Facing Ye Xiaotian's question, Abbot Qijie suddenly sighed deeply, not knowing how to answer.

Will the five Bodhisattvas protect Chen Xuan?

He didn't know either, after all, he was not one of the five.

But, if you put yourself in his shoes, if he were one of the Bodhisattvas, he would definitely not care about Chen Xuan.

Because Chen Xuan is no longer of any use.

As for the Buddhist sect, all they can say is that they will not kill Chen Xuan.

"Master, what do you mean by sighing?" Ye Xiaotian suddenly had a bad feeling.

Rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; rely on people, they will run away!

These bald donkeys are unreliable!

Abbot Qijie didn't say anything, because there was no point in speaking at this time.

Besides, he could see that between Chen Xuan and Ye Xiaotian, Chen Xuan was the main focus.

I guess all the bad things they did that were hated by everyone were Chen Xuan's idea.

Once Chen Xuanren is gone, only Ye Xiaotian will be left, and he will not be able to achieve anything at all.

If Ye Xiaotian was honest, Kutuo Temple would not drive him away and would allow him to continue to be a lay disciple.

If Ye Xiaotian is not honest, he will be driven out of the Buddhist world and left to fend for himself.

Of course, if Ye Xiaotian dared to do anything that would harm the interests of Kutuo Temple, then Kutuo Temple would directly take his life.

The Buddhist world can be one of the five worlds. How many of these Bodhisattvas and Arhats in Buddhism are good people? Do you really think that they are all good people?

In fact, the essence of everyone is to practice Taoism. Buddha is the Tao, and the Tao is ruthless.

Of course, whether Chen Xuan lives or dies depends entirely on his own luck.

In the realm of the God of Death.

At this time, the five Bodhisattvas were besieging the God of Death. The fight was fierce at the beginning, but as time went on, the God of Death was increasingly at a disadvantage, and was even gradually becoming exhausted.

After all, it was five powerful men fighting against one, and the fact that the God of Killer could hold on for so long was enough to demonstrate his terrifying fighting power.

"Bald donkey, you are so shameless. If you have the guts, fight me one on one!"

At this time, the God of Death was covered in wounds, with blood gushing out of his body. His clothes were torn, his hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely miserable.

He roared angrily, very unwilling to give in. He was confident that with his ability, he could definitely beat these Bodhisattvas to a pulp in a one-on-one fight.

But how could the Bodhisattvas listen to him?

Only a fool would challenge him one-on-one. Isn't this giving him a chance?

The five Bodhisattvas did not speak a word, but just kept attacking. Moreover, they were not in a hurry to take down the God of Killing immediately, but rather sought steady progress and consumed the God of Killing bit by bit.

Soon, the God of Killer was covered with wounds and bruises.

The five Bodhisattvas were also injured to varying degrees, but compared to the God of Death, the injuries on their bodies were not even worth mentioning.

"You damn bald asses, you forced me to do this!"

Finally, the God of Killing roared.

Suddenly, he took out a flag. It was a flag stained with blood. It looked tattered, but the blood in it was so bright red that it was blindingly bright.

On the flag, there was a big word "魔" written on it. This word "魔" did not look like a word at all. Instead, it looked more like a person, a demon!

roar!

Suddenly, the flag exploded, and the word "demon" turned into a huge demon shadow.

"It's the Demon Lord's Demon Soul Banner!"

A Bodhisattva suddenly spoke with a serious expression and recognized what the flag was.

This is a divine weapon, which was refined by the Demon Lord using countless souls. Its power is terrifying.

With just one roar, the earth shook and the mountains trembled in an instant. For a moment, the golden light on the five Bodhisattvas was all suppressed by this roar.

Puff!

Among them, the two weaker Bodhisattvas of Kutuo Temple could not withstand this terrifying aura and vomited blood.

"snort!"

A Bodhisattva coming out of Lingshan suddenly snorted coldly.

The next moment, he took out a golden bowl, which flew into the sky and instantly burst into brilliant light.

In an instant, all the evil spirits were dispelled.

"roar!"

The demonic shadow behind the God of Death roared again in an instant, and the evil energy that had just been dispelled gathered together again, looking so terrifying.

At this moment, the golden bowl vibrated violently, and a huge hand stretched out from the bowl.

This big hand has a swastika symbol on the palm, emitting a strong Buddhist light.

It looked as if a hand of the Buddha himself was stretched out.

Boom!

A huge hand grabbed the phantom of the demon head, and thousands of Buddha lights appeared, which was extremely terrifying.

The demon's shadow was obviously unwilling to be outdone and attacked directly.

For a moment, the big hand collided violently with the demonic shadow, causing terrifying aftermath.

For a while, the two sides fought fiercely and could not tell the difference between the two.

Seeing this, the God of Killing immediately turned around and ran away.

He knew that since the Buddhists had already taken out the golden bowl, he would have no way to deal with these five Bodhisattvas.

On the contrary, if you don’t leave now, you might be stuck here and unable to leave!

As for the magic banner, it was actually a disposable item, not the real magic banner in the hands of the Demon Lord. This thing would be gone after use, so he didn't feel any regret at all.

"Catch him!"

Seeing that the God of Death had taken over the entire territory and turned around to escape towards the Demon Realm, the five Bodhisattvas immediately took action to stop him.

According to Chen Xuan, Bingnan'e's body is in the hands of the God of Death!

Why did they besiege the God of Death? Wasn't it just for the Ice Body?

No matter what you say, you can't let him escape!

The God of Killer saw that they were sticking to him like a dog-skin plaster, and he knew that if he didn't pay the price now, he would probably be left here.

I saw him bit the tip of his tongue.

With a "puff", he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The next moment, the essence and blood burned and instantly turned into a bloody man. The outline of this bloody man was almost exactly the same as the God of Death himself!

It seems that this essence and blood consumes a lot of vitality. Originally, the God of Killing had black hair.

After this bloody man was formed, his black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, this is a forbidden technique.

When the forbidden technique is used, the skill is even more powerful than the god-level skill!

Because the forbidden technique consumes not only vitality, but most importantly, it consumes life!

Just this one bloody man burned up at least 100,000 years of the God of Death's life!

You know, among the powerful ones in history, the longest lifespan was only two million years, which is two eras.

Normally, a powerful person's normal lifespan is only one era, and one era is only one million years.