Master, what path do you cultivate?

Not only the blood, but the sand, gravel and weeds under his feet also flowed back quickly with the blood.

It's like there is a black hole in the ruins of the house in the backyard of the Pagoda Temple, which is continuously absorbing things from the outside.

Lu Bing noticed something strange behind him and wanted to speed up his pace and escape with Jing Neng.

But then I saw two disciples from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in front of me, their mouths wide open in pain, and then their bodies exploded and blood splashed everywhere.

The blood that exploded in the air did not fall to the ground immediately, but condensed into blood-red threads to block the way out.

Lu Bing waved his hand with a whip, but the threads formed by the blood condensed into a network, like a trampoline, returning all the force of the whip.

Seeing this scene, Lu Bing was about to reach out and break it, but the house in the backyard of the pagoda temple behind him suddenly exploded.

Almost as soon as Lu Bing looked back, a huge blood-red "swastika" seal that was as tall as a person flew towards him.

Lu Bing dodged sideways and let the seal hit the ground. The huge energy splashed mud and blood everywhere.

But they saw a person flying out of the ruins in the backyard of the pagoda temple. Lu Bing and Jing Neng looked at it carefully and found that it was actually a young monk.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, his skin was too fair, which made people uncomfortable, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be full of blood.

He was wearing a blood-red cassock and the same red Buddhist beads. Lu Bing had seen Jiang Chen wearing similar clothes before with his blood control technique.

It was not some knitted material, but made of blood.

The young monk stepped barefoot on the rubble. Although he was smiling, everyone present except Lu Bing and Fen Ye could feel a sense of oppression that was close to suffocation.

At this distance, Lu Bing could not judge the strength of the opponent, but this feeling was definitely not something that humans could have.

Is it possible that this little monk is the "Jie Chen" who Ji Qinglin said is really going to resurrect the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple? Did they really do it?

In addition to the pilgrims outside who were still fighting and fighting, the monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple had stopped and stared at the young monk, their eyes full of excitement.

Fen Ye looked at the young monk's appearance and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice:

"finished?"

The little monk stretched out his white arm and shook it:

"It's almost there, the rest can be done on it."

The voice was Ah Qing's.

At this time, the blood on the ground around the pagoda temple was constantly gathering on the young monk's body.

Lu Bing protected Jing Neng behind him and whispered:

"Find a way to escape yourself, and I'll deal with him."

Jing Neng knew that he could only hold back here, so he turned around and prepared to tear open the blood web.

Seeing this scene, the Aqing Buddha Bead using Jiechen's body turned in front of him to form a blood-red light surface, and then he got into it.

Relying on his sense of murderous aura, Lu Bing turned around and kicked away Jing Neng who was about to tear open the blood web.

Almost at the same time, Ah Qing's blood-colored hand knife stretched out from the blood net, almost splitting Jing Neng in half.

Lu Bing used a water whip to guard against the knife, but the surprise in his eyes was not much less than that of the others on the field.

No matter how far you reach in scientific cultivation, in the final analysis, it is all about the movement of Qi. No matter how mysterious the technique is, it can always be explained, and no matter how fast the speed is, it must always be in line with the true strength.

But the little monk in front of him performed a space shuttle in front of him.

Even Lu Bing, who had seen so many techniques, couldn't help but frown.

It was obvious that the young monk in front of him could not be treated as a normal Qi practitioner.

Seeing it was Lu Bing, Ah Qing snorted and said:

"Mizuo?"

Hearing that voice, Lu Bing immediately recognized the young monk as Ah Qing, whom he had stopped in a grocery store in Bangkok.

Before he could speak to stall for time, the strength in Ah Qing's hands suddenly increased. Even though Lu Bing put a pair of arms in front of him to protect him, his whole body still flew out diagonally, dragging a long trace on the ground.

Ah Qing then gently raised his hand and waved upwards, and the blood on the ground swayed upwards, throwing out slender spikes of more than ten centimeters.

Fortunately, after landing, Lu Bing jumped up in time, turned back to perform the sword technique, and the drink beside him turned into dozens of sharp blades and shot straight at Ah Qing.

Ah Qing closed his eyes, and the blood-red golden bell instantly enveloped his body.

Whoosh whoosh!

Keep all water blades out.

The quality of the golden bell is completely different from the one used by the monk Jiechen just now.

Fen Ye saw that A Qing was not in a hurry to fight quickly, and knew that he must be adapting to the ability of this body.

With Ah Qing's current strength, Fen Ye knew that his current right to speak was limited, so he did not stop him.

Seeing that Lu Bing was being restrained, he simply killed Jing Neng who was trapped by the disciples of Wanfo Temple.

Jing Neng, who had suffered several waves of injuries, could barely deal with these remnants of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. Seeing that Fen Ye was coming to kill him, he turned around and ran away quite rationally.

Fen Ye's black flame air blade gathered his hands, and he was about to catch up with Jing Neng.

Bloodshot threads gathered around him and the wall blocking the exit suddenly burst into flames, followed by several tongues of flames spraying directly towards Fen Ye's face.

Fen Ye was caught off guard by a sneak attack. Before he could see his opponent clearly in the flames, he was slapped on the chest by the opponent's palm, and his whole body slid out.

But he saw a woman in a yellow dress walking out from behind the burnt blood-streaked wall. It was Chiye who had set fire to Wanfo Temple before.

