The White Lotus Saint took action and directly killed Liu Hong's body, which really frightened the three monks, three Taoists and three Confucians.
It is true that the White Lotus Saint made a sneak attack. At that time, Liu Hong was fighting the Red Faced Dharma King with all his strength, and for a moment he lost his plan.
But no matter what, it is a fact that Liu Hong was knocked out with one move. Even martial arts masters like Liu Hong who took the warrior route and polished their bodies were knocked out. If this hit hit them, one can imagine the consequences.
"White Lotus Saint!"
The three elders of the Shenxiao sect who rushed to support the three people in Mount Wutai felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Especially the Taoist Master of Yiyang, who had previously been extremely sure that the White Lotus Saint was no threat, now felt as if he was in a pot.
"Senior brother, didn't you say that the White Lotus Saint couldn't be of the sixth level? How could you kill Liu Hong with one move?" Taoist Master Yizhen held the Thunder Umbrella in his hand and was very afraid of the White Lotus Saint who suddenly appeared.
Taojun Yiyang himself also slammed, holding the Five Thunder Seal in his hand, hesitantly said: "There is no reason. Three thousand years ago, the White Lotus Sect was defeated by the three sects, and the White Lotus Saint died on the spot. How can the White Lotus Sect be so virtuous and capable?
Will a saint be reborn soon?"
You must know that even the powerful Shenxiao Sect, one of the main branches of Taoism, only has one sixth-level Heavenly Lord in the sect.
In terms of hard power, the White Lotus Sect is still superior to the Shenxiao Sect. When the three sects besieged the White Lotus Sect, there were more than ten founder-level figures dispatched, and at least one-third of the masters of the human race were used. But
Just imagine the deterrent power of level six.
The White Lotus Sect was defeated as a whole, the saint was killed in the battle, the leader was seriously injured and escaped, and the masters were also dead and injured, like rats crossing the street.
Under such circumstances, how could the White Lotus Sect give birth to a sixth-level saint within three thousand years? The sixth-level saint is not a piece of cake. It would take millions of years for one of the four branches of Buddhism like Wutai Mountain to be born.
Three thousand years are fleeting for a great monk, and even one retreat is not enough.
"This Saint of the White Lotus Sect only succeeded through a sneak attack. Perhaps her magic weapon is powerful and her cultivation level is not necessarily much higher than that of the Scarlet-faced Dharma King. Taojun Yiyang, the three of us brothers are holding the battle for you. You go and try her."
Damn it, I don’t believe she is really the sixth level."
Monk Huiyan from Mount Wutai, holding two golden hammers, said eagerly.
When Taojun Yiyang heard this, he almost vomited blood out of breath.
Since you don't believe it, why don't you try it yourself? Bald donkeys are really bad. If this White Lotus Saint is really the sixth level, wouldn't it be like killing Liu Hong? He would kill the three of them with every move.
"Saint, save me!"
Seeing the reversal of the situation, the Kapok Sutra Master, who was burning his soul, quickly stopped the burning of his soul and turned into an escaping light and flew towards this side.
The three Confucian scholars who were fighting with him saw that the duck in their mouth was about to fly away. They looked at each other and whispered: "What should we do?"
"If the White Lotus Saint is really at the sixth level, it might be difficult for us people to even escape. If not, it was only because of the powerful magic weapon that we were able to kill Liu Hong. We have the advantage in numbers, so we may not be unable to fight."
"What Brother Ma said is absolutely true. Rather than sit back and wait for death, it's better to give it a try. Anyway, we don't have a few years to live, so we might as well fight to the fullest."
"Brother Xiao is right. We old guys have never thought about going back alive this time. It's time for us to sacrifice our lives for justice."
"good!"
When the three great scholars Ma, Xiao, and Fang saw each other, they each took a step forward and said: "Confucius said Cheng Ren, Mencius said Qi Yi, the three of us have learned from Guan Wu Cha, and since we are here today, we don't plan to leave anymore.
Please give me some advice from the White Lotus Saint... to punish the evil!"
The three great scholars shouted loudly at the same time, instantly activating the mighty power, and a long river of majesty swept across the world.
The master of the Kapok Sutra, who was escaping, saw that his eyes were about to burst. He had already run out of gas, how could he resist the awe-inspiring righteousness stimulated by the three great Confucian practitioners, and exclaimed: "Holy Girl!"
"go..."
The Holy Lady White Lotus flicked her finger, and a white lotus bloomed in the world. Before the awe-inspiring righteousness swept through, it appeared on the head of the Kapok Sutra Master, protecting him under the white lotus.
The next second, the three great scholars joined forces to activate Haoran's righteousness river, and slammed into the white lotus.
Boom!!
Haoran's righteousness was like a sledgehammer hitting an ancient bell in the mountains, making a dull impact.
"No..."
Before the Kapok Sutra Master, who was inside the White Lotus, had time to feel happy, he saw the White Lotus shake violently. He was shaken by this, and his seven orifices were bleeding. The spirit in his body was like snow under the morning sun, visible to the naked eye.
melted.
"Three old immortals!" Saint White Lotus saw this scene. Even though she had a mask on her face, she could still hear the anger in her voice.
But even so, the White Lotus Saint still did not make a second blow. Instead, she quickly retracted the white lotus, swept the red-faced Dharma King and several people inside, and turned into escaping light and ran straight into the distance.
"She is not level six!"
Seeing the reaction of Saint White Lotus, everyone present quickly reacted.
If the White Lotus Saint was of the sixth level, protected by her White Lotus magic weapon, the Master of the Kapok Sutra should not have been shocked to death under any circumstances.
