The six Nascent Soul Masters work together, and when the secret technique breaks out, the magic power is very terrifying.
Hong Ming's Hunyuan Tianhe magic power was instantly defeated. The remaining Zen staff fell on Hong Ming's body, but a layer of five-color light appeared on Hong Ming's body. The five-color light was mixed with black and white, and there was wind, thunder and ice in it.
Among the three spiritual powers, the innermost one is the Hunyuan light that shines.
When encountering this layer of defensive magical power, a terrifying wave erupts.
The violent mana dispersed in all directions, but after the spiritual energy dissipated, the Zen staff did not move forward at all.
This layer of protective shield seems to be solid and indestructible, blocking the body.
"The secret skills and techniques of the six of you are indeed quite interesting."
Hong Ming showed a playful expression.
Seeing this scene, Monk Miaoben showed a look of shock and anger on his face: "Supernatural powers, how is it possible, how is it possible to condense magical powers."
Monk Miaoben never imagined it.
Jindan Zhenren condenses his magical power?
The land of the Western Region has not appeared for tens of thousands of years.
Every few thousand years, there are Buddhist disciples who have condensed their supernatural powers in the Nascent Soul stage, and demonic sages who have condensed their magical powers in the Nascent Soul stage. This is already a very amazing achievement.
However, condensing magical powers in the golden elixir stage is extremely rare within tens of thousands of years.
"Run away, run away quickly."
Monk Miaoben sent a message to his junior brother with his soul, and he rushed up with a look of death on his face.
Many juniors used secret techniques, but Monk Miaoben was the strongest. At this time, if Monk Miaoben escaped, it would be a real game, and the other five would definitely die, so Miaoben rushed towards Hong Ming to delay time.
The other five people heard the soul transmission of Senior Brother Miaoben, with different expressions. After looking at each other, they also came towards Hong Ming.
Hong Ming smiled when he saw this, and five colors of light flashed in his hands.
Supernatural power, five elements extinguishing divine light!
There are six figures, and each figure cannot escape when encountering the five elements of annihilating divine light.
This magical power is extremely fast, ranking last among Hong Ming's many magical powers, and its power is relatively average, but few Nascent Soul Masters can deal with this magical power.
Boom! Boom!
Five of the six Nascent Soul Masters died in an instant, leaving only Miaoben alone, who withstood the blow.
After blocking the blow, Monk Miaoben was also seriously injured, spitting blood from his mouth:
"Fellow Taoist, this matter was caused by my greed. I apologized to you in seconds and asked you to let Puguang Temple go."
Before he died, Monk Miaoben spoke.
Hong Ming looked calm:
"If I had known today, why bother in the beginning."
A look of shock and anger appeared on Miaoben's face, and he rushed towards Hong Ming instantly.
boom!
When approaching Hong Ming, Miaoben self-destructed his body and Nascent Soul, and in an instant, terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations came. However, after the spiritual energy dissipated, Hong Ming stood there without any trace of injury.
"snort!"
Hong Ming's eyes showed a fierce light, and he looked around at the approaching Master Yuanying, with an unkind look on his face:
"Do you want to avenge these six people?"
More than twenty people came around, including more than a dozen Jindan Masters and eight Nascent Soul Masters. However, when they saw this scene, they all remained silent as if they had practiced silent meditation.
Hong Ming made a cold sound, and flew towards Puguang Temple with his body riding on the escaping light.
Inside Puguang Temple.
The old monk took the dancing mirror and called out Amitabha Buddha.
"Master, this murderous man is coming, what should we do?"
"I also ask my uncle to take action to avenge your senior brothers."
In Puguang Temple, people were panic-stricken.
The old monk put down the whirling mirror with determination, with a sad look on his face:
"You guys should take your disciples and run away for your lives. Puguang Temple can be destroyed, but the Taoism must be passed down. After a hundred years, you will come back here and build Puguang Temple again."
"Uncle Master."
"Master."
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Many disciples were wailing.
But Hengxin didn't say much and continued to give orders.
Many Nascent Soul Masters gritted their teeth and fled away with their disciples.
Three hours later, when Hong Ming found Puguang Temple, the temple was already empty. When Hong Ming entered the main hall, he only saw the monk Hengxin sitting here.
"You ran quickly, leaving only an old monk to die here."
Hong Ming said unceremoniously.
Monk Hengxin said to Amitabha:
"Donor, this matter was caused by Miaoben's greed. Miaoben is already dead. I ask the donor to show mercy."
"Oh, what the old monk means is that if I kill him, forget about it and it has nothing to do with Puguang Temple. Monk, don't you think this statement is strange?"
Hong Ming had a smile on his face.
Miaoben brought the monks from Puguang Temple to kill Yang Zhiniao, and also killed Hong Ming. This was a dead end.
If Hong Ming is weak, he will be killed.
Now that Hong Ming is strong, he comes to visit.
It's that simple.
If you do something, you must be responsible.
The old monk sat on the ground and said nothing:
"How can the donor spare the disciples of Puguang Temple?"
Hong Ming looked calm and said:
"Call out the spiritual materials in Puguang Temple, and I want to take away the inheritance of three magical powers from Puguang Temple."
"There is no problem with the spiritual materials. Taoist friends can take them away. Even if they are more, as long as you have the ability, you can go to Xiaoleiyin Temple to get them. But the inheritance of the three magical powers, Taoist friends, should be carefully considered. This magical power is
If I, a direct descendant of Buddhism, take away my magical power, I will become an enemy of Buddhism. Even if I enter the fairy world, I will inevitably be in trouble."
The old monk spoke persistently, his voice long and thick, which seemed particularly thick in the silent temple.'
"Monk, you don't need to say more about this matter."
Hong Ming was not polite and his expression was grim.
The old monk didn't say much.
Hong Ming stretched out his hand, with surging magic power, and took the storage bag from the old monk's hand.
Using force to open the storage bag, Hong Ming quickly saw what he wanted.
There are a total of thirty-two Buddha statues here, and each Buddha statue contains a kind of inheritance.
Hong Ming was not polite. He sat in the Buddhist temple, with the Hunyuan body-protecting divine light guarding the surroundings. He picked up the Buddha statues one by one and looked at them.
A Buddha statue is a kind of inheritance.
Thirty-two Buddha statues and thirty-two inheritances. Hong Ming took a rough look at them, with a look of joy on his face. He immediately chose three magical powers, one is the Heart Lamp Magical Power, one is the Great Sun Golden Body, and one is the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm.
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After studying the three magical powers, Hong Ming took out the spiritual materials from the storage bag and returned the remaining items to the old monk.
The old monk looked at Hong Ming and remained silent.
"Okay, the Puguang Temple matter is over."
Hong Ming said coldly, and the Hunyuan light appeared on his body and fled towards the north.
Hong Ming sped up and kept moving forward.
Three days later.
In Puguang Temple, a figure appeared from the void.
"Junior brother Hengxin, what happened?"
The monk asked.
Hengxin told the story again, and then put the storage bag on the ground:
"Senior brother, I have seen the inherited Buddha statue. There are three magical powers that this person has enlightened, namely the heart lamp, the golden body of the sun, and the Buddha's kingdom in the palm of my hand. I am not good at guarding the sect's inheritance, and I am ashamed of the sect."
As the old monk spoke, his breath quickly dropped.
Monk Hengxin actually passed away.
"Junior brother!"
The monk Hengzhen who was brought here saw this scene and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Putting away the storage bag, Monk Hengzhen waved his hand, tore the void apart, and stepped into it.
Four months later.
The northern part of the Western Land.
Hong Ming was finally caught up by Monk Hengzhen who arrived.