"I have to say that your decisiveness saved Luo a lot of things."
Looking at the Biyuan Nascent Soul that had just been spit out by the three-legged black crow, Luo Hong said in a good mood.
After all, if these Pure Land Sect elders wanted to run away, he could only pursue them selectively, and he could not catch them all like now.
"Excellent! Donor Luo, you destroyed the Immortal Cultivation Family supported by our sect first, and then sent people from our sect to investigate. Even if Bi Xin did anything to offend Guangnan Mansion, it was his own doing, not the instruction of our sect.
Now, Junior Brother Bi Xin must be dead, so why should Donor Luo be so persistent in seeking revenge?"
Trapped in the black true flame, Biyuan Nascent Soul was sitting cross-legged in the air, showing no signs of madness about the impending death, no joy or sadness.
"Hehe, you are indeed a very high-level monk, and you deserve to be the core elder of the Pure Land Sect.
You are right, Luo has no deep enmity with your Pure Land Sect in terms of personal interests."
Luo Hong was a little surprised when he heard this. Although this monk had his distorted outlook on life, it was still admirable for him to be so calm in the horror of life and death.
"In this case, why would Lord Luo be so aggressive and even plan to kill all the way to our sect's holy mountain?
With all due respect to the poor monk, although Donor Luo has unparalleled magical powers and far exceeds those of ordinary late-stage cultivators, our Pure Land Sect is a sect that has been passed down from ancient times and has a profound foundation. Even if a cultivator of the Transformation of Gods comes to visit us, we will definitely not get any benefit!
"
Biyuan's heart moved and she tried to persuade Luo Hong to stop.
"Looking at your string of human bone beads, Luo knows that even if he explains it to you, you won't understand.
So, you and I should save our energy."
Luo Hong shook his head and said, reaching out to take Biyuan's Nascent Soul into his hand.
For Biyuan, who had been practicing in the Pure Land Sect since childhood, the things that aroused Luo Hong's murderous intention were natural to him.
Without the use of magic, one of the most difficult things in the world is to pour a thought into another person's mind, especially when the two thoughts conflict.
Luo Hong likes to be efficient when doing things. It is obvious that destroying the Pure Land Sect is much more efficient than educating the Pure Land Sect.
"Wait a minute, has Donor Luo misunderstood? The bones used in this magic weapon are all left behind by the sitting Buddha!"
As if she had guessed her next fate, Biyuan finally showed an anxious look and hurriedly explained.
However, Luo Hong was speechless after hearing this.
With his spiritual consciousness, how could he not sense the material of the Buddha's bones? What he cared about was not the string of Buddha beads, but the human bone instruments he saw along the way.
Yes, there is no problem with the bone magic weapons used by high-level disciples of the Pure Land Sect, but what about those used by low-level disciples?
Perhaps the disciples of the Pure Land Sect were not like this in the past, but now Luo Hong only saw those low-level disciples who were accustomed to skinning mortals to make drums and tearing apart their bones to make horns.
And these singled out mortals are those who have had too much will power extracted and have become stupid and sluggish.
These mortals were taken away by the monks they trusted without crying or making a fuss, and then they all disappeared without a trace.
The tragic situation during this period cannot be described in words. It can only be said that the Pure Land Sect has moved hell to the human world.
With a slight exertion of his five fingers, Biyuan performed the Soul Searching Technique on Luo Hong.
Although there were many restrictions in the Nascent Soul, Luo Hong smashed them to pieces with just a flick of his finger.
Now, Biyuan's lifelong memories are presented before Luo Hong's eyes.
After some violent searching, Luo Hong successfully found what he wanted, and his face was gradually shrouded in surprise.
"How did this guy escape?"
While casually feeding Qingfeng the Yuanying that was about to collapse, Luo Hong frowned and murmured.
...
Before nightfall, Cultivator Jiedan, who had been instructed by Bi Yuan, encountered a group of low-level monks who had fled from Yuejin City.
"What did you say! Uncle Biyuan and the others didn't reply?!"
"Ah! Master, please be gentle! Everything I say is true, there is no lie at all.
Today, all the masters are fighting with the Luo bandits in the sky above our temple. We can only see the light of the Buddha, the sky filled with red flames, the roar of dragons and the cries of crows.
However, until Luo Thief's demonic palm struck, killing most of the juniors and elders in the same sect, none of the masters showed up to stop him."
The young disciple, who was grabbed by his collar by the monk, had tears and runny noses running down his face. He looked completely frightened and said what he had just said again very quickly.
"Have you ever seen where Dun Guang, Luo Thief or the masters went?!"
Jie Danxiu had veins popping out on his forehead, and he couldn't believe the result he had guessed.
"Wan... this junior only saw a blue escaping light, well... it seems to be going to the west!"
The young disciple tried hard to recall the Tao.
It’s over! It’s over, something big has happened!
Jiedan Danxiu immediately threw away the disciple in his hand, and stood there in a daze with a pale face. After a while, he remembered the talisman in his arms and hurriedly fled to the teleportation hall.
Half a day later, in the main hall of the Pure Land Sect, the Great Elder Bixiu rubbed the teleportation note in his hand with mixed anger and sorrow, and instantly the spiritual flames shot out and burned it to ashes.
"Junior brothers, please wait a moment. I have to leave for a while. Protector Zhou, please step back."
Bi Xiu stood up slowly without changing his expression, leaving a group of core elders looking at each other in confusion. In a flash, they arrived at a forbidden area deep in the Holy Mountain of Pure Land.
On the surface, this is just an inconspicuous small valley, but unlike other spiritual places in the mountains that are like spring all year round, this place is windy, bitingly cold, and covered with a layer of thick, crystal clear ice and snow.
Even when Bixiu, the Great Elder, arrived here, he did not enter directly. Instead, he sent a message to the outer valley with a sullen face:
"Fellow Daoist Feng, something unexpected happened to what we were discussing earlier. I would like to ask you to meet the poor monk immediately."
"Accident? Could it be that the Leiyin Sect got caught?
But this is not a big deal, after all, the old monster is dragged down by the sect, can he still come to the door?"
Accompanied by a cold voice, a whirlwind wrapped in snowflakes rolled out from the valley, and then condensed and dispersed, revealing a beautiful, twenty-year-old woman in white clothes.
"Fellow Daoist Feng's guess is correct. Someone is indeed coming to knock on the door, but it's not the senior from the Leiyin Sect who comes, but a late Nascent Soul monk named Luo."
Bixiu said something unbelievable with a solemn expression.
How can a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator dare to establish himself as a top sect with a long heritage?!
If it were before, Bixiu would never believe it and would only wonder if this was a ploy to attack the east and attack the west.
But Biyuan had used her own life to remind him, and he had to take it seriously.
"Hmph! What kind of accident is this? Are you still afraid of the monk named Luo?
If you can’t even deal with a late-stage Nascent Soul monk, then I have to think carefully about whether your Pure Land Sect is qualified to cooperate with my Ice Sea Demon Clan!”
The woman in white looked sharply, feeling that her time had been wasted.