"Okay, okay, okay!"

After hearing He Mengxue's words, Buddha put his palms together and sighed, "I never expected that you, a female monk, would be so courageous. It really surprises me!"

After a pause, he looked at Sect Leader Qiu and others again, and said, "And you, even though you are ants, you dare to shake the Nine Heavens Kunpeng. This courage is commendable!"

Sect Leader Qiu and others all had fierce eyes, clenched their fists, and had overwhelming murderous intent.

No one retreated, no one was afraid.

Even though this Buddha is like a big mountain lying in front of everyone, no one is afraid of him.

"However, courage is courage, and strength is strength!"

"Xu Dong snatched the nine-death grass from me and severely injured me. Master Puhui and others were also seriously injured. I must avenge this!"

Buddha suddenly changed the subject, and then his eyes became cold.

"Now that others are still in hell, let's take it out on you first!"

After saying this, Buddha clicked his fingers.

He saw a golden beam of light suddenly shooting out from his palm, crossing the void in an instant and arriving at He Mengxue's side.

When He Mengxue saw this, she remained calm even though she was frightened. She used her sword skills to control a flying sword and slashed forward.

Although these flying swords are not spiritual treasures, they are not trivial. Especially when activated by the sword array, there is no problem in instantly killing the peak of the early universe.

But in front of that golden beam, it was like fragile glass, shattering in one blow.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several crisp sounds were heard in succession, and all the flying swords turned into powder, falling down in large numbers.

"Whoosh!"

Then, the golden beam of light entangled He Mengxue like a rope.

He Mengxue shivered instantly.

She could feel that her true energy was blocked and could not be used at all.

Moreover, there was a divine power that traveled along her limbs and bones.

Wherever it passed, even the power of Qi and blood became dormant.

It is no exaggeration to say that He Mengxue has now become a mortal.

A true mortal!

"This is a dragon-binding rope. It is condensed from the pure essence of Buddhism. It can tie up even ferocious beasts, let alone monks."

"Now your true energy has been completely blocked, and you have become nothing but salted fish on the chopping block."

"The more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. In the end, it will cut your body into pieces, so I would like to advise you, if you don't want to die, stop it quickly!"

Fozi looked at He Mengxue and said calmly.

"Snow!"

"Miss He!"

When Qiu Sect Leader and others heard this, they felt as if they were struck by lightning, and quickly came to He Mengxue's side, their eyes extremely surprised.

Turn the true essence into a rope and seal all the monk's combat power at once!

What kind of terrifying magical power is this?

And He Mengxue bit her silver teeth and tried her best to circulate her true energy.

But as soon as she exerted her strength, she let out a cry of pain, and saw the golden rope, shining with divine light, gradually tightening.

There were traces of blood on He Mengxue's crystal clear body!

"Don't waste your efforts!"

"My methods cannot be broken by you!"

When Buddha saw this scene in front of him, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Let Xue'er go!"

Su Yuwei couldn't help it.

She and He Mengxue have the best relationship. Now seeing Xueer being bullied like this, how can she tolerate it?

He immediately shouted coldly and urged the power of ice to step forward.

But it was useless. In front of Buddha, her cultivation level was too low, and she could not withstand every move of Buddha.

In an instant, Su Yuwei was also

It was tied up with a golden rope and couldn't move at all.

"Miss Su, are you okay?"

Sect Master Qiu quickly supported her.

"I, I'm fine, I just can't mobilize my true energy!"

Su Yuwei's pretty face turned pale, as if she was suffering from something.

"Your uncle! I will kill you bald ass today!"

Xiao Fan and Shang Chenmu had hot tempers. When they saw this scene, their eyes immediately turned red. They gathered their true energy and rushed towards them one on the left and the other on the right.

They are extremely fast and have many methods. After all, they are the Seventh Son of Zhongzhou.

But in front of Buddhist disciples, it is still not enough.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Moreover, Buddha completely lost his patience at this time and moved his hands in the air.

Golden beams of light shot out from the palms of his fingers and turned into ropes, finding everyone accurately.

Trap them one after another!

Xiao Fan paused and fell directly from the void.

Shang Chenmu struggled and roared, trying to break free, but was strangled by the golden rope, and most of his body was covered in blood.

Sect Master Qiu and Master Lu Gu were equally miserable.

These people, all the way from Zhongzhou to Xihe, encountered too many dangers and crises, but none of them were as dangerous as this one.

With so many people joining forces, they were actually restrained by Buddha in an instant!

Moreover, Fozi looked effortless, as if dealing with them was no different from dealing with ants.

At this moment, after finishing dealing with everyone, Buddha stepped forward calmly with his hands behind his back.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was very strange, very evil, and no different from the devil!

"Is this the Buddha from Bodhi Temple?"

"What kind of ability is bullying the weak? If I were at the same level as you, I could suppress you easily!"

"We were brought here by Master Huijing, please let us go quickly!"

"Buddha! Don't let me find a chance to escape!"

The Buddha listened quietly, his face remained calm.

When he came to the crowd, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, you won't have a chance to escape!"

After a pause, he turned his gaze and looked at He Mengxue, "I'm curious, you stupid woman, are you really not afraid of death?"

"The Purple Sky Divine Sword is just a low-level spiritual treasure. For it, are you really willing to offend a Buddhist like me?"

He Mengxue gritted her teeth and remained silent.

"Oh, right!"

At this time, Buddha suddenly remembered something and said, "I heard Master Ciguang mention it before that there seems to be a parasitic soul in your spiritual treasure!"

"Could it be that what you care about is not the Zixiao Divine Sword, but the ghost cultivator?"

"Interesting, interesting!"

"In that case, I will force him out and see who he is!"

After saying that, he flicked his fingers again, and a pure Buddha's light shot directly into the scabbard of the Zixiao Divine Sword.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

The scabbard was still as quiet as usual.

But in an instant, like a burning fire cooking oil, streams of black gas emerged from it, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded.

"Whoosh!"

An illusory figure emerged from the scabbard.

It was a black mist.

The mist kept changing, and it let out painful roars. It was obvious that it had suffered a lot of damage under the pure Buddha's light.

After she finally recovered, she suddenly paused and a woman's figure appeared.

If not that Dendrobium, who else could it be?

At this moment, Yinhu's eyes seemed to have traveled through a thousand years of reincarnation and fell on the Buddha's face.
Chapter completed!