The golden light was not close to him, but as Song Yin stepped forward, white flames ignited in his hands, and he quickly reached the old man. The white flames burned over instantly, arousing a large flame, which also burned those magic puppets.
After being burned, the white flames continued to attack forward, igniting all the countless people in the hall who were bowing their heads and chanting, and also made them unable to maintain their body shape and fell down.
"Cut it off!"
The white flames did not burn people to death, but as Song Yin shouted, the bodies of those mana puppets softened and fell to the ground.
The old man even burst out with a cry of pain, his connection with the Dharma was directly disconnected, and he collapsed to the ground.
The Dharma Appearance could no longer maintain the expression of low eyebrows and scrutiny. His huge body flew away, and his four heads showed a look of fear.
"What have you done, what have you done to my devotees!"
No more, Pu De found that his physical body and spiritual consciousness returned to the Dharma form and could no longer be connected, and the mana of those mana puppets also returned to the supernatural power.
No matter how much he was urged, he could not possess him. The mana that had been refined by his ten reincarnations in the past seemed to be fixed, unable to exert mana fluctuations on the believers.
"It's just that we cut off the contact. I am a great fire, and I specialize in defeating evil spirits and heretics."
Song Yin looked at the Dharma image in the sky and said calmly: "In this case, you will only be trapped in this thing and you will never be able to escape."
But when he heard Pu De's words, his body suddenly stopped, "Refining? Isn't your fire specially designed to torture us?"
"Um?"
Boom!
The voice was like a bell like a bell, but Song Yin remained motionless, allowing the six arms to imprint on him.
No more hands!
The Dharma form of Pu De was flying in the air at a high speed, keeping away from this freak while looking at the two people who were burned by the golden flames.
The body of the Faxiang flew upwards, first far away from Song Yin, and the eyes of the four heads were on Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng, who were burned by golden flames.
At the same time, he pressed his other hand on his neck, and a large amount of white flames aroused from his body, rushing straight towards the huge body of the Dharma, and instantly enveloped it.
In such a hurry, the golden chakra behind his head flew away and hit Song Yin's forehead.
Immediately afterwards, white flames ignited all over his body, and he spun violently with his body, only to spin away with one foot. The white flames almost formed a circle as they danced, kicking off all the Dharma Prime's forearms like chopping melons and vegetables.
when!
With a crisp sound, the golden wheel hit Song Yin's forehead, which clearly caused sparks. The force caused Song Yin's head to tilt. Other than that, nothing happened. On the contrary, the golden wheel was shot away and hit directly.
On the ground.
"Why haven't you been refined yet?" Pude continued to yell.
What's the big deal about burning the soul?
As far as Dharma eyes can see, these people have the deepest connection with the golden thread, so his spiritual consciousness can be attached to them. However, with his great fire, he specializes in cultivating these ghost sects and isolating them with flames, so he cannot do this.
The four heads of the Dharma Prime roared, and the two arms without wrists cooperated with the remaining four hands, shining with golden light and hitting Song Yin directly.
He doesn’t want the legs either!
No more magic weapons!
Wang Qizheng also noticed something. He got up from the ground and moved his hands and feet, completely ignoring the golden flames burning on his body. "Really, the skin and flesh are not damaged. Hiss, it still hurts!"
boom!
Song Yin landed directly on Faxiang's neck this time, his fist carrying white flames, and the last head exploded.
This is the magical power of his land god, not the kind of small magical power used during Qi refining. In the end, it is useless against a Qi refining person.
Those four heads all showed the color of pain.
What kind of vajra is indestructible and invincible to all means? He has never seen such existence from the extreme west to the east!
"You can't run away!"
They thought the fire was meant to burn them, but even after burning for a long time, they didn't see any serious damage to their skin and flesh. Even after burning for a long time, it was not meant to burn the physical body.
"Look at my golden wheel!"
In the sky, one gold and one white complement each other. Although the white light is small, it is extremely fierce, and from time to time a white flame shines out.
They were tortured by the senior brother every day, so much so that even their dead grandmother could have sex with them.
Then, the two of them said in unison: "That's okay!"
"Is it good or not?"
What's good?
How could this horrible thing still have time to talk to them?
Bang!
Song Yin flew up and this time removed the other three arms of the dharma image, turning it into a human pig with only its head flying around in the air.
