Taoist Fei Xuan, who had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for death, was horrified at first. When he saw the figure clearly in the hazy void, he almost shed tears.
The sudden ups and downs made his chest heave violently, and he could not calm down for a long time.
The Wusheng Mansion killers in the distance were all silent, with faces as cold and hard as cast iron. They moved horizontally and vertically, and quickly gathered in one place, their armors glowing with black light, and their pupils flashed with cold light.
"Yuan Yi and others have already been executed. Now retreat, I won't kill you."
The pure light of Wu Ming's whole body was dazzling, standing in the hazy void, but giving everyone an illusion and unreality. He raised his hand and stretched out a giant palm, and in an instant, the incomplete majestic jade mountain suddenly disappeared.
Pick off.
"Let's go now."
The jade mountain made a heartbreaking clicking sound between the palms of the hands. This powerful weapon disintegrated inch by inch. With the last huge tremor, it was completely crushed into ashes by ignorance.
"The four Vajras are dead." Looking at the group of Wusheng Mansion in the sky, which were as dense as iron, Wu Ming said, "How many Vajras do you have left now?"
Still unmoved.
After a brief silence, one of the cavalry composed of killers finally asked in a deep voice.
"Yuan Yi has cultivated Yu Bu. With his Bu Gang step fighting, even if he is defeated, he will not die."
This man was as tall as a copper tower and stronger than a human bear, but his voice was very plain: "How did you kill him?"
"The donor does not need to know."
"Really? It turns out I'm bothering you."
The man smiled and lowered his head, but at the moment he turned around, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes.
"kill!!!!"
By chance.
All the killers jumped up almost at the same time, blurry afterimages escaped, and mysteriously disappeared in place.
The invisible murderous thoughts spread rapidly, and in just a moment, there seemed to be countless winds and mist, which made people feel chilly in their hearts.
Amid the wails of ghosts and gods, the killers of Wusheng Mansion kept jumping in the void, their movements were strange and unpredictable, like complicated and incomprehensible dragons and snakes.
"Be careful!"
The change happened only in an instant, and the joy on Taoist Fei Xuan's face had solidified before it dissipated.
And while he was shouting angrily and warning.
In the hazy void, ignorance also began to stir.
brush--
There was no loud sound that shook the earth, nor was there any big movement that shone brightly in the sky. It was just a light sound, an ordinary light sound.
A circle of small sound waves quietly spread out and merged into the air, just like the tiny ripples caused by the wind blowing through a pond full of summer heat in the afternoon.
For a moment, it seemed like just an instant.
Taoist Fei Xuan's eyes widened in confusion, and then he was stunned.
Wu Ming didn't seem to move where he was. He was still standing in the hazy void, motionless, but the broad monk's robe fell gently and slowly, with a sad and bright blood color.
boom!!!
In the next blink of an eye, the void exploded violently!
Blood poured down randomly like water, like a rain of blood suddenly falling from the sky. Countless corpses fell quickly like rolling gourds, and the wreckage was scattered in all directions.
A look of horror appeared on Taoist Fei Xuan's face. He shrank back violently, avoiding a fallen corpse that hit his face.
That was the killer of Wu Sheng Mansion who asked Wu Ming questions earlier. He was tall and burly like a human bear. The cold light from the long sword in his hand spread everywhere, making him extremely eye-catching.
But now, he can no longer speak.
A fingerprint pierced through his forehead bone, from front to back, reducing Niwan Palace and even the souls living in it to ashes.
The sky was full of blood, and the ground was full of corpses. But in the blink of an eye, the Wushengfu killers who had been attacking as fiercely as a dragon and a snake rising from the ground, all turned into stiff dead objects.
A great feeling of terror suddenly struck his heart. Among the corpses of Wushengfu killers everywhere, Taoist Feixuan raised his head suddenly. He looked at the silent figure of the monk and staggered back involuntarily, his thoughts fluctuating violently.
