Wuhua's head was pierced by Ye Qiu's sword energy, leaving a bloody hole on the back of his head.
Immediately, Wuhua's laughter stopped abruptly, and the ferocity and pride on his face solidified into unbelievable shock.
He slowly turned his head, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.
"Ye Changsheng! How... is this possible?" Wuhua's voice trembled, full of confusion and fear.
Because at this moment, he was still holding a Ye Qiu in his hand.
"What! How did the boss do it?" At the foot of the mountain, Feng Wuhen and Feng Xiaoxiao were stunned.
Master Longmei smiled faintly and said in a pretentious manner: "What's this! If you follow the little bastard from now on, you will only be surprised by more things."
On the mountain, Ye Qiu sneered: "Wuhua, do you think I will be captured by you so easily?"
"Then what did I capture? Your... Dao body?" Wuhua finally understood.
As expected.
Just as he finished speaking, "Ye Qiu" in his hand instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
What a Taoist body!
He screamed wildly: "Ahhhh!"
It turned out that when Ye Qiu was about to use the magic whip to deal with Wu Hua, he suddenly saw the excitement in Wu Hua's eyes and instantly understood that Wu Hua was acting with him.
So Ye Qiu resorted to a trick, pretending not to know anything, and then quietly used Yi Qi to Transform Three Purities.
Therefore, Ye Qiu captured by Wu Hua is just a Taoist body, while the real Ye Qiu has long been hidden in the dark, waiting for the opportunity.
Wu Hua never expected that not only would her happiness be in vain, but she would eventually be pierced through the head by Ye Qiu's sword energy.
"Ye Changsheng...you...how dare you deceive me like this!"
"You are mean!"
"You are shameless!"
Wuhua's voice was full of unwillingness and anger.
Ye Qiu sneered: "Cheating? Haven't you heard that a soldier never tires of deceit?"
"Wuhua, you calculated everything, but you missed it. I have seen your intention a long time ago."
"You are too young to play tricks on me."
Wuhua was like a tiger struggling to its death, roaring at Ye Qiu: "Ye Changsheng, you will not die well."
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "Wuhua, look at you, how can you still have the aura of a Buddhist in your body?"
"You know, you are like a mad dog right now. What else can you do besides barking in vain?"
"Don't you Buddhists emphasize reincarnation? Does this count as sending you into reincarnation?"
"You don't need to thank me. I like to do good deeds the most."
"Don't worry, don't worry about your master. I believe it won't be long before I send your master down to meet you..."
"No, it's not just your master, it should be all of you in the Great Leiyin Temple!"
Ye Qiu had a strong murderous intention in his eyes and said: "I will definitely save all of you in the Great Leiyin Temple. By then, you can all be reunited in the underworld."
Wuhua's eyes widened, full of unwillingness and resentment, and he roared: "Ye Changsheng, even if I were a ghost, I would never let you go."
"Then you go to hell!" Ye Qiu suddenly punched Wu Hua on the head.
With a "bang", Wuhua's head exploded, blood mixed with the brain and splattered everywhere.
Wuhua's headless body fell to the ground with a bang.
Ye Qiu looked at Wuhua's body and sneered: "Monks, if you don't stay in the temple to face the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and recite sutras devoutly, but then go to the mortal world to fight and kill, you will not go to hell.
Who goes to hell?"
After saying that, Ye Qiu whispered again: "What should I do with this corpse?"
"How about I send someone to take his body to Daleiyin Temple after he gets out?"
"If that's the case, then I have to put this body in the space ring... No, no, it's a pity that the space ring is dirty!"
"Forget it, good people will do it to the end and send Buddha to the West."
When Ye Qiu said this, he raised his right hand, and a strange fire suddenly appeared in his palm.
"Wuhua, you are a Buddhist disciple of Daleiyin Temple. You are familiar with Buddhist classics and have superb Buddhist teachings. You are also a disciple of the Holy Monk of Lingshan Mountain. You have mastered many Buddhist magical powers and have high cultivation level. It stands to reason that although you have not attained enlightenment, you can still
You can be called an eminent monk!"
"I heard that after the Buddhist monks passed away, they could burn relics."
"I don't know if you can burn the relics?"
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the strange fire fell on Wu Hua's body and burned violently.
"No need to thank me, this is called one-stop service. Goodbye!"
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he turned and left.
However, the moment he turned around, a strange and powerful wave suddenly came from behind.
Ye Qiu was startled, and his body reacted almost instantly, moving away like a ghost.
"boom!"
A huge explosion occurred where Ye Qiu was just now.
He quickly looked up and was shocked to find that Wuhua's body was not burned to ashes by the strange fire, and even Wuhua's clothes were not burned by the strange fire.
Later, Ye Qiu saw that the body's Dantian was bulging like a rubber ball.
Immediately afterwards, a golden light shone and rushed out from the Dantian.
It was a little man as big as a fist, who looked exactly like Wuhua.
"Yuan Shen!"
Ye Qiu was greatly surprised.
Because when he used his sword energy to pierce Wuhua's head before, he clearly felt that his sword energy penetrated Wuhua's soul.
But now, another soul has appeared, indicating that this is Wuhua's second soul.
However, according to Ye Qiu's knowledge, no matter how many souls a monk has cultivated, they usually keep them in their heads. This was the first time he saw someone like Wu Hua who kept his souls in his dantian.
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"Interesting!" Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes.
"Ye Changsheng, do you think you can kill me like this? You're so naive!" Wuhua's Yuanshen sneered, his voice full of resentment and unwillingness.
He turned into a golden stream of light and rushed towards Ye Qiu at an unimaginable speed.
This soul condenses Wuhua's lifelong cultivation and will. Although it is not as powerful as the real body, it still cannot be underestimated.
After all, Wuhua is the pinnacle of the Saint King!
Ye Qiu frowned slightly, obviously he didn't expect Wu Hua to have such a skill, but he quickly regained his composure, with a look of disdain on his lips: "Humph, even a mere soul wants to compete with me?"
His hands quickly formed seals, and complicated runes surrounded him, forming an indestructible protective shield.
At the same time, Ye Qiu seized the opportunity and pointed out.
"call out!"
The roar of the sword shook the sky.
A sword energy containing the power of destruction cut through the void, like an aurora, and went straight to Wuhua's soul.
Wuhua's soul was extremely flexible, dodging left and right, and at the same time seizing the opportunity to counterattack.
