When I saw that half of the remains of the demon cultivator were still in a state of dilapidated bones, while the other half were shaped like the golden bodies of Buddhas, Taoists and Arhats.
Li Qingran just found it unbelievable.
This kind of thing should be impossible.
The Buddha's energy and the devil's energy restrain each other, unless the devil has already accepted the Buddha, or the Buddha is the devil!
So, the remains of the demon cultivators are controlled by the Buddhist disciples? Zen... or, Burning Purification?!
"I didn't want to use this method, but you forced me to do it!"
Huikong didn't even bother to act anymore. The Demon Cultivator's Remains put his hands together and pushed forward with one palm.
All I saw were white bones wrapped in Buddha's light, and a giant hand that was half devil and half Buddha flew in front of me in the blink of an eye.
Li Qingran took away all the high-quality thunder and fire talismans.
Boom boom boom——!
Lightning and fire struck from the sky, partially offsetting the Demon Buddha's giant palm.
The remaining thunder and fire continued to smash towards the remains of the demon cultivator, but were blocked by the shield propped up by the Arhat golden body of the remains of the demon cultivator.
"Donor, just obey me, and you will suffer less."
Huikong put his hands together and raised one palm.
This palm was even more powerful, and a swastika condensed in mid-air and pressed down.
This female cultivator has used first-grade, medium-grade, and top-grade thunder and fire talismans.
Top quality talismans are already extremely rare.
He just didn't believe that the other party could get a rarer and more exquisite item.
However, the next second.
Huikong saw Li Qingran reaching for his storage bag.
"Amitābha! No way!?"
Huikong's eyes went dark, and he felt something was absurd.
Because the other party really took out the top-grade Thunder and Fire Talisman.
And there are two!
Isn't Jian Ge the poorest sect in Cang Yun Realm?
The Jian Ge brothers-in-law don't have enough resources, and the Jian Ge elders and the sect can only rely on robbery to supplement the sect's resources?
Are these rumors all false?
Otherwise, why would this female cultivator from the Sword Pavilion have so many precious talismans?
Who is the proud one in the holy land?
Li Qingran didn't know that her actions had caused a Buddhist to suspect.
She held two top-grade lightning and fire talismans in her hands. Purple-gold flames ignited at the edges of the talisman papers, and lightning patterns drawn on the cinnabar twisted like snakes, burning up in a moment.
Two dull thunderous noises rang out in the sky.
“Not good!” Huikong felt a strong sense of alarm in his heart, as top-grade thunder talismans were indeed rare.
When he had a premonition of the power of thunder, he had already had goosebumps all over his body. At this moment, he did not care to hide his identity any longer and directly offered the remains of the demon cultivator as a sacrifice. His life-saving magic weapon, the Nine-ring Tin Staff, hung above his head and turned into a golden bowl engraved with inscriptions of burning characters, which fell upside down.
The sky seemed to be torn open.
A golden lightning column as thick as a bucket pierced straight down and hit the golden bowl, instantly transforming into thousands of golden snakes.
Huikong, who was controlling the remains of the demon cultivator, felt a huge pressure coming upon him.
Despite the protection of the shield, the remaining demon cultivators still melted away in the brilliant righteous energy.
Snap——!
The second thunder fell.
The golden bowl broke into pieces.
A hundred miles away, Monk Huikong, who was sitting in front of the sect's ruins, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The lightning dissipated, and all the grass and trees within a hundred feet radius turned to ashes.
Two overlapping pits appeared in front of Li Qingran. In one of the pits, the remains of a demon cultivator swayed and fell to the ground.
Only the head that had not been burned by the lightning and fire still retained half of its Arhat face.
The white teeth opened and closed, conveying the true voice of Monk Huikong without any disguise.
"Okay, okay! I wanted to capture you to take advantage of this opportunity! Since you are so ignorant of courtesy..."
In front of the sect's ruins, Monk Huikong made a seal with his hands: "Put Sumi in a mustard seed, and look at the three thousand as one dust particle! Cross without a gap!"
As soon as the words fell, the whole person disappeared from the spot in an instant.
Only a bodhi leaf was left, which was blown away by the wind and turned into sand.
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Wu Jian Du - similar to the Taoist method of shrinking the earth.
Although flying is prohibited in the small secret realm, secret methods similar to shrinking the ground are available.
However, this kind of secret method requires extremely high talent for cultivation, otherwise one can only be qualified to enter after reaching the Yuan Infant stage.
Monk Huikong's natural talent was there, and he had already mastered the Wujiandu in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.
He walked out of the Buddha's light and stood on the remains and ashes of the demon cultivator.
"Amitabha."
Monk Huikong clasped his hands together, and blood gushed out of his eyes, mouth and nose.
Crossing a hundred meters in a very short time was nothing for a Yuanying monk.
But he only had a golden elixir, and forcibly activating the secret technique caused him to suffer heavy injuries. However, even so, it was more than enough to deal with the foundation-building great perfection in front of him.
"You?!"
Li Qingran looked at Monk Huikong in front of him with horror.
The appearance of the monk Huikong of Fenjing Buddha is very recognizable and there is no mistaking him, with a small head on top of his muscular body.
That face was still as gentle as a woman's. Even though it was bleeding from all seven orifices, it did not look ferocious, but rather had a kind of demonic and evil feeling.
However.
There is no comparison with Master's handsome and tragic face.
She felt disgusted by the sight of such a body and such a face, as if the other person's body was pieced together.
"Female donor, you have already seen the poor monk's face, which means you must follow the poor monk tomorrow!"
A Buddha's light rose from behind Huikong, and the pressure from the late Jindan stage shook the flying ashes in the thunder pit into a dark cloud, blocking the surrounding vision.
"My three senior brothers from Jian Ge are missing. Is it you who are responsible? Is it you who have the conspiracy to trap all the demons? What have you done to them?"
Monk Huikong said nothing, but walked closer step by step.
He answered with a smile on his face.
The ground was shaking.
With every step he took, he grew thirty feet taller and his body swelled ten feet.
After seven steps, he had become a gigantic Buddha, shaking the ground.
Li Qingran's face darkened slightly, but he was not afraid. He just held the string tightly.
The great perfection of foundation building and the great perfection of qi and breath reaching the golden elixir and wisdom emptiness... This is bound to be a tough battle.
She thought about controlling the remains to cultivate Buddhism, and also thought about Zen Buddhism and the Holy Land of Purification, but the secular impression of the holy land still constrained her thinking.
But now, the bloody facts are already in front of us.
"Donor, please follow the poor monk for a while!"
Monk Huikong waved his hand, and a golden Buddha's hand grabbed Li Qingran.
Li Qingran stared at the illusory Buddha's hand, and the first and second moves of the Green Lotus Sword appeared in his mind. He held the sword guard with his left hand and was about to strike the sword.
At this time,
Huh——!
A blood-red blade light flew from behind him.
First cut off the hand of the illusory Buddha, and then cut off the arm of Huikong.
"Master Huikong, no one can take you away from me forever."
A tall figure suddenly appeared on a stone pillar behind Li Qingran.
A blood moon hangs in the sky, and lines of frost condense in the cracks between the blue bricks.
Mo Shumei stepped on the moonlight, and the white gauze on the scabbard moved in the wind.
"How long?"
[Not for a quarter of an hour.] The magic knife trembled.
“That’s enough!”
As soon as the words fell, Mo Shumei transformed into a demonic shadow and jumped down from the stone pillar.
The knife points at Huikong.
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