The sword light pierced through his brain, and the disciples of the White Lotus Palace suddenly lost their souls.

Straight pillars of light shot straight into the sky, and Wu Tie squeezed out a saucer-shaped secret treasure with a gloomy face, refining the Divine Soul Crystals and Blood Essence Essence.

The white lotus in Bai Wen and Bai Wu's eyebrows slowly rotated, and unlike ordinary disciples, they did not disappear immediately. Their divine fetus was disintegrating, and they still had the last bit of strength left, Bai Wen stared at Wu Tie directly, and laughed in a low voice: "Sometimes, brains are more useful than fists...... But sometimes, to be honest, we envy fools who only use their fists. ”

Bai Wu snorted in a low voice: "Why do you talk so much nonsense, just die!"

With a 'bang', the white lotus in Bai Wu's eyebrows disintegrated, completely annihilating his divine soul with one blow.

Bai Wen raised his head, looked at the sky, and then sighed faintly: "Where is the nonsense? To be honest, I envy this group of stupid monks in the Red Lotus Temple...... They just have to move their fists, how nice is that?"

"It's tempting, it's so tiring. Bai Wen sighed: "If there is an afterlife, let me be the dead bald man of the Red Lotus Temple!"

The white lotus exploded, and Bai Wen's soul was completely shattered.

Qingfeng stood aside, his face was rather gloomy: "Good means, good means, tsk, Your Majesty...... Poor Dao felt that this was stepping into a dung pit...... This, this, this ......"

Shaking his head, Qingfeng muttered, "In the next life, you don't have the next life...... Among the many inheritances of the White Lotus Palace's qin, chess, calligraphy, and sword, the supreme inheritance of the sword vein, 'White Lotus Zhuxian Sword Qi'...... Every bit of the innate spirit has been completely shattered, where do you have any next life?"

Qingfeng shook his hands and looked at Fan Long and the others bitterly: "Monks, you have to testify to the poor Dao, the death of these little white faces has nothing to do with the poor Dao!"

Fan Long's face was very gloomy, he gritted his teeth, looked at the corpses of those Red Lotus Temple disciples who were killed, and suddenly laughed strangely: "Don't worry, don't worry, no matter who comes to ask us, Buddha I will say, it was you Qingfeng Niubi who killed the disciples of the White Lotus Palace!"

Qingfeng's face changed suddenly, and he jumped to his feet and scolded angrily: "Monk, monks don't speak!"

Fan Long held his head high and roared loudly: "They are all monks who are about to die, what about Lao Tzu's words?"

Qingfeng was speechless, staring at Fan Long angrily, but he couldn't say a word anymore. And Wu Tie couldn't make a sound when he stood aside, this Fan Long's words were so reasonable, Wu Tie couldn't refute it.

That's right, Wu Tie's big axe is going to be split on his neck, they are all monks who are about to die, who cares about these rules and precepts?

Good monk, good monk, really a good monk.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth and said coldly: "In this way, the soldiers will cover the water and the earth...... Qingfeng, don't forget, you are the national teacher of my martial country...... You Qinglian view is inseparable from the relationship. ”

Fan Kun, who was beaten by Wu Jin and bruised all over his body, laughed wildly on the side: "Qingfeng, are you the national teacher of the Martial Kingdom?" hahaha, you Qinglian Temple, are you also about to enter...... Don't pretend to be a master of the world anymore?"

Qingfeng was silent, and there was a clear light around him, and a fist-sized cyan lotus flower could be faintly seen growing above his head.

Wisps of strange fluctuations rippled out of this small cyan lotus, and in an instant, they spread to extremely distant places.

This is an extremely profound supernatural ability, and soon there are extremely faint ripples in the sky, the breeze nods slowly, and the serious, gloomy face returns to the usual hippie smile.

