At the same time, Ye Qiao in the secret realm followed the Buddhist sect carefully and found that the group of people went directly to the inner circle. She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She had stayed in the Yunyan Secret Realm for more than ten days, fighting wits and courage with monsters and evil cultivators the whole time, and she had never dared to go to the inner circle.
After all, the periphery was already dangerous enough, and she couldn't even imagine the situation inside.
The Buddhist practitioners were obviously well aware of this. The further inland they went, the greater the chance of encountering a big monster. They took a deep breath and tried their best to conceal their own breath. They walked very carefully, but still felt as if they were being watched with a thorn in their back.
The Son of God looked back frequently, still not knowing what was following them.
Ye Qiao winked at several demon kings, asking them to go over and block the way and find out the details of this Son of God.
Immediately, a flying beast couldn't wait to jump down lightly from the treetop, its sharp claws bent into hooks, and it swooped down excitedly.
Its movements were light and its ambush angle from the air was also excellent. If the Nascent Soul stage monster swung its claws down, it was entirely predictable that it would cause a bloody belly ripped open.
"Here it comes." The Son of God whispered two words, and the corners of his white robe outlined with gold threads lifted up a slight arc. Looking down from a high distance, the dazzling golden light enveloped the entire secret realm. The monster that swooped down let out a sharp cry, and the moment it was enveloped by the light, it suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string, and began to fall to the ground and twitch uncontrollably.
The young man lightly tapped the petals with his fingertips, and the monster's body gradually swelled up, exploding without warning like fireworks.
The blood mist dissipated from the air and was blocked by a thin barrier. The Son of God in white lowered his spotless eyes with a cold expression.
Ye Qiao took a breath.
Is this the Son of God of Buddhism???
If the Son of God can be so cruel and ruthless, it would be better for her to do it, really.
Just as Ye Qiao was complaining in her heart, a golden petal fell on her shoulder. Ye Qiao subconsciously waved it lightly, and in a moment the golden petal shattered like gold powder all over her face.
The seemingly harmless gold powder triggered the defensive talisman on her body. Her chest suddenly felt hot, she turned her head, and her heartbeat quickened instantly.
Discovered?
Ye Qiao had never been discovered so easily before. The Son of God obviously didn't notice that there was anyone on the tree, but it was the golden flower that discovered him.
She looked down immediately.
The young man under the tree also discovered her whereabouts and looked straight at her. The corners of his lips curled up a little bit. He seemed gentle, but his eyes were extremely sharp, as if he was going to liberate himself in the next second.
What bright flowers.
Ye Qiao was dazzled and looked at the thing in his hand.
This lotus gave her a bad feeling.
It looked very similar to Miaomiao's Pure World Lotus, but that blue lotus had a gentle power of purification, and this flower gave her the feeling that she would be torn to pieces by the soul at any moment.
She looked strange. She was sure that her breath-holding technique could be restrained even in the face of the tribulation, but the flower had settled on her body? The other demon kings hadn't noticed it, but only pounced on her?
Why the fuck.
Ye Qiao felt secretly resentful.
The demon kings in the dark were all looking at her. At this moment, as long as she gave the order, they would pounce on those Buddhist practitioners and tear them to pieces.
Seeing this, she gave the monsters a look, signaling them to be patient.
She guessed that the purpose of these Buddhist practitioners coming to the secret realm was not just for her.
Otherwise, they would not have rushed to the inner circle in the first place. Ye Qiao originally wanted to let the monsters find out their details, but now that he has been discovered, he might as well do it himself.
When Ye Qiao was thinking about all sorts of things, suddenly a palm print hit the trunk of the tree from under the tree. The whole tree was uprooted by the huge palm print. She restrained her expression slightly and landed on the ground immediately.
As soon as she landed, she found that all the escape routes behind her were blocked. She kept her expression unchanged, smiled brightly and said hello, "Hi."
The young man turned his head and didn't waste any words with her. He flicked the lotus on his fingertips lightly, and golden light shone brightly at this moment.
A golden bell fell straight down on her head.
Ye Qiao wanted to step back and run away, but she felt a sudden burn on her back and was hit head-on. She stretched out her hand and knocked on the Golden Bell Cover, trying to break it with a fist, but it didn't move at all. She shook her hand and made a slight "crack" sound. She was surprised that something was so hard.
"Are you Ye Qiao?" The Son of God looked coldly at Ye Qiao who was imprisoned in the golden bell, and said the first words to her.
Ye Qiao flatly denied: "You got the wrong person."
It’s true that her name outside the secret realm is Ye Qiao, but what does this have to do with her inside the secret realm?
As long as she denies it, can the Son of God still force her to admit it?
However, this person had no intention of chatting with her. The young man turned around with a gloomy look, and swung out his palm print, which suddenly condensed into a big palm and slapped her.
Ye Qiao was trapped inside the golden bell with nowhere to escape.
At the same time, other Buddhist practitioners took action one after another, and countless palm prints passed through the golden bell and attacked her.
Ye Qiao's face darkened slightly. Since he couldn't dodge, he simply gave up. He raised his eyes and stared at the tracks of more than a dozen palm prints. He stepped on the ground decisively without moving his feet. The bombing-like attack caused wind and sand to fill the scene, and soon the dust dissipated.
He was slightly stunned.
Ye Qiao didn't even move his feet, but he was able to receive more than ten palm strikes inside the Golden Bell Cover.
The young man's eyes dimmed.
Are you kidding? Qin Fanfan and the leader of the Sword-Wen Sect have both trained her with palm seals. She can easily withstand three palm strikes during the tribulation and fusion stages, let alone a group of Jindan stage cultivators.
Compared with the speed and power of their palm prints, which caused Qin Fanfan to fly backwards the next second after she threw out her palms, they were nothing.
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