It was obvious that the assassins from the Dark Blood Hall had already gained the advantage, but in a blink of an eye, they were slapped to the ground.

In the desert, a huge palm print suddenly appeared, deeply engraved on the ground.

Although there is a desert around, the gravel near the palm prints has become completely charred, vaguely exuding a strong smell of burnt.

This is because the mana is too strong and emits it, burning all the nearby rocks into charcoal.

Under that palm print.

A group of Dark Blood Hall assassins who were showing off their power just now all collapsed on the ground at this time. Many people were already covered in blood and blood. Even if they put black armor under the black clothes, it would be useless. All the people and armor were bombarded and broken.

There was a pungent smell of blood everywhere.

When Bai Suqing saw this scene, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

She was almost desperate before and planned to die. But she didn't expect that she could be saved in a critical moment.

On the edge of the palm print, there are a group of female disciples from Tianfeng Taoist Temple.

These female disciples only know that they meditate in Taoist temples and never go out to cause trouble. Perhaps even they themselves did not expect that they would die in such a wilderness.

Looking at the corpses, a trace of sadness appeared in Bai Suqing's heart for no reason.

In the eyes of mortals, monks are high above, can fly and hide in the sky and do everything.

But which one of the people who truly enter the heavenly realm lives easier?

Hate and murder are everywhere in this world.

Those who clearly were alive yesterday became dead bones all over the ground in a blink of an eye.

Bai Suqing still remembers that the faces of these female disciples during their lifetime, and some of them were naive to think that simple cultivation could allow them to achieve the path of immortality.

Everything no longer exists, just like the clouds and smoke of the past.

"Ahem!!"

At this moment, a violent cough suddenly came from the deep pit of the palm print.

Jiang Cheng crawled out of a piece of corpse with difficulty, and a wisp of blood was already flowing down his forehead.

His eyes were red, and he looked at the monk who was high above in the distance, and said, "This is the Golden Light Bodhi handprint of Buddhism! Who is the master of the Golden Light Temple?"

Crazy-

While speaking, Jiang Cheng's black clothes fell down, revealing the bronze armor inside.

This layer of armor looks very thin, but on the surface, it emits black rune light, which looks quite extraordinary.

It is precisely because of this armor that he was able to barely die under this palm.

But that's all.

That palm not only slapped Jiang Cheng's pride, but also slapped the magic power in his body.

Although Jiang Cheng can still stand, his legs are trembling constantly, as if he may fall to the ground at any time.

The monk snorted coldly and suddenly shouted: "Evil Demon heretics, is the Buddha going to tell you the name?"

After saying that, the monk did not talk nonsense with Jiang Cheng, but another golden handprint fell down!

This time, there was no luck.

Before Jiang Cheng could escape, he was hit hard on the ground with a handprint, sinking for a total of 40 or 50 meters!

The monk's cultivation level had reached an unfathomable level. With a palm, even Jiang Cheng was the deputy master of the Dark Blood Hall and a powerful man of Xuanxian level, he had no room for fighting back.
Chapter completed!