Chapter Eight hundred and twentieth Say whoever dies, whoever dies!
The two guardians died just like that.
"you……"
Liu Suzi was extremely angry, but she suppressed that anger. The light and dark in her beautiful eyes changed. She was naturally jealous of Shen Tianjue Mansion, but she did not compromise. After all, she also had her arrogance, " Anyone with a discerning eye can see who is provoking. If you want to distort the facts, I'm afraid it will only cause unnecessary trouble for the Eighth Prince.
"Haha, there are discerning people around, but... whoever sees it, whoever sees it." The monks in the Eighth Prince's Mansion laughed loudly and glanced coldly at the monks around them.
Those of them couldn't retreat and didn't dare to stay here for a long time. They were afraid that a disaster would come. Who would have the courage to offend the eighth son of the Shentian Jue Mansion.
Liu Suzi naturally knew that the situation was not good for her. This was the territory of the Shentian Jue Mansion, and there were many powerful people on the other side. She did not want to stay for a long time, and planned to return to the Jutian Mansion first to avoid any unexpected events.
"We will settle today's debt later. We can decide what is right and wrong." Liu Suzi was about to leave.
"哓哓, are you still able to leave today? Tie her up and take her to the Moon Palace, where she will be punished by the Eighth Prince." The old man with chicken skin and black hair sneered, and with a gentle wave of his hand, she was transformed into a sage. Then he walked out.
This emerging sage wears a monk's robe, has no hair, and has no stutter on the top of his head.
Like a monk, but not a monk.
"boom."
The feathered sage in monk's robes walked steadily, and with a lustful smile on his face, he glanced at Liu Suzi. With a push of his thick arm, a golden palm print flew out, and the sky was filled with Buddhist inscriptions. It was flying, turning the surroundings into gold.
Liu Suzi was determined and had good cultivation. She opened the folding fan and summoned a piece of purple thunder and lightning, which enveloped her delicate body.
"boom."
This Buddha's palm was so terrifying, it wiped out those purple thunder and lightning, and smashed the folding fan in Liu Suzi's hand into pieces.
Liu Suzi's slender body fell back, and her strength was no match for that feathered sage wearing a monk's robe.
"Ha ha."
The feathered sage wearing a monk's robe gave a long laugh, his power was terrifying, and he kept blasting out his palm prints, defeating Liu Suzi step by step.
After all, the gap in cultivation was too big. If Liu Suzi hadn't carried a lot of guardian treasures with him, he would have been suppressed by the other party.
"Seventh Princess, just surrender and capture me. The Eighth Prince likes you. That's your blessing."
The feathered sage in monk's robe clasped his hands together, a Buddha ring appeared on his back, and a huge golden Buddha seal fell from the sky, knocking Liu Suzi back again.
A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her bright and red mouth, the long hair on her head fell down, her hair was soft, her face was beautiful, her skin was white, and she had unknowingly retreated to Feng Feiyun's side.
"Feng Feiyun kills him for me, and I will withdraw from the battle for the realm's heir." Liu Suzi's teeth were bloodshot, and her eyes were colder than ever.
She is a person who can never bear any grievance, and her arrogance is higher than anyone else. If the other person shows even the slightest disrespect to her, she will kill him or her.
When Feng Feiyun came to the Sixth Central Dynasty and met her for the first time, he knew she was such a person.
Feng Feiyun did not doubt her statement that she wanted to withdraw from the battle for realm master heir. After all, she had offended the people of Shentianjue Mansion. If she became the heir to the realm master of Ye Hong Realm, then she would become the heir to the realm master of Ye Hong Realm. The situation offended Shen Tianjue Mansion.
Naturally, she understood the serious relationship between this, so she took the initiative to withdraw from the dispute over the realm's successor.
"But... the others are from the Shentianjue Mansion. What good will it do to me to offend the Shentianjue Mansion?" Feng Feiyun did not want to be the first to do so, and it would not do any good to himself.
"Will you kill me or not?" Liu Suzi's beautiful eyes widened, her eyelashes stood up one by one, her teeth were clenched, and she stared into Feng Feiyun's eyes.
Feng Feiyun paused for half a second and said: "Okay, anyway, this is not the first time I have saved you from dire straits. You are really a troublemaker, provoking the enemy more and more every time."
Although Feng Feiyun didn't want to meddle in other people's business, if he really watched Liu Suzi being taken away by the people of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, then those people in Ye Hongjing who couldn't afford to offend the Shentian Jue Mansion would definitely make all the mistakes. If you push it on him, he will have to pay for the eighth prince's affairs. This is not his Feng Feiyun style.
Even if he pays the bill, someone else must pay for his romantic bills, right?
Liu Suzi was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Feng Feiyun actually agreed to help her kill people, and the people they killed were people from the Shentian Jue Mansion.
"I haven't met you as a disaster star. Every time I meet you, I will always encounter disaster." Liu Suzi said a little bit harshly. In fact, his affection for Feng Feiyun has doubled, and unknowingly, he has Feng Feiyun felt an inexplicable sense of security in his body, as if every time he encountered the most critical difficulty, he could help him resolve it.
Can it be done this time?
