards, a golden glow flashed a few times quickly.

All the scars on Yunkong's body disappeared.

The fairy-tying rope was shattered inch by inch in a faint red glow.

It was the Golden Buddha Fruit and the Chixia Excalibur that were sacrificed by Zhao Xiang all at once and showed their supernatural power.

Almost at the same time, the virtual giant hand seemed to teleport to the top of Sikong's head.

Within one-thousandth of a breath, the frantically burning flames on Sikong's head were easily extinguished.

The golden light and the crimson light shone like lightning, and Sikong's physical body miraculously and swiftly returned to its original state. Like Yunkong, they both put on a blue long gown in a surprising way.