The long-bearded old monk's expression changed slightly, and he put away his contemptuous face.
"Old bald donkey, are you going to die if you don't insist? You obviously sensed the wrong direction, so you insist that your Grandpa Bear runs fast!" Bear grinned disdainfully, flapped his little wings, and his huge body disappeared again.
"You'll get old if you use the same move again!" The long-bearded old monk's eyes flashed. He didn't take back his soul just now. Now he thinks about it, since he can't catch you by following your body, then he can't catch you.
Block you before attacking.
“You can’t go wrong this time, here!”
Suddenly, the old monk with a long beard gave a loud shout of surprise, and his body exploded upwards. At the same time, the magic pestle bloomed with immeasurable light and struck down brazenly.
"Roar!"
A roar that shook the world resounded throughout the world, and a gray bear's paw appeared out of thin air, covering the entire sky. Endless murderous intent surged out, flooding the area, and many vegetation withered on the spot and turned into fly ash.
"Pfft!"
The bear's paw stepped directly on the golden Demon-Conquering Pestle. The Demon-Conquering Pestle only persisted for a moment before it shattered, and then the terrifying pressure filled the air and crashed down.
The poor long-bearded old monk didn't even have time to scream, and he was killed by Xiong Da together with the golden elixir of relics, turning into blood foam, and completely losing his soul.
"I guessed the direction correctly, but it's a pity that you misjudged your Grandpa Xiong's strength!" Xiong Da Yao walked out of the void with great power, still with that honest and deadly expression on his face.
"Senior Brother Changsu!"
The short-bearded old monk helplessly watched the long-bearded old monk die in front of his eyes. He cried out sadly, holding the broken demon-conquering pestle tightly in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.
"Tsk, tsk! Old bald donkey, death is like a lamp going out, nothing can be more sad than that. Amitabha!"
The pretentious Xiong stood up, bowed to the short-bearded old monk, and ran back to Li Qingming's side.
Li Qingming looked at the remaining thousands of Vajras, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas present with solemn eyes, and said: "If any of you are willing to surrender, I will let you go. If you still resist, then this old bald donkey will be your role model!"
"
"Beasts, the old monk will fight with you!" The short-bearded old monk's eyes were red, and hatred had gone to his head. He held the long-bearded old monk's broken demon-conquering pestle in both hands and rushed over.
"puff!"
With blood radiating everywhere, Xiong Da killed this shocking sub-sage power with one palm, ending his life.
"No, no! Escape, quickly escape to the Venerable Temple and the Buddha's Transformation Hall. The Great Elder and the Lord Buddha will definitely not let them go!"
Finally someone collapsed, they began to howl, and tried their best to use the Buddha power in their bodies to rush into the distance.
"Run? Can you run?" Li Qingming smiled coldly, waved his hand and said, "Let me kill you!"
"ah……"
Then, a more tragic incident began.
In the endless Buddhist realm, Buddhist sects enjoy the highest privileges.
They all stand aloof and keep saying that Buddhism saves the world with compassion, but behind the scenes, they crazily exploit ordinary people for the power of their personal beliefs, spiritual treasures, and materials refining.
Coupled with the incomprehensible hatred between the Daqian Realm and the Zhongtian World, Li Qingming will not feel any mercy or any psychological burden if he kills these monks.
"ah!"
"I don't want to die!"
The Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Vajras who were running away all screamed in agony. How could they, a group of monks from the Da Luo Jin Fairyland, stop the murderous footsteps of hundreds of quasi-sages?
More than a hundred quasi-sages, among thousands of Buddhist disciples, felt like they were in a deserted land. They killed the saints and Buddha stars, and blood flowed into rivers in the western world, with bones splattering everywhere!
As time passed, at the zenith of the moon, all the Buddhist sects in the West End were consecrated.
When everything fell silent, only blood was left here.
"Change the plan. We will divide our troops into five groups to destroy several secret areas of the Buddhist sect. We will fight quickly. Don't make people wait impatiently!" Li Qingming looked at the West Pole area like a slaughterhouse and smiled coldly.
He smiled and flew to the east end of the endless Buddhist realm with twenty quasi-sages alone.
Li Qingquan led twenty quasi-sages to fly to the South Pole; Long-bearded Tiger led twenty quasi-sages to the North Pole; Yin Xi led twenty quasi-sages to the four seas of the endless Buddhist realm.
"All the remaining donors, please follow me, young monk!" Sakyamuni greeted the remaining quasi-sages and went straight to the Buddha's Transformation Hall.
The East Pole, the South Pole, the North Pole, the four seas, and the secret places of the Buddhist sect everywhere spit out streams of divine light almost at the same time, and large air-locking formations were thrown down, each covering these four places.
Screams, begging for mercy, and the dead body intertwined together, playing a requiem.
Just like in the past, the Buddhist sect robbed other Zhongtian worlds for more resources and more faith. Now disaster has befallen the Endless Buddha Realm. This has to be said to be an irony.
"kill!"
The entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Ancient Star was filled with shouts of killing, and the planet seemed to be suddenly given life and came to life. The war was raging, and the earth was stained with blood.
…
In the center of the Holy Buddha Star is the Hall of the Buddha's Transformation into Taoism.
The Lord Buddha, dressed in hemp-yellow monk robes, sat on a futon with a sullen brow, and said to a red-robed monk below: "Worsa, what do you think?"
The red-robed monk below is wearing a large red monk's robe. The style of the robe is weird, very much like the robes of lamas on earth. In addition, he is eight feet tall, has beautiful eyebrows, and a rice-sized robe between his eyebrows.
, a ruby red mark.
Whispering pondered for a long time and said: "Amitabha! I, Buddha, if it is true that other Zhongtian worlds are attacking, there is still some room for maneuver. But what if it is a person from the Pangu Great Thousand World? I am still leaning towards the latter guess."
"But as far as I know, there are not many of them, only six or seven at most!" Lord Buddha looked surprised.
"Oh, prepare for the worst!" He sighed, the scarlet mark between his eyebrows shining brighter.
"You mean..." Lord Buddha's eyes widened in surprise.
"If those guys are really from the Great Thousand Realm, our Endless Buddha Realm will face a disaster. Rather than letting Master's lifelong foundation be destroyed in our hands, it is better to give it a try and use the power behind Yaoye to completely eliminate them!
"The hatred is overwhelming, and there is an extreme unwillingness.
…
The bright moon is high in the sky, the Holy Buddha Star is desolate, and all the secret places hidden in the Buddhist sect have been completely erased by Li Qingming and others.
At this moment, everyone is rushing towards the Buddha's Transformation Hall in the center at full speed, and everyone is full of fighting spirit.
The silent Buddha Transformation Hall is adjacent to the Venerable Temple. Sakyamuni and twenty quasi-sages are hiding in the sky.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Suddenly the void trembled, and hundreds of rays of escaping light flew towards the Buddha's Transformation Hall from all directions.
Sakyamuni looked at those bright escaping lights, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Here he comes!" (To be continued.)