The Master of the Kapok Sutra is dead, which shows that Saint White Lotus is not as strong as everyone thinks. Otherwise, she would not have to run away, and the Master of the Kapok Sutra would not have died.
"What a witch, she actually tricked her, stop her quickly!"
The three monks looked at it and jumped up in anger. If the three great scholars hadn't been prepared to fight, they might have been deceived.
Now, seeing how strong the White Lotus Saint was, how could the six of them hold back, and they all raised their magic weapons and fought away.
"Huang Tian is dead, the sky is about to be reborn, a great disaster is coming, and the sun and moon have no light!"
The White Lotus Saint holds a lotus in her hands and steps on a lotus leaf, making the heaven and earth pale.
The Red-faced Dharma King would not have dared to take the combined attacks of the three monks, but the White Lotus Saint would have dared and even caught them.
Countless white lotuses bloomed between heaven and earth, and for a moment it was like a lotus world.
When the magic weapons of the three monks and three paths were struck out, it was like hitting a lotus bush. Each lotus consciously stepped forward to block it. As soon as the menacing six magic weapons entered the lotus formation, it was like a person falling into a quagmire. No matter what the six people did,
No merit can be achieved even by urging.
"No, the intensity of our attacks cannot break through her White Lotus Domain." The three holy monks from Mount Wutai, who now lost their solemn treasures, spoke anxiously.
When the three elders of the Shenxiao sect saw it, they felt troubled for a moment, and sighed: "Although our Shenxiao thunder method can break through her White Lotus Domain, it takes a long time to use it, and she will have run away by then.
"
"Let's..."
Seeing this, the three Confucian scholars did not give in. Ma Junru, who was in the lead, spoke: "At the beginning of the ancient times, who taught the Tao?"
The great scholar Xiao Yuanwang said: "If the upper and lower parts are not visible, how can we examine them?"
The great scholar Fang Qiong said again: "Who can be the best between the dark and the dark?"
The voices of the three people converged into a line, forming the fourth sentence: "Feng Yiwei Xiang, how can he recognize it?"
"Qu Yuan's Heavenly Questions!"
After hearing the words of the three people, Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that the three great scholars were serious.
Qu Yuan was a sage of the Warring States Period and an ancient sage. Although he was not an orthodox Confucian, he was one of the sages of the human race enshrined in the Confucius Temple.
He is the founder of Chu Ci, and is also known as the ancestor of Chinese poetry and the father of Ci and Fu. Some people even claim that if Qu Yuan had not been assassinated by the demon clan and allowed him to develop, he would not have become the founder of poetry.
Holy, a false saint is easy to catch.
Qu Yuan's Heavenly Questions is a torture of everything in the world, as well as the human heart.
The cultural energy within a thousand miles radius has skyrocketed. The White Lotus Saint, who relied on the white lotus domain to run rampant, encountered the oppression of the cultural energy, and her domain instantly shrunk from ten thousand meters to a hundred meters. The relief on her face was no longer visible.
"good chance!"
Seeing that the White Lotus Saint was restrained, the three monks and the three Taoists were overjoyed.
Buddhism and Taoism have the theory of good fortune. The White Lotus Sect is a demonic way and is not orthodox. It can teach countless strong people and has a large number of followers. It also has great luck.
If the White Lotus Saint can be killed and one of her arms is cut off, the White Lotus Sect's lost fortune will naturally be blessed by everyone.
With the blessing of this heavenly destiny, I will not only become a Buddha and become an ancestor in the future, but I will at least be able to go one step further. This matter is related to spiritual practice. How can I not make everyone happy?
"Mr. Wang, Xiao Wang accidentally got a painting of a lecture by a literary saint. This picture was made by the ancestor of painting Gu Kaizhi. It is like seeing the literary saint in person. If Mr. Wang takes action, Xiao Wang is willing to lend this painting to Mr. Wang.
Watch.”
Seeing that everyone was taking action one after another, but still unable to do anything to the White Lotus Saint, Wu Shan finally couldn't sit still.
If the annihilation of the Red Faced Dharma King and several others was an achievement in pacifying the White Lotus Sect in Yangzhou, the killing of the White Lotus Saint would be a serious blow to the White Lotus Sect.
In Wu Shan's eyes, the White Lotus Saint in front of him is not a saint at all, she is clearly a great power.
Once the White Lotus Saint is left behind, this trip to annihilate the White Lotus Sect will actually test the three princes, and the current emperor will also look at him differently.
"Is the lecture picture of the literary saint a painting by Gu Kaizhi?"
Wang Xu fell into deep thought, and Gu Kaizhi was said to be the beginning of painting. It is said that his paintings can be confused with real ones.
Needless to say, as long as Gu Kaizhi's lecture map of the literary sage can elicit even a fraction of the literary sage's power, it will be worth his risk.
"Sir, what do you think?" Looking at the White Lotus Saint who was resisting and retreating, Wu Shan was worried.
Wang Xu nodded lightly. How could the threat from the leader of the White Lotus be compared with the teachings of the Literary Saint? This is the foundation of enlightenment. If you miss it, you don't know when you will encounter it next time.
The sixth prince, Wu Shan, even has the painting of the literary saint's lectures. It seems that he is really a lucky man. I have underestimated his heritage.
"Please sir, take action." Wu Shan was overjoyed when Wang Xu agreed.
Wang Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stretched out his hand, took out the nameless golden book in his sleeve, and the wolf brush stained with dragon blood ink, and said softly: "There is righteousness in the world..."