At the same time, Jingwu, who was sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus seat, was also shaken all over. His face turned pale, and he couldn't control his blood pressure, and finally spurted out a blood arrow. The spurt of blood that accompanied him shot out in the air.
The huge golden Buddha statue in the center began to fade away. When the smoke and dust receded, Xing Tian and Shi Jun were seen standing straight on the spot. However, at this moment, their clothes were torn, their lips were bloody, and their faces were as pale as paper. They were obviously suffering.
The injury was not serious. Jingwu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and said calmly: "Two donors, I advise you to let it go." Xing Tian snorted: "Master, do you really want to go against our Lingyun Palace?
Jingwu proclaimed the name of the Buddha and said calmly: "The poor monk is just asking for justice for the Leng Donor. He does not want to go against Lingyun Palace. As the largest sect of righteousness, Lingyun Palace can't even tolerate people like this."
No?"
"You..." Xing Tian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since you insist on doing this, I won't talk nonsense anymore. Let's see." After saying that, he turned around and followed Shi Jun towards the road he came from.
.Okay, just when they were starting, a loud bang suddenly came from nearby. When the three heard the sound, they immediately turned their eyes. Suddenly, they saw that the chains on Leng Xuan's body were broken by him.
Broken. Moreover, his aura was several times higher than before. Shi Jun's expression changed and he exclaimed in shock: "His cultivation level has actually improved. How could this happen?" Xing Tian frowned, gloomily.
Face, he urged: "Let's go quickly." As he said that, he pulled Shi Jun and ran all the way into the distance. Seeing that they were about to leave, Leng Xuan immediately urged his body and chased after them. When Jingwu saw this, he immediately took control
The golden rosette rushed in front of Leng Xuan, blocking his way. "Donor Leng, stop chasing, let them go." However, Leng Xuan was not moved at all by his persuasion. All he saw was his hand.
The red light flashed, and Xuanyang Sword was instantly launched. Jingwu clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, if Donor Leng insists on pursuing me, then I have no choice but to take action." Seeing Xing Tian and Shi Jun gradually go away, Leng Xuan's eyes were red.
The light flashed slightly. Then, he turned his wrist and put the Xuanyang Sword away. Obviously, he gave up the pursuit.
Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Donor Leng, I know you have good intentions. If you want to get rid of your current state, you might as well follow me back to Dajue Temple. We will try our best to restore you to your original state." After listening to his words, Leng
A trace of struggle suddenly appeared on Xuan's face. Then, he held his head in both hands and groaned in pain from time to time. Jingwu was startled and rushed to his side and asked: "Donor Leng"
"What's wrong with you?" Leng Xuan growled a few times, then raised his head and looked at him ferociously, his eyes full of cold murderous intent. Jingwu frowned slightly, then sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly
He closed his mouth and chanted long Buddhist sounds. And every Buddhist sound he spit out turned into a little golden light and fell on Leng Xuan's body. Under the golden light, Leng Xuan's face showed pain.
It gradually subsided, and the moans and groans also became stronger and weaker. After more than ten minutes, Leng Xuan's body tilted, fell directly to the ground, and passed out. Looking at Leng Xuan who had passed out, Jingwu sighed softly,
Then he stood up, picked up Leng Xuan's body and flew away into the distance.