Monk Mingxing was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he watched with a smile as Monk Minghai cursed at the top of his lungs, enjoying the incompetent whine of his junior brother like a defeated dog.

Only a few novice monks in Monk Minghai's courtyard seemed to have some real feelings for Monk Minghai.

Their lips moved and they murmured a few words in a low voice to Monk Mingxing.

Monk Mingxing glanced sideways at the few novice monks, sighed slowly, and glanced a little regretfully at Monk Minghai, who was imprisoned by the Tianlong Zen staff and was constantly being burned by the Buddhist flames gushing from the Zen staff.

"May I ask, senior brother, where did you come from? What happened? I wonder if senior brother wandered here, or is this Xilan Village originally the dojo that senior brother has chosen?" Monk Mingxing smiled and pointed at Lu Qian with the index finger of his right hand.

"Zeng Zeng Zeng" three crisp sounds came from the fingertips, and three blood-colored fire needles as thin as cow hairs spurted out, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and fiercely pierced Lu Qian's eyebrows and the two left and right eyes.

Eyes.

Monk Mingxing had a pleasant look on his face, but his attacks were extremely vicious and merciless, just like when he attacked and killed the Great Heavenly Lord Zhijiang before.

When the three fire needles pierced Lu Qian, the sharp sound of breaking through the air was earth-shattering.

Silently, a flash of blood flashed behind Lu Yi, and another Mingxing monk held the Vajra pestle that had previously severely injured the Great Heavenly Lord Ji Kang, and struck Lu Yi in the back of the heart with great ferocity.

Behind Lu Qian, a large area of ​​five-color divine light suddenly vibrated, and the void was turned upside down and chaotic. The large area of ​​void was like the tiny scales on the wings of a butterfly, one by one, chaotic, folded, interlaced, and twisted... The void was like a toy, and extremely powerful things happened in an instant.

Subtle and complex changes.

This blood shadow holding a vajra and sneaking up on Lu Yi's heart was caught off guard and was involved in the chaotic and changing spatial turbulence.

I heard a cry, and the blood shadow made a "puff" sound, as if it was crisscrossed by tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of extremely sharp long knives at the same time. The body was cut into countless small particles the size of sesame seeds, with wisps of them.

Thin streams of bloody light shattered and scattered in all directions.

Only the vajra in his hand is worthy of the name of 'Vajra' and is extremely hard.

Lu Chen shattered the void with the 'Space Avenue' and strangled it with space turbulence. The vajra pestle was still shining brightly. No matter how it was blown by the space turbulence, large sparks continued to splash on the vajra, without any scratches on the surface.

Lu Qian was horrified and moved.

What a Buddhist treasure... with his current level of cultivation, he can't shake it at all!

It's a pity that such a precious treasure has been tarnished by the so-called "Pudu Buddha Dharma". A deep bloody light flashed in the treasure pestle, revealing an evil and filthy Taoist charm, which is exactly what a "Vajra pestle" should be.

The rhythm of Buddhism's avenue goes in the opposite direction.

"You guys, this is such a waste of natural resources!"

Lu Qian sneered: "This kind of treasure is really wasted in your hands!"

Lu Qian roared loudly, and the Great Brahma Thunder Sound activated again.

The bloody Vajra suddenly shook, and a Vajra lion roar rose into the sky from the Vajra. The deep blood light inside the Vajra suddenly exploded, and a bit of Vajra's immortal Buddha nature turned into a stubborn little fire.

Swaying from the depths of the vajra, it was like a grass seed crushed by a boulder, growing tenaciously and struggling stubbornly.

Although this treasure pestle has been tarnished by evil methods, its essence is still there, and its core origin has not been destroyed.

Monk Mingxing, who had been smiling all the time, cursed "Damn it" angrily. As a bit of golden light in the vajra swayed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. Even the corners of his two big eyes suddenly burst, and two lines of blood and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Come down.

"Come!" Lu Qian waved towards the vajra, which was wrapped in bloody flames but with a bit of golden light at its core constantly flashing.

In the mind of Landa Buddha, a secret mantra for washing away evil spirits and refining Buddha treasures emerged.

Lu Qian did not hesitate to spend his magic power, and even ignited a ray of essence and blood, and used the magical power of the Great Brahma's Thunder Sound to activate this secret spell. Small golden flowers spurted out from his mouth, turning into a rain of flowers all over the sky, towards

The vajra fell down.

The lion's roar inside the vajra sounded one after another, each one more majestic and each one louder than the other.

The blood light on the surface of the treasure pestle was washed to pieces, and wisps of extremely rhythmic ancient lines shone with golden light, spreading continuously on the surface of the treasure pestle.

She even took the initiative to dodge, and suddenly arrived in front of Lu Yi. There were three loud sounds of "Clang, Clang, Clang," and the three fire needles shot by Monk Mingxing were stopped by the radiant Vajra.

The huge counterattack force directly shattered it into pieces.

Monk Mingxing was frightened and angry, and hissed: "Monk Thief, you are looking for death!"
Chapter completed!