It is worthy of being called the Jiwu Emperor's weapon. A mere Saint Realm insignificant person can actually rely on the Emperor's weapon to force me, a late Quasi-Emperor, to retreat three steps.
Deep voice:
"This spear has a connection with my Buddha. Its killing intent is too strong and needs to be purified by my Buddha."
"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
After saying this, he was about to step forward and take the spear for himself, with a look of compassion on his face, as if snatching other people's weapons in the name of purification was a great merit.
As for Qin Yu on the ground, he didn't care at all. According to his divine sense, the other party could only activate the imperial weapon once. Qin Yu now posed no threat at all.
"Haha, this guy has a connection with my Buddha," Qin Chang's servile voice came again.
"Sure enough, this is the moral code of Buddhists in every world. I've heard this nonsense so many times that my ears are numb."
"I also feel that I have a connection with your mother. This Mount Xumi also has a connection with me. Please give way and stand on my territory."
Qin Yu on the ground looked at me with admiration. The old ancestor was so majestic that he seemed to speak out all my thoughts like a mouthpiece.
Hearing this, Huikong stopped, frowned, and looked straight at Qin Changye.
Where did this ignorant person come from? He has such a foul mouth!
He should be punished by having his tongue pulled out.
Ordinary people?
Huikong sensed it carefully, but still couldn't see through Qin Changbei.
At most, he is an ordinary person who has seen a little bit.
While he was observing Qin Changbei carefully, Nangong Yan was also staring at him.
It's him!
Nangong Yan's breathing became rapid, her delicate body began to tremble violently, her hands were clenched tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, blood oozed out, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
She would never forget this face!
It was this Huikong, with a hideous face, who on that day peeled the Netherworld Orb from his sister's body alive, and then killed her with a palm.
But when he thought of the terrifying aura that had just erupted from Huikong's body, Nangong Yan's eyes were filled with despair.
So strong!
Unexpectedly, with the help of the Netherworld Treasure, this thief's cultivation level increased so quickly that in just a few thousand years, he was already at the top of the world. Even the imperial weapon just now could not hurt him.
What's more, behind the other party stood the giant Buddhist sect.
Is there anyone in this world who can avenge me?
Thinking of this, Nangong Yan's body shook and seemed to be on the verge of falling.
Seeing this, Qin Changye gently embraced her, leaned her against his body, and said softly:
"It's okay, I'm here."
Hearing this, Nangong Yan raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but then he fell silent again.
She just thought that Qin Changbei was comforting herself and didn't hold much hope.
Qin Lang was still too bookish and knew too little about Buddhism, so he didn't realize how terrifying it was.
"Is it him?" Qin Changye continued to ask.
"yes."
"Oh, that's fine. What do you want to do with it?"
"I wish I could eat his flesh, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, grind his bones into ashes." Nangong Yan knew he was going to die, so he let go.
Hearing this, Qin Changye indeed shook his head.
"That won't do. The donkey meat is too old and the blood is too smelly. It's better to just grind the bones and scatter them to ashes."
Seeing the two of them talking to each other and criticizing each other as if no one was around, it seemed as if I had already surrendered.
Huikong laughed out of anger.
"Hahaha,"
"Tai, since you want to die so badly, I will grant your wish."
A cold look flashed in his eyes. Ever since he became a Buddhist, he couldn't remember how many years it had been since anyone dared to ignore him like this.
It seems that Buddhism has been keeping a low profile for too long, and the world has forgotten the horror of Buddhism.
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