Wuhua had been reduced to a useless person and could not avoid Ye Qiu's attack. He was stepped on and his body suddenly fell from the air to the ground on the spot.
Click!
Wuhua's body had numerous broken bones. His body was almost in tatters. He was kicked by Ye Qiu again, which added to the injuries. In addition, his cultivation was completely destroyed. After struggling for several times, he could not get up from the ground.
"Aren't you invincible? Stand up and fight again!"
Ye Qiu's face was indifferent, and he stepped up and stomped on Wuhua again.
"puff!"
Wuhua spurted blood from his mouth.
"Are the Buddhist disciples of Daleiyin Temple great? They are not stepped on by me."
boom!
Ye Qiu followed suit.
In an instant, Wuhua's body was broken into two pieces, blood spattered and bones flew everywhere, it was too horrible to see.
However, Wuhua did not die.
A monk of his level will never die as long as his soul is immortal.
"Don't you have an indestructible body? It's not because I broke the body, it's rubbish."
boom!
Ye Qiu suddenly kicked Wuhua's lower body into blood mist.
"Damn it, a dead bald donkey dares to compete with me for a chance. Who gave you the courage?"
"Isn't the Great Leiyin Temple amazing? One day, when I go to the Western Desert, I will uproot your Great Leiyin Temple."
"Aren't you going to kill me? Come on, let's hurt each other!"
Bang bang bang!
Ye Qiu kept stepping on Wuhua with his feet.
It was obvious that he was deliberately humiliating Wuhua by doing this.
Wuhua was so angry that his eyes were blood red and he stared at Ye Qiu, wishing he could eat Ye Qiu alive.
who is he?
He is a Buddhist disciple of Daleiyin Temple, a direct disciple of the Holy Monk of Lingshan Mountain, and a peerless genius at the pinnacle of Cave Heaven!
In the past, no matter where Wuhua went, everyone respected him and even worshiped him. How had he ever been humiliated like this?
But today, not only was he defeated at the hands of Ye Qiu, but his cave sky and dragon energy were also shattered, and he was completely reduced to a useless person.
What was even more uncomfortable was that Ye Qiu kept stepping on him with his feet.
What a shame!
Wuhua shouted sternly: "Ye Changsheng, you must die a good death!"
"Bang!" Ye Qiu dropped his foot and directly stepped on Wuhua's face into the soil, causing Wuhua's face to become deformed.
Ye Qiu scolded disdainfully: "You dare to talk so shamelessly when you are about to die, you are very stubborn!"
In the distance, everyone watching the battle was stunned.
"Mr. Ye is really... cruel!"
"If I were Wu Hua, I would just commit suicide. After all, I am also a disciple of Buddhism in Daleiyin Temple. How can I be humiliated like this?"
"Yes, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."
"..."
While everyone was talking about it, Ye Qiu finally stopped.
At this time, Wuhua only had one head left on his body, and this head was so miserable that the bridge of his nose was broken, his face was ruined, and his teeth were missing. I am afraid that even if the holy monk of Lingshan came here, he would not be able to recognize that the person in front of him was his.
disciple.
Ye Qiu said in a cold voice: "It's almost time, it's time to send you on your way!"
On the verge of death, Wuhua suddenly screamed: "I don't accept it!"
"Ye Changsheng, I don't accept it!"
"I will continue to fight with you, and I will prove to you that I am truly invincible."
Ye Qiu looked at Wuhua with a strange look on his face and thought to himself, this guy must have been beaten stupid by him, right?
It's been so miserable, but you still want to continue fighting?
Crazy!
"Your cultivation is completely destroyed and you only have one head left. What qualifications do you have to fight me?"
"Oh, I remembered, your spirit is still there."
"If your cultivation is ruined, what strength can your soul still have?" Ye Qiu sneered.
Once a monk's cultivation is destroyed, his soul will also fall. Although Wuhua's soul still exists, it no longer poses a threat to Ye Qiu.
Not to mention Ye Qiu, even if Lin Daniao were to kill Wuhua now, Wuhua would have no power to fight back.
"I don't accept it!" Wuhua said: "If you didn't have a divine sword in your hand, you would never be able to fight against my great mercy Qianye Hand."
"Ye Changsheng, do you dare to give me some time?"
"I still want to fight you!"
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "Does it mean that if I give you time, your cultivation will be restored?"
"That's right!" As soon as Wu Hua said this, Ye Qiu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Could it be that this dead bald donkey really has a way to quickly restore his cultivation?
Ye Qiu was silent for a while and said: "Okay, since you are not convinced, then I will give you a chance."
"No!" Yun Xi was anxious.
The little white fox also reminded: "Ye Changsheng, if a man wants to achieve great things, he must not be merciful."
Master Changmei followed up and said: "You little bastard, it's better to use your remaining courage to chase the poor bandits, and don't pretend to be a tyrant."
"Ye Changsheng, please promise me and don't go back on it." Wuhua's eyes were cold and he said coldly: "Just wait, I will definitely defeat you."
Suddenly, Ye Qiu stepped on Wuhua's Tianling Gai.
"I've been waiting for you, damn!"
Ye Qiu has always believed in cutting the weeds without uprooting them, and they will grow again when the spring breeze blows.
There is an old saying that goes well: to be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself.
For thousands of years, no one who shows mercy to the enemy will end up well. The Overlord of Western Chu is the best example.
What's more, Wuhua also said that if you give him time, he can recover his cultivation.
How could Ye Qiu give such a pervert a chance to survive?
"Ye Changsheng, you bastard, you don't keep your word." Wuhua felt the murderous intention and shouted angrily.
Ye Qiu said indifferently: "You already said that I am a bastard. Have you ever seen any bastard who keeps his word?"
"You..." Wuhua was so angry that he almost exploded on the spot.
"Let's hit the road!" Ye Qiu's right foot carried astonishing power, like a giant mountain crushing him.
Before his eyes, Wuhua was about to die.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura was released from Wuhua's head, like a stormy sea, blocking Ye Qiu's feet, preventing him from pressing down his right foot.
The next second, Ye Qiu was thrown away.
"What?"
Ye Qiu's face changed slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Hua's head bloomed with treasure, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, like an otherworldly god.
"Ye Changsheng, you are very good for forcing me to this point, but you are only good."
"because of you--"
"Dead!"
Without further ado, a terrifying aura filled the air, and everyone felt a chill all over their bodies, as if a peerless demon king was about to be born.
Ye Qiu stared at Wuhua's head.
Soon, Wuhua's head split open automatically, his soul floated in the air, and then a group of intense light emerged from the center of Wuhua's eyebrows.
That ball of light is a white Buddhist bead.
After the Buddha beads appeared, winds and clouds surged, and the sky shook and the earth shook.
Ye Qiu's body was chapped, and he felt that his soul was about to break. This white Buddha bead was like an unparalleled powerful man, with unstoppable momentum.
"Ye Changsheng, retreat quickly!"
The little white fox shouted anxiously: "That is the supreme artifact of Buddhism, the Earth Spirit Pearl!"