On the side, Mr. Gongyang also slowly opened his mouth, his old face twitching.
Unintentionally.
The two looked at each other, and each could see what the other was thinking.
"One of the six divine transformations of Buddhism, Tathagata Zen..." Mr. Gongyang fell silent.
"It turns out to be a divine foot power!!!"
Taoist Fei Xuan's pupils instantly locked and his breathing stopped.
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"Is this the divine foot power?"
"What an escape!"
"Sure enough, my words are true! Being able to move the ten dharma realms is truly terrifying!"
There are many towering sacred mountains, clustered together to form a sacred pure land, with steaming clouds and clouds.
On the top of a sacred mountain, in a magnificent golden ancient hall, dozens of old people are sitting in a group. Their shadows are dim and bright, blooming with brilliance, like a round in the sky, so powerful that it is unimaginable and mysterious.
In the hall, the divine light is flashing, the auspicious energy is steaming, and wisps of precious light are blessing and shining brightly, making this place like a wonderful paradise cave, pure and beautiful.
"You also saw the scene where he killed someone just now."
The discussion stopped for a moment, and an old voice whispered from the hall leader's seat:
"The group of little snakes in Wusheng Mansion were almost instantly killed. Apart from the divine foot power, what other way can they escape?"
"Guang Hui is also considered to be intelligent and wise. Even the fellow disciples of Vajra Temple cannot trust him. He has kept it a secret for all these years."
An old man spoke with a smile. There were rounds of golden disks emanating from his head, and the golden light was like a majestic golden lion:
"We borrowed Wu Sheng Mansion's knife to pierce Guang Hui's scheming mind. Unintentionally, we discovered a true Buddhist disciple who had cultivated the power of divine feet! Sure enough, the destiny of our clan is still with us!"
"How are you?"
"Brother, you also saw the scene where Wu Ming monk killed someone just now. The Dharma Master with magical powers will never let him grow up!"
The golden lion-like old man shook his head and touched the air with his palm. The meaning was self-evident: "I propose that we kill him with thunder! I will personally go to that no-man's land and pick off the monk's head!"
Discussions started again in the hall, and among the commotion, the old voice from the main seat sounded again.
"If I take action personally, I'm afraid that I will make Kongo Temple angry afterwards, and the gains will outweigh the losses. Although our clan and the Nanchan Sect have been secretly fighting for many years, on the surface, there is still a common ground after all."
"Brother said that these are all trivial matters. If we don't care about it and let the magical master grow up, our clan will be in a lot of trouble."
An old man with a gorgeous phoenix crown on his head and deep eyes was dissatisfied:
"Old Seventeen's suggestion is good, so we should go out personally and kill him with thunderous means!"
"If you don't take action, you don't mean to let it go. Don't forget, there are many enemies in the Vajra Temple, such as Landa Temple, Qingshen Temple, Yuchen Sect, Daluo Island, and in recent years, Nanhua Palace and Kuci Temple have been added.
"
The voice from the main seat said calmly: "After all, our clan and the Nanchan Sect are on the same land, so we have some scruples, but they don't..."
"What do you mean, brother?"
"I have just sent a message to these families. If they take action, the young monk will definitely die, especially..."
The voice at the main seat suddenly laughed:
"The owner of Qingshen Temple is even more excited!"
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Thousands of miles away, Beiwei, Qingshen Temple.
A huge ivy towered into the sky, almost breaking the sky, spreading its branches and leaves to the nine heavens, and its whole body bloomed with soft green light.
At the same moment, on top of the ivy, there were nine green-skin gourds emitting mist, hanging on the ivy and swaying in the wind, emitting the simple sound of the heavenly sound from afar.
"There is actually someone in the Vajra Temple who has cultivated Tathagata Zen and has become a Dharma master with divine foot power."
Under the ivy, a rich and handsome Taoist in gray clothes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He spoke to the disciples who were standing respectfully around him:
