Buzz! His eyes were filled with anxiety, and the purple-haired leader didn't even have time to finish his words. He felt like he was struck by lightning!

Blood spurted out immediately, his legs went weak, and he tried his best to resist but it was no use. He just knelt down, blood all over his body, looking horrifying, as if he had been cut into pieces.

But he did not die. It was obvious that Ye Wuque did not intend to kill him immediately, and he could be useful to keep him for the time being.

The purple-haired leader tried desperately to raise his head, but to no avail, and could only look at the ground.

From a distance, the purple-haired leader's condition looked exactly the same as that of Master Jianglong and the other twelve alliance leaders, even more miserable.

"I, I can't even resist his... gaze! How... is this possible?"

"I am... the Eighteen-Winged Feathered God! Who is he?"

"Even if it was that master, he would only make me feel terrified and fearful, not like this..."

"Who, who is he... When did such a being appear in the first half of the Eternal Star Corridor..."

"No! There has absolutely never been such a strong person in the Eternal Star Corridor before..."

The purple-haired captain couldn't utter a word at this time. He could only roar madly and crazily in his heart!

He really couldn't figure it out!

Ye Wuque, who had been standing in the void, finally slowly descended.

The Black Blood Assassination Group, which had a notorious reputation throughout the Eternal Star Corridor, was suppressed by Ye Wuque's "Three Eyes".

The falling Ye Wuque just stood in front of Wei Junjie, face to face with Master Jianglong.

The Master Jianglong, who was sitting cross-legged, looked towards Ye Wuque with difficulty, his eyes filled with only gratitude.

He knew that the strange and powerful being before him had not agreed to what he had just said from the beginning to the end.

However, the entire Black Blood Assassination Group did die at the hands of the enemy.

There is no doubt about this result!

Then Master Jianglong will have to accept this favor!

"Thank you... Your Excellency... Thank you..." Master Jianglong spoke tremblingly.

At the same time, two other weak voices of thanks were heard nearby.

After using all their strength to thank Ye Wuque, the other two leaders of the Twelve Alliance also tilted their bodies and became completely motionless.

Master Jianglong immediately shed tears of blood, closed his eyes, and seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Wei Junjie, who was lying on the ground, had lost all color and was pale.

Until Master Jianglong opened his eyes again, with blood and tears remaining, he finally looked at Wei Junjie who was close to him, and the murderous intent and resentment in his eyes seemed to be boiling!

It's a pity that he was disabled and couldn't move at all.

But the next moment...

"When it comes to revenge, it's best to do it yourself."

A faint voice sounded, but it sounded like the sound of heaven to Master Jianglong's ears!

The one who spoke was naturally Ye Wuque. He raised his right index finger and gently pointed it towards Master Jianglong.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a stream of holy fighting energy flew out and poured into Master Jianglong's body!

Master Jianglong's body trembled violently, and then his eyes were filled with unbelievable shock!

Soon, he found that he could move!

Just that wisp of energy seemed to bring him back to life!

"This bit of strength is enough to support you to take revenge with your own hands." Ye Wuque spoke again lightly.

Master Jianglong slowly stood up and straightened his body. His body was still tall. Although he was old, he was still like a mountain.

Master Jianglong stood up straight, clasped his hands together towards Ye Wuque, and then bowed deeply!

"Thank you, sir..." Master Jianglong spoke every word with gratitude and solemnity.

Then, his eyes turned to Wei Junjie who was lying on the ground and trembling and wailing again!

In an instant, Master Jianglong's eyes turned scarlet and crazy, like a devil!

The shadow cast by his tall body covered Wei Junjie. At this moment, he was no longer a monk, but like a devil from hell!

Next, it was a bloody battlefield.

“Ahhhh!”

On the dead silent mountain top, the only sound that could be heard was Wei Junjie's extremely painful, desperate, piercing, and hair-raising howls!

It rose and fell, becoming more and more intense, until it slowly weakened and finally stopped completely.

The whole process lasted for a full half hour!

When Master Jiang Long stopped panting and staggering, his whole body was covered in blood, especially his hands, and his whole body was filled with a strong smell of blood.

And Wei Junjie...

All that was left was a mass of rotten flesh, staining the ground red.

Master Jianglong's body tilted and he fell to the ground again, tears and blood flowing once again.

Ye Wuque, who was standing aside with his hands behind his back, watched the whole thing with a calm expression.

Faced with the endless struggle and extreme hatred and malice, even a "Buddha" would get angry and turn into the furious eyes of a diamond.

What’s more, he is an old monk?

After all, the cooperation base of the Twelve Alliances was in an extremely miserable state, with corpses everywhere, just like an Asura hell.

The instigator died at the hands of Ye Wuque, but Wei Junjie, the traitor and rebel, was even more hated!

"Thank you... Your Excellency... for your help..." Master Jianglong spoke again breathlessly and saluted towards Ye Wuque.

"Go ahead and bury your companion first." Ye Wuque spoke again, his tone still calm.

But when Master Jianglong heard it, the old monk began to tremble again and burst into tears.

He nodded vigorously, then stood up tremblingly and went to collect the bodies of his companions.

Ye Wuque's holy fighting spirit was enough to support him in accomplishing all this.

On the top of the mountain, Master Jianglong began to dig out four graves bit by bit, and then carried the bodies of the four leaders of the Twelve Alliances into the graves one by one, and finally buried the graves.

Finally, Master Jianglong sat cross-legged in front of the four tombs, clasped his hands together, closed his hands, and began to chant the Rebirth Mantra.

Ten times in a row, with compassion for the world.

Only after the Rebirth Mantra was finished did Master Jianglong stand up tremblingly, walk up to Ye Wuque and salute again.

"Thank you very much, sir...for your great kindness..." Master Jianglong said hoarsely to Ye Wuque.

"You have something I want, a special secret method to refine the power of faith..." Ye Wuque opened his mouth and expressed his request.

Master Jiang Long didn't seem surprised at all. He put his hands together and said, "I understand. Don't worry, I will teach you this secret method without missing a word!"

"However, if you want to completely learn this secret method, you must possess a special power that is rare and precious. It is extremely difficult to obtain, and you can't even rely on others. You can only rely on yourself. I dare not hide it, and I hope you can know that without this precious power, the secret method cannot be learned anyway!"

"What kind of special power?" Ye Wuque asked.

Master Jiang Long immediately let out a sigh and recalled with deep emotion: "Reporting to you, sir, this power is called... the power of merit!"