He smiled and said to Fan Long: "That's right, it was Dao Ye I killed it, what's the matter? Bai Wen and Bai Wu died, Dao Ye I carried it, you Red Lotus Temple's dead bald man, whether it is to testify or slander, what can I do with Dao Ye?"

With a strange laugh, Qingfeng nodded towards Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, the Lord said that Fan Long and Fan Kun were directly slaughtered." There are many dead bald people in the Red Lotus Temple, and there is no shortage of these ...... Well, the Lord of the Views also gave a demonic path of the 'Demon Forging Relic Great Divine Power'......"

Wu Tie looked at Qingfeng in amazement.

Fan Long, Fan Kun and other Red Lotus Temple disciples roared angrily.

Soon, Wu Tie knew the effect of this so-called magic forging relic—just like Wu Tie had threatened before, this was a cruel magic skill that used demonic methods to forcibly calcine relics from the bodies of Buddhist disciples who had become successful in cultivation.

Just like Fan Long, he entered the Dao with more than 200 Great Dao Laws, and more than 200 Great Dao relics were theoretically condensed in his body.

But if you use this magic forging relics to make a great supernatural power, you will burn the dragon with a fire...... Theoretically, with the cultivation realm and strength of the dragon in the world, at least more than 2,000 Buddhist relics with infinite use can be calcined.

This is a demonic method that specifically targets Buddhist disciples and suppresses their value to the extreme.

There are demons, demons and monsters in all directions of the Sui Dynasty, and the four great dynasties are enemies with it, and the disciples of the three major protector gods often reinforce the battlefields on the four sides. Once the disciples of the Red Lotus Temple fell into the hands of the enemy, they were all calcined and refined by the enemy with this magic forging relic, and they suffered endless torture and pain before finally their souls were scattered.

This great supernatural power is a taboo in the Red Lotus Temple.

Whoever dares to cultivate this demonic supernatural power is like dancing in front of a bull with a piece of red cloth, and the disciples of the Red Lotus Temple will be like a demon and desperate with the person who cultivates this demonic supernatural power.

Qingfeng said in front of Fanlong and them that the master of Qinglian Temple had given this great magical power......

Angry, hysterical...... and other words, none of which could describe the anger in their hearts.

If the current contemplator of the Qinglian Temple was current at this moment, Fan Long would definitely bite off his tongue and spray blood on his face.

Just as he was thinking of the ferocity, a bell rang from high in the sky, and a streamer of light flew from the extreme eastern sky, and with an incredible speed of hundreds of millions of miles at his fingertips, he flew near Wu Tie and the others after a few breaths.

The speed of the streamer was amazingly fast, and it was about to fly over the heads of Wu Tie and the others.

Fan Long, Fan Kun and others are happy.

They chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, and the qi and blood in each person's body boiled, turning into faint wolf smoke and rushing into the sky.

Wu Tie made people ban the mana cultivation of Fan Long and others, but their own qi and blood operation could not be completely banned. If there is no qi and blood running, and the blood is coagulated, it is a dead man!

So at this moment, Fan Long and the other three hundred monks acted in unison, and the blood and wolf smoke rushed up above their heads, and the streamer suddenly stopped.

'Hum', 'Hum', 'Hum', a grand bell rings constantly.

High in the sky, a huge bell with a height of thousands of miles is emerging, the huge bell body is entangled with countless sun, moon and stars light and shadow, dragons and phoenixes dance countless birds and beasts flying, and there are all kinds of heavenly changes, such as wind, rain and thunder and so on tumbling out.

The auspicious light rui qi tumbled and rolled, instantly enveloping the void within a radius of millions of miles.

A simple, vast, majestic, and solemn aura spread out from the shadow of the giant bell, and the prohibition in the bodies of Fan Long and the others was instantly broken, and they grinned one by one and stood up on the colorful auspicious clouds.

Qingfeng screamed: "Qianyuan Divine Bell, this is the Qianyuan Divine Bell, the artifact of the Sui Dynasty Zhenguo!"