It was obvious that the assassins of Dark Blood Hall had gained the upper hand just now, but in the blink of an eye, they were slapped to the ground hard.
In the desert, a huge palm print suddenly appeared, and the mark was deeply engraved on the ground.
Although the surroundings were desert, the gravel near the palm prints seemed to have been burned by fire and had turned completely black, giving off a strong burnt smell.
This is because the magic power is too strong and spreads out, burning nearby rocks into charcoal.
Under that palm print.
The group of Dark Blood Hall assassins who had been showing off their power just now were all paralyzed on the ground. Many of them were already a bloody mess. Even if they were wearing black armor under their black clothes, it was of no avail. Even their armors were shattered by the bombardment.
The pungent smell of blood was everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Bai Suqing couldn't help but trembled in her heart.
She was almost desperate before and planned to die. But she didn't expect that she could be saved at this critical moment.
On the edge of the palm print are a group of female disciples from Tianfeng Taoist Temple.
These female disciples usually only practice meditation 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 those corpses, Bai Suqing felt a sense of sadness in her heart for no reason.
In the eyes of mortals, monks are high above the world, can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent.
But who has truly entered the heavenly realm and has an easy life?
Hatred and murder abound in this heaven.
Those things that were clearly alive yesterday were turned into dead bones all over the ground in the blink of an eye.
Bai Suqing still remembered the appearance of these female disciples before they were alive. Some of them were naive enough to think that simple spiritual cultivation would enable them to achieve the path to immortality.
Everything no longer exists, just like the smoke of the past.
"Cough cough cough!"
At this moment, a violent coughing sound suddenly came from the deep pit of the palm print.
Jiang Cheng crawled out from among the corpses with difficulty, a stream of blood already flowing down his forehead.
His eyes were red, and he looked at the lofty monk in the distance and said, "This is the Buddhist Golden Light Bodhi Mudra! Which master from Jinguang Temple are you?"
Wow——
While he was talking, Jiang Cheng's black clothes fell down, revealing the bronze armor underneath.
This layer of armor looks very thin, but there are streaks of jet-black rune light on the surface, which looks quite extraordinary.
It was precisely because of this armor that he could barely survive this palm.
But, that's all.
That palm not only knocked away Jiang Cheng's pride, but also knocked away all the magic power in his body.
Today, although Jiang Cheng can still remain standing, his legs are shaking constantly, as if he may fall to the ground at any time.
The monk snorted coldly and suddenly shouted: "Demon heretic, does the Buddha want to tell you his name?"
After saying that, the monk did not talk nonsense with Jiang Cheng, but another golden handprint fell down brazenly!
This time, there was no luck.
Before Jiang Cheng had time to escape, his whole body was slapped on the ground by handprints, sinking a full forty to fifty meters!
This monk's cultivation level has reached an unfathomable level. With one palm strike, even if Jiang Cheng is the deputy leader of the Dark Blood Hall and a powerful person at the level of Xuanxian, there is no room for him to fight back.