She was unsure because this time she was facing the Shentian Jue Mansion, which was taboo to everyone.
"Boy, who are you?" The feathered sage in monk's robes stared at Feng Feiyun with cold eyes.
Feng Feiyun's expression was solemn, and he clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, I am a lay disciple of Buddhism."
A circle of Buddha rings appeared behind Feng Feiyun. The Buddha's light was vast, and a seventy-two-level Buddhist platform was born at his feet. Sanskrit sounds were singing loudly between heaven and earth, and Buddhist texts were lingering, giving people a charm of infinite tranquility.
Such pure Buddhist energy.
The emerging sage in monk's robes shrank his eyes and said: "Since you are a member of the Buddhist sect, you can get away as far as you want. You can't take care of this matter. This princess has been taken over by the eighth prince of the Shentian Jue Mansion. It seems that even if the Buddha comes, he can't save her."
"Amitabha, the virtuous person in all things in the world resides... No, cough, cough, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. The Buddha said, don't do evil in everything, otherwise you will go to hell." Feng Feiyun said eloquently, his voice was sacred, like the Buddha who awakened the world. sound.
"You are looking for death."
The feathered sage in monk's robes had a cold look in his eyes, clasped his hands together, and rotated ten Buddhist beads above his head. A golden mountain of Buddha crashed down, trying to shock this nosy Buddhist lay disciple to death.
Feng Feiyun was like an ancient Buddha, shaking his head and sighing, closing his eyes and chanting Sanskrit sounds one by one, "Moo Mi, Moo Mi..."
"boom."
"boom."
…
A series of golden rays flew out from Feng Feiyun's body, a total of nine golden rays. Each golden ray bombarded the feathered sage in monk's clothes and knocked him back a step.
"puff."
"puff."
…
When the ninth golden light struck him, he was covered in blood and fell to his knees with his head hanging down.
Feng Feiyun then stopped reciting Buddhist scriptures, slowly opened his eyes, walked up to the feathered sage who was kneeling on the ground in monk's robes, clasped his hands together, bowed to him three times, and then chanted: "Amitabha, The door to hell has been opened, people's souls are being washed, all filth will disappear, and after reincarnation, new souls will be born..."
"What is he doing?" asked the old man with chicken skin and gray hair in the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
"have no idea."
An evil-looking young man walked over, stretched out his index and middle fingers and touched the head of the feathered sage in monk's robes. He found that the feathered sage's body was completely drained of life, and his body was as cold as ice.
This evil young man quickly retracted his fingers, stared at the magic stick in front of him who was still chanting in shock, his body was trembling a little, and said: "Old Wu, Master Wujie is... dead."
Feng Feiyun stopped singing and said slowly: "This little benefactor, please don't lie. Master Bajie just gave up a dirty skin. I have just saved him and recited the scriptures of the past life. His The soul has been reborn and may become a saint, Amitabha Buddha, in the next life. His kindness will last forever and his life will never end."
"Damn it, you actually dared to kill our eighth prince's feathered sage. This is going to turn the world upside down. Kill this kid." Mr. Wu couldn't help but swear.
Feng Feiyun said: "Several donors put down their butcher knives and became Buddhas on the spot. You come to kill me, and I kill you. They have been disturbing each other for a long time. Why not put down all hatred and turn the hostility into friendship."
"Damn it, you fucking killed people from our Eighth Prince's Mansion, and you actually want to turn a fight into friendship." The strong men in the Eighth Prince's Mansion were so angry that they vomited blood.
Feng Feiyun said eloquently: "That's not called killing, it's transformation. As the saying goes, Buddha saves a destined person. I'm using Buddhism to dissolve the hostility in his body, let him find his true self, and reincarnate him as a human being." Opportunity, in Buddhism, this is called immeasurable merit, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, Amitabha Buddha."
"Pfft."
The monks in the Eighth Prince's Mansion collectively vomited blood.
Damn it, you have killed people and yet you still say such high-sounding words and you are so shameless.
"Kill, kill, this kid must be cut into pieces." Wu Lao scolded angrily.
Even if five strong men were killed in Xuan, they were all top-notch figures. Some of them had already entered the realm of ascension, and they were all sages recruited by the Eighth Prince.
"When will retribution happen? Everyone, why do you need to do this? People are future Buddhas, and Buddhas are people who have lived in the past. It seems that I can only replace the Buddha and purify your souls."
Feng Feiyun stood there solemnly, with a very calm face. He stretched out a finger and pointed towards one of the monks, and said two words in his mouth, "Lie down."
The monk who had half of his feet entered the realm of ascension, his aura dimmed, his body lost strength, and he fell to the ground.
"You should also lie down."
Feng Feiyun pointed his finger at the second monk.
The monk also lay limply on the ground, motionless.
"Lie down."
"Lie down."
"Lie down."
Feng Feiyun pointed out five fingers in a row, but there was no magical power on his fingers. He just pointed at the person, and the person fell to the ground, as if there was really a Buddha in the dark who was judging people's life and death.
This was an extremely strange scene that shocked everyone who saw it.
No one saw any spiritual energy fluctuations flowing out of Feng Feiyun's body, but the five monks with powerful cultivation fell to the ground.