The broken arm was stained with white flames and fell to the ground. After being burned, it dissipated invisible.
This kind of pain is far different from the refining of Senior Brother!
They can totally handle it!
The remaining three heads opened their large mouths, and together with the golden wheel at the back of their heads, substantial golden light erupted from them, hitting Song Yin's body directly.
Two little Qi refiners, are they worth his torture?!
Amidst the exaggerated golden flames, Zhang Feixuan felt his body carefully, stretched out his hand to touch his chin, and said thoughtfully: "Could it be burning the soul?"
Song Yin shouted loudly, and after tearing off the legs and feet, a ball of white flame burst out from his hands, burning on the legs and feet.
Although the golden light is big, it flies around in no order, like a large headless fly.
boom!
After all, one of the white flames that continued to shoot out was not avoided by Pu De. The head that was constantly laughing was also blasted by the white flames and dissipated directly from his neck.
They have been burning here for a long time, but why are they still in pain instead of feeling regret and being directly refined?
He had just discovered that once the white flames burned up, his Dharma image would not be able to recover on its own, and now those devout believers were also blocked by the white flames, and could not even allow him to absorb and practice, nor could they recover.
The most important thing is that this white flame is even more powerful than his Pure World Blooming Lotus Fire. Once the flame burns, he feels like he is in a furnace. If it burns for a while longer, his entire Dharma image will be dissolved!
But escape.
When they were in the main hall before, Pu Defa broke away, but this guy was also very fast. He didn't know what the yellow wind was. Although he was not blown by it, he always felt that if the yellow wind blew, it would not be as good as the white flames.
How much difference.
Pude gritted his teeth, and when he sat down, the lotus pedestal automatically fell off, and his two burned calves were thrown straight towards Song Yin.
laugh!
Song Yin suddenly tore forward, and a large piece of the calf of the Dharma sitting on the lotus platform was torn off.
Such a flame is painful, but it's not like they haven't experienced it before.
This time, Song Yin has arrived in front of his head, his legs and feet are like whips, using white flames to blast away an angry head.
Wang Qizheng looked even more disdainful, and raised his head boldly: "I am immune to all attacks!"
The evil path is powerful and must be avoided!
Thinking of this, he was even a little sad that he, a land god, was reduced to running away when he encountered a mere Qi Refining Realm.
Bang!
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and saw Song Yin flying up on the wind, with white flames in his hand, grabbing his huge ankle, and digging his fingers deeply into it.
These two are quite weak, and they are still the junior brothers of this weirdo. If you attack them, you might be able to run away.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
At this moment, the unique sad head could no longer bear it and shouted at Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng.
It's just that although they showed pain on their faces, they still had no intention of repenting, which resulted in the golden flame not being burned cleanly and unable to practice devotion.
Bang!
Song Yin kicked the lotus platform down with one kick, and without even looking, he chased after him and blasted out white flames like pillars with his fists. Even though Pu De was able to dodge quickly, half of his arms were burned by the white flames.
pain!
It hurts so much!
Poor places like Xumimai are full of low-profile and small-scale households. Why does such a person exist?
The physical body cannot resist, not to mention magical powers and spells are useless!
How could he be possessed without being refined?!
Zhang Feixuan was jumping around like a monkey, suffering pain while trying to put out the flames.
"Look at my lotus platform!"
Then
boom!
White flames flew out and directly burned the head that showed joy in the image.
Upon hearing these words, the sad head suddenly squeezed out a trace of anger.
Zhang Fei
Pude Faxiang continued to fly away, trying his best to escape Song Yin in the air, and kept dodging the white flames that Song Yin blasted from time to time.
Wang Qi was rolling on the ground being burned by the golden flames. When he heard the sound, he subconsciously raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and said in a tone, "Ah?"
Immediately afterwards, his three arms fell off.
It's just that the golden light still couldn't get close to Song Yin's body, but because of the short spell, Song Yin got closer.
The moment it was wrapped in white flames, the body of the dharma image fell directly, and its shadow almost covered half of the backyard. However, before the dharma image completely fell to the ground, the whole body disappeared, scattered into white flames, and exploded like fireworks.
In the midst of the white flames, Song Yin's figure fell, his footsteps hitting the ground. He waved his big sleeves, and the white flames fell to the ground like rain, making him look like a banished immortal.
"It is not a pity to die for evil demons and heretics."