Jueqing Buddhist frowned and spoke softly, unable to discern any emotion: "This is not good, it's very rude."
It was hard to tell whether the "dirty" he was referring to was the broken porcelain pieces and bloodstains on the ground, or the person Yin Changpi.
The ruthless Buddhist disciple held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and his thumb slid slightly, and the Buddhist beads slowly turned.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were cold as he looked at Yin Changpi, as if he was looking at a dead object.
He took a small step forward, and the peaceful aura around him suddenly changed, becoming murderous.
When Jueqing Buddhist turned around and looked at him, Yin Changpi was completely shocked. Jueqing Buddhist's tone without any fluctuation made his hair stand on end. Even though he was on high alert, the huge gap in strength between the Jindan stage and the Huashen stage still made him feel deeply powerless.
Feeling the murderous intent of the ruthless Buddhist, even though he only took a small step forward, Yin Changpi was unable to make a good response for a while. At this moment, he was like a mortal without any cultivation, kicking the ground with his legs and crawling back a few steps in panic.
"You, you want to kill me?" Yin Changpi asked anxiously and loudly until her back hit the threshold of the side hall and she had no way to retreat.
"What's wrong?" The ruthless Buddhist took another step forward. The light slanted into the side hall from the door. His body was immersed in the sunset light, but his head was still in the shadow.
"Why? The plan has already reached the final stage!" Thinking of this, Yin Changpi felt a surge of anger in his heart, which dispelled a lot of his fear. He roared, "You are destroying the bridge after crossing it!"
"It's not about any plan, it's just..." Jueqing Buddhist lowered his eyes coldly, and his voice suddenly turned cold: "You broke her favorite cup!"
The Jueqing Buddhist disciple's body was suddenly surrounded by Buddha's light, and a force even more powerful than before burst out from him, striking Yin Changpi on the ground.
Smoke and dust rose up, and Yan Baibai saw Yin Changpi's body flying towards the open space outside the side hall like a kite with a broken string.
Yan Baibai sighed inwardly. In a situation like that, unless a miracle happened, Yin Changpi, who was at the Golden Core stage, couldn't withstand the full force of the angry Jueqing Buddhist disciple at the Spiritual Transformation stage. She looked away, unable to bear the sight of Yin Changpi's suffocation.
"Master Baibai, don't sigh, the person is not dead."
A familiar voice came to his mind again, and Yan Baibai realized that they now had the same consciousness. He heard her sigh and noticed that she looked away.
And she also heard the "shi" sound in his mouth, as well as the familiar, long-lost tone that he suddenly couldn't hide.
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