Nightfall

In fact, it is not the wind, but the breath of heaven and earth, which is invisible to the naked eye and which the ordinary people can never perceive, revolves around the body of the first seat of the lecturing, thereby driving the flow of air.

The distance above the five realms is a realm that is difficult to understand, but this realm exists.

Between the passages or countless doors of the heaven and earth breath that cannot be seen by the naked eye, the master brother moves at an unimaginable speed or in a way that exceeds the speed, and the atmosphere of heaven and earth gradually rolls into a turbulent flow, and the first seat of the lecture and The real world is completely isolated.

The world seen in the first lecture is at this time countless monotonous lines. No sound can be heard, and his voice cannot be transmitted to the real world. He is temporarily separated from the real world.

Ning Que did not miss this opportunity, and began to escape while carrying Sang Sang.

The heaven and earth, the gods and buddhas transformed into heaven and earth, were broken into nothingness by the words of the master and brother, and the image was suddenly lost. They became countless glories of glories. The body and the head were stuck to the thickening blood of the two people, and the glitter was like inlaid with countless diamonds.

The two strong practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism have been surrounded from all sides. Instead of missing a few of them, they just found a relatively weak breakthrough point and found that seven appeared not far in front of them.

The first lecture was temporarily trapped by the master brother. The highest strength in the field is the seven masters. Ning lacks the most vigilant is him, and the strong man in the hanging temple did not give him any chance.

Faced with seven, facing the crowd of people in the White Pagoda Temple, Ning Que did not have the confidence to flee Sang Sang from Chaoyang City.

The crowd has gathered around and blocked the lakeshore bridges and hallways in the White Pagoda Temple. The ascetic monks of Buddhism began to gather, and two red-clothed priests appeared in the front of the crowd with more than ten Xiling **** guards.

Ning Que's body was slightly cold, but at the next moment, he noticed something very strange—the two red-clothed priests from the Xiling Temple had strange expressions on their faces.

The two priests in red, watching Ning Que running at high speed, were not vigilant or even frightened. Not angry, he seemed very calm, still with infinite respect in the calm and a touch of decisiveness.

Ning Que confirmed that he had not seen the two red-clad priests, and then he noticed that when the two red-clad priests showed respect and decisive expression, they did not look at themselves but at Sansang who was carrying them.

Two red-clothed priests stood beside the seven, and more than ten Xiling **** guards and dozens of ascetic monks were gathering towards them. The intention is to form a thick wall here to stop Ning Que.

The white blaze, slowly burning from the palms of these two red-clad priests, instantly illuminates the Buddhist temple that appears a bit quiet because of the clouds, it is Haotian Shenhui!

The eyes of more than ten Xiling **** guards, brightened by Haotian Shenhui, the previous fear of Ning Que became all confidence and pride, and the enthusiasm of the martyrs.

Seeing Haotian Shenhui lit up in the palms of the two red clothes priests, Ning Que's pupils shrank. There was great vigilance in his heart-Sang Sang, who was once the daughter of light, possessed the purest and holy **** of the world, and he was no stranger to Xiling's magical art. He knew that even in the Xiling Temple with countless powerful people, There are also very few priests who can practice divine arts. As a result, two of them appeared today, and the cost of His Highness is indeed not small!

Seeing Ning Que's figure getting closer and closer, the decisive expression in the eyes of the two red-clad priests was getting stronger and stronger, the expression was more solemn and pious, and the Haotian Shenhui burning in the palm of his hand was more and more intense.

Four holy white flames. From their palms up, the field was bright, and the seven masters looked at Ning Que, sighed, and slowly moved two steps to the side.

Ning Que understood what he meant by these two steps-if the seven masters and the two red-clad priests joined forces, he would not be able to rush through anyway, and he had not killed the little boy before. Seven gave him a chance to fight against the two powerful red priests.

However, whether it is Ning Que or the Seven Masters, there is no one thing that comes to mind. That is, these two red-clad priests from the Xiling Temple, at this time, the object of the magic technique is not Ningque, but ... they themselves.

The radiant flame of Haotian God spewed out from the palms of the two red-clad priests, spewed out from under their red robes, drilled out of the fine cloth gaps, and spewed out from their noses, eyes, and ears, From each of their hair and pores, the bodies of the two priests seemed to become two lights!

Seven masters instantly sensed the imminent danger, but they were too late to avoid it, snorting, sitting cross-legged on the ground, forming a lotus seal, and protecting their eyes with their hands.

The two red-clad priests looked at Sang Sang in the distance and calmly smiled, their smiles were very calm, and then their bodies were bright, suddenly, and ... exploded!

Two loud noises!

The breath of heaven and earth in the Baita Temple was suddenly chaotic. The lake was violently shaken. I do n’t know how many weeping willows broke and fell to the ground. Countless blood and broken limbs flew in the air, and I did n’t know how many people died in a flash.

Xiling Divine Art is the highest way to save people and cure diseases. However, who can imagine that once they burn themselves with light, they can kill, and they can have such terrifying power!

The black crowd crushed a large blank space by two self-explosive red priests. In that blank area, there was only death, and no one could stand.

As for the bodies of the two red-clad priests, they had already turned into fly ash in a horrible self-detonation, and no traces could be found. Only the fragments of the red cloth slowly fell in the air, like condensed blood.

A piece of red robes flew to Ning Que's shoulder, Sang Sang stretched out his slightly trembling fingers, picked up the piece of shredded clothes, the expression on her face looked a little confused ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She didn't know the two A priest in the red dress, why did she explode so tragically, but she saw the eyes of the two priests looking at herself before she died, so she knew that it was all for herself.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the pagoda in the White Pagoda Temple was full of grief. The wounded cry and groaning sounded everywhere. The blood flowed into the river, and the limbs piled up. The scene was terrible.

There are countless deep blood marks on the bodies of the seven masters, and there are still a lot of burnt marks. Although he has become a Buddha in the flesh, he is still seriously injured in the face of two Xiling red-clothed priests detonating themselves with magical skills. And if it wasn't for watching Ning Que come, he avoided two steps to the side, fearing that the injury would be more serious at this time.

He put down the palm covering his eyes and looked towards the field. His face became extremely grim. No figure of Ning Que and Pluto's daughter was found. The dozen black crows had flown to the distance.

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(I made a huge mistake, I thought I would write hungry, my spirit would be better, but I forgot that I was a foodie, so I wrote a huge uncomfortable, self-problem, I go to dinner first, and then continue to write, at least three chapters today .) (To be continued ...)