Even outside the blood wall, some scenes could be vaguely seen, but after entering, Chi Ye was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

It was still a warm and harmonious gathering of pilgrims when I left, but now it has completely turned into a Shura field.

Lu Bing saw Chi Ye running back, and for a moment he didn't know whether to praise her for being cool or scold her for being stupid.

With the help of Ah Qing's bloody Buddha seal, Lu Bing slid to Chi Ye's side and said:

"Take that bald donkey and leave quickly! I'll wean you off!"

Chiye saw that although Bing'er was not injured for the time being, she was already breathing heavily, while the young monk opposite was completely calm and composed, and the blood on the ground seemed to be continuously gathering towards him.

In addition, although he and Fen Ye had just made a sneak attack, Chi Ye had also seen Fen Ye's full strength, and he was indeed no match in the end.

Rescue has been called outside, but no one can guarantee when those bastards will arrive.

Thinking of Chi Ye, he suddenly raised his hand and said:

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Don't do anything yet! Mr. Qing, right? Can you let me say a word?"

Ah Qing, who was holding the beads and absorbing the blood on the ground, turned around and saw Chi Ye, knowing that she was Ji Qinglin's disciple.

Anyway, my absorption is not over yet, and it will take time, so I replied:

"speak!"

After hearing this, Lu Bing secretly took a breath and secretly gathered strength.

Chiye smiled and said:

"Mr. Ah Qing, there is no point in delaying it like this. Don't you just want the life of this master of pure energy? Go and get it. Is it okay to let us two sisters go?"

As soon as these words came out, Jing Neng, who had been protected for a long time, opened his eyes wide and said:

"you this"

Chi Ye glared at Jing Neng and said:

"What are you doing? We have done our best to protect you until now. There is no need to take risks for you. The Buddha said you will not go to hell. Who will go to hell? Master, please go away. We will go out alive and erect a monument for you."

Jing Neng's mood was indeed a bit complicated when he heard this. He really had no reason or position to ask others to protect him.

But after being protected for so long, it felt strange to suddenly be abandoned.

Jing Neng gritted his teeth and said:

"Forget it, thank you both for your help today! If you have any problem, you can come to me. Just let these two female donors go."

Ah Qing chuckled and said:

"You don't have much capital to negotiate terms with me? It won't take much to kill you three."

When Chi Ye heard this, he showed no fear on his face and said with a smile:

"Maybe, but if you do that, I'm afraid the master will fight to the death against Mr. Ah Qing."

"Do you think Ji Qinglin can threaten me?"

"Don't dare! It's just that you should know very well that our master is very annoying many times. He can't kill him or get rid of him, but he still has to guard against everything. It's like a dog-skin plaster that sticks to it and it's very troublesome."

Ah Qing actually didn't care about the threats Chi Ye said.

But she did give herself a reminder:

Ever since Ji Qinglin was not killed for the first time on Chidao, he was sure that this guy was becoming more and more like an immortal like himself.

And no matter what, he and Ji Qinglin are from the same ancestral lineage as immortals, and his soul may be needed to suffer the pain of soul disappearance and to deal with Lian.

If they really both died together, I'm afraid it would be of no benefit to anyone. At least there is no need now. If you catch these two, you can get the immortal's body in Ji Qinglin's hands.

"If you really want to beg for mercy, go ahead and kill that monk with your own hands."

Ah Qing's request was on the one hand to confirm that the two of them were not wasting time, and on the other hand to prepare for blaming Ji Qinglin for today's massacre in the future.

As a result, it is absolutely impossible for the secret police to handle cases in the Buddhist country of East India, and even Buddhist saints will hold them accountable.

Chi Ye did not hesitate when he heard this. He pulled out the Nine Dragon Fan from his waist and walked between Lu Bing and Master Jing Neng.

Jing Neng also thought about it. He closed his eyes and raised his neck to kill.

Lu Bing looked back pretending to be curious.

But before Chi Ye could pretend to take action, Lu Bing tacitly released all the charged blow that Chi Ye had just bought for delaying his time.

All rivers return to the sea.

A powerful surge of energy suddenly burst out from Lu Bing.

The bits and pieces of water carried the energy like turbulent waves, smashing all the disciples of Wanfo Temple around, and Fen Ye was also bounced away by this huge force.

Ah Qing's face showed anger without moving at all, but the blood under his body was also washed away a lot.

Seizing this opportunity, Lu Bing grabbed Jing Neng and Chi Ye, stepped on the waves, turned around and slid down the mountain.

Before Fen Ye could stand still, he directly ordered:

"Chase! Don't let them run away!"

Ah Qing, on the other hand, snorted coldly and looked at the three people who had pulled away from each other from a distance. His unique energy gathered in his palms and shot out suddenly.

Blood-stained rivers·Buddha's heaven-reaching palm.

Lu Bing originally relied on the water power under his feet to lead the two of them to escape, so it was not convenient to adjust the direction.

Seeing the unbearable blood palm that covered the sky and sun and struck down, Lu Bing turned around and tried to block it forcefully.

But before Lu Bing could raise his hand, a cold light carrying a huge sword energy flew over his head.

The black knife hit Zhang Qi impartially.

boom!

At the same time as the energy exploded, the palm energy and sword intention dissipated at the same time.

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