Jingxu glanced at Qing Linzi with cold eyes: "Qing Linzi, if you want to survive, let him go immediately."
"Hmph, Jingxu Bald Donkey. Stop scaring me. I, Qinglinzi, am not a vegetarian." As he spoke, Qinglinzi lifted the two monks up and glared at Jingxu: "Let us go down the mountain. I will not harm the lives of these two monks."
Jingxu frowned and said nothing.
"Jingxu. I'll count to three. If you still don't agree, I will kill these two monks immediately." Qing Linzi said viciously: "One, two...ah." Qing Linzi suddenly threw away the two monks. The monk held his head and screamed: "My head... hurts so much..."
An old monk flew over and quickly rescued the two unconscious monks.
Jingxu looked directly at Qing Linzi and said with an indifferent expression: "Qing Linzi, hundreds of years ago, I set up a restriction in your mind. As long as I activate it, you will have a splitting headache and lose your mind. Attack capability."
"Jingxu Bald Donkey. You are so... despicable..." Qing Linzi lay on the ground holding his head and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Qing Linzi, you brought all this on yourself. If you hadn't held our disciples hostage, I wouldn't have used this kind of restriction on you." Jingxu said slowly.
Lin San was confused by what happened in front of him. But soon, Lin San came back to his senses. He used hundreds of demon-slaying knives to open the way. He pulled Ouyang Xue and rushed outside.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Seven or eight old monks in the transformation stage flew over to arrest Lin San and Ouyang Xue.
Ouyang Xue raised the spirit treasure and started fighting with five monks who were in the middle stage of becoming gods.
Lin San controlled hundreds of demon-subduing knives to attack the other three monks in the transformation stage. If he fought with a monk in the transformation stage, Lin San might be able to hold on for a while. But against three monks in the transformation stage, Lin San could hold on for a while. . Then Lin San was no longer an opponent. Within ten moves, Lin San was already in trouble.
Ouyang Xue was so entangled by the five monks in the transformation stage that she could not save Lin San. Seeing that Lin San was injured, Ouyang Xue was very anxious.
"Bang." Lin San was knocked away by a monk in the transformation stage.
"Lin San." Ouyang Xue exclaimed, abandoning her opponent, turning around and rushing towards Lin San.
The five old monks who were fighting with Ouyang Xue attacked at the same time, hitting Ouyang Xue hard on the back.
"Pfft." Ouyang Xue spat out a mouthful of blood. She lunged forward and hugged Lin San.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Several magic weapons flew from behind. They all hit Ouyang Xue.
Ouyang Xue's face turned pale, her body swayed, and she sat down on the ground.
"Sister Ouyang, what's wrong with you?" Lin San was slightly injured because he was being guarded by Ouyang Xue. He hugged Ouyang Xue with his backhand and asked urgently.
Ouyang Xue's face was as pale as paper. She was breathing vaguely: "Lin...san...I...I'm afraid I can't...accompany you...anymore..." Just in the middle of her words, Ouyang Xue's head tilted. Moved.
"Sister Ouyang..." Lin San shook Ouyang Xue's body vigorously: "Sister Ouyang, don't sleep. Wake up. Wake up..."
No matter how Lin San shook, Ouyang Xue remained motionless and showed no reaction.
Lin San tremblingly stretched out his hand and put it under Ouyang Xue's nose. There was no breathing. Lin San held Ouyang Xue's wrist again. There was no pulse. Ouyang Xue was dead. Lin San frantically helped Ouyang Xue up and took a bunch of healing pills. The medicine was stuffed into Ouyang Xue's mouth. Then Lin San sent magic power into Ouyang Xue's body...
After struggling for more than half an hour, Ouyang Xue still didn't come back to life.
"No..." Lin San hugged Ouyang Xue and screamed in pain. Tears kept dripping down.
"Amitabha..." Jingxu declared the Buddha's name: "Almsgiver Lin. People cannot be resurrected after death. Please show your condolences and obey..."
"No. Sister Ouyang is not dead. Sister Ouyang will not die." Lin San picked up Ouyang Xue and said softly: "Sister Ouyang, don't worry. I will definitely save you. I will definitely save you. ." After saying that, Lin San raised his feet and walked out.
"Hulala..." Dozens of monks surrounded Lin San.
Lin San's eyes turned cold: "Get out of here." As he spoke, Lin San shook his hands and threw out dozens of Thunder Explosion Talisman. This time Lin San was really angry. He didn't leave any room for anything. He just threw out all the thunder talismans on his body. The Thunder Explosion Talisman was thrown out.
Dozens of thunderbolts flew around like a goddess scattering flowers.
Jingxu reacted quickly. He shouted urgently: "Get out of here quickly. It's dangerous."
"Boom, boom, boom..." Dozens of thunderbolts self-destructed at the same time. A heaven-destroying, terrifying aura suddenly swept through all the monks present.
"Buddha's light shines everywhere." Jingxu shouted loudly. Shaking his hands, he threw out his personal cassock. The cassock swelled up when it encountered the wind. In an instant, it grew hundreds of times in size, covering dozens of monks in front of him.
Other monks in the transformation stage also sacrificed their magic weapons to protect those monks with low cultivation levels.
The power of a single Thunder Explosion Talisman is already great. Dozens of Thunder Explosion Talismans self-destruct at the same time. The power generated is absolutely catastrophic.
"Pfft..." Jingxu opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Extreme shock flashed in his eyes. His magic weapon, the red cassock, was actually destroyed.
"Puff...Puff..." Several other monks in the transformation stage were also traumatized.
Those disciples with low cultivation levels suffered even more casualties.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flew from the sky. A short old monk was wrapped in the golden light. The old monk rubbed his hands and shook them. A gold foil flew out. A burst of Sanskrit Buddhist chants came from the gold foil. .All the terrifying aura generated by the surrounding Thunder Explosion Talismans was absorbed and refined by the gold foil.
The short old monk took back the gold foil and dropped it directly on the ground.
"Master." Jingxu hurriedly came over and saluted.
Other monks also came to pay their respects one after another.
The short old monk's name is Wuxiang. He is Jingxu's master and the last abbot of the Buddhist sect. His cultivation has reached the middle stage of transcending the tribulation. He usually lives in seclusion in the back mountain for meditation. He basically doesn't ask about the affairs of the Buddhist sect. Just now Soon, Monk Wuxiang suddenly felt a terrifying aura coming from the Buddhist sect. He was shocked. Wuxiang immediately came out to check. When he found that Jingxu and others were in critical condition, he immediately used his magic weapon to remove the terrifying aura. Disperse and refine.
Monk Wuxiang's face was extremely gloomy. There were monks lying in front of him. Most of them were dead. The remaining monks were also scarred: "What on earth is going on."
"Master Qi. This is all the negligence of the disciple..." Jingxu simply told what happened. Suddenly Jingxu suddenly woke up: "Where are Lin San, Ouyang Xue, and Qing Linzi?" He had just been paying attention. He was looking after the disciples in the sect. He didn't pay attention to where Lin San and others were going.
"Run..." A dying monk lying on the ground pointed at the mountain gate.
Jingxu immediately ordered: "Chase. Get the person back to me immediately."