Bang!!!

In the midst of the attack of more than a dozen talismans, a dark golden light surged, and the surging aura continued to impact, and it never weakened in the slightest.

Wuhai let out one roar after another, the anger in his heart was completely aroused, and he waved the monk's robe in his hand to forcibly disperse the surging aura around him, not caring about the damage to this magic weapon.

In just a moment, more than a dozen attacks dissipated by half, revealing the figure of Wuhai.

However, when he was about to step out and smash Ji Yuan to death with the one hundred and eight rosaries in his hand, he saw the other party throw a talisman flowing with brilliant colored light into the air.

Hearing a loud shout, there was a strong and pure aura gushing out, and then condensed into a huge sword shadow that was long and translucent.

The colorful glow on the broad sword body flowed, and infinite sword qi fell down, but it was just a pause, and it slashed down in the air.

Seeing this scene, Wuhai immediately let out a low snort, and immediately threw the half-torn monk's robe in his hand towards the huge sword shadow that fell in the air.

It's just that this half-destroyed magic weapon only lasted for a moment, and it was shattered in countless sword qi and turned into dozens of messy pieces of cloth.

"Up!"

The fierce light in Wuhai's eyes flashed, and his mind moved, and the bowl in his hand suddenly flew into the air, although he was imprisoned by several ink-colored shackles, it also exuded a rich clear light.

It's just that in front of the huge sword shadow, the same magic weapon bowl with acceptable appearance only lasted for three or four breaths, and then the sword shadow flashed and cut it in half!

At this moment, in addition to the monstrous anger, Wuhai's face even uncontrollably showed a look of horror.

The Buddha light around him shone brightly, and dark golden Sanskrit characters emerged, and then turned into two huge palms, which followed his movements upwards and closed the sword in his palm.

Boom!!!

The floor tiles at Wuhai's feet were suddenly shattered, half of his legs sank into the ground, and the robe on his body was torn apart by the falling sword qi, and it looked like there was still a generation of monks.

At this moment, the demonic energy on his body was rolling, and the dark golden Buddha light swept out together, constantly merging into a pair of giant palms conjured up above his head.

"Hurry up!"

Ji Yuan roared angrily, and immediately woke up everyone who spoke out.

The fastest reaction was Zhao Yuansong, he pinched out the magic trick with both hands, and with the mana in his body a shock, when even if there were earthy yellow spikes condensed out of thin air, it was only a flick or two of his fingers, and most of them pierced into Wuhai's back.

Shen Lang, who was beside him, was also a little book in front of him at this moment, turning words into a palm-sized seal, and slammed it on Wuhai's head.

With two successive attacks, Wuhai suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and the mana in his body appeared to freeze instantly, almost causing the transformation of a pair of palms to collapse.

But before he could breathe again, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

Su Hongzhu endured the discomfort caused by the light of the Buddha, a pair of arms revealed his true body, and the crystal white bone palm turned into a fist shadow, falling on the opponent's body like a storm.

Rao is a Buddhist monk without sea, and his physical strength is comparable to that of a martial artist in the same realm, plus he has a dark golden Sanskrit amulet, but he can't withstand such a dense attack, but his brute strength is amazing.

After receiving more than a dozen punches, the dark golden Sanskrit on his body collapsed, and finally he was smashed on the forehead with a punch, and his entire body suddenly flew upside down.

"Slash!"

Ji Yuan let out a loud shout, and his two fingers of the food and middle fingers were brought together, pointing towards the huge sword shadow in mid-air.

In an instant, the sword shadow turned by the Heavenly Sword Talisman circled, and it stood fiercely on top of Wuhai's body, and with a muffled sound, the strong physique tempered by this Buddhist Sect Exercise immediately exploded into a blood mist in the sky.

Seeing this scene, everyone retreated one after another, so that they were not splashed with blood, but the statues around them couldn't dodge, and they were splashed with blood.

After more than twenty breaths, the aura of the sword talisman dissipated that day, and the hall slowly returned to calm, but there was nothing else except for the blood splashed around and a string of prayer beads on the ground.

The former generation of monks, after falling into the demon path, entered the Wuhai of the second realm, although they have used all their strength, they still can't escape the fate of being killed.

"Are you alright?"

Shen Lang bypassed the blood stains on the ground, came to Ji Yuan's side, and stretched out his hand to put it on the other party's shoulder.

He knew in his heart that Ji Yuan's feelings for that person were still above him, and he really regarded him as a relative, and he would often take the pill he had refined to renew the life of Wuhai, who was already dying.

It's just that mortals want to continue their lives, but how difficult it is, even if it is Ji Yuan, it is difficult to successfully refine such a life-sustaining elixir now, not to mention that even if they rack their brains, they can't get together all the elixirs they need.

Now Wuhai not only fell into the demon path, but was also killed by everyone, and the key final blow was still from Ji Yuan's hand......

As soon as he thought of this, Shen Lang opened his mouth, but in the end he still couldn't say a few words of comfort.

Now at this time, for Ji Yuan, all the comforting words are better than letting him digest them slowly.

At this time, Zhao Yuansong and a few people also walked over, holding the string of prayer beads that fell into the blood stain in their hands, and after wiping them clean, they handed them to the silent Ji Yuan.

Even if the relationship between the two is not mentioned, the final blow that killed Wuhai was also made by him, and according to the rules, if there is any loot, it will be owned by him first.

After half a ring, Ji Yuan let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the rosary in front of him, and reached out to hold it in his palm.

He raised his head and took a look, and saw that everyone's eyes were full of care and worry, and he couldn't help but smile reluctantly.

"You may not believe it when you say it, but I think Master Wuhai ...... It doesn't seem to be really dead. ”

Ji Yuan thought about it, and then said what he felt in his heart.

However, a group of people only think that he has not yet come out of his emotions, so he has a little delusion.

After all, killing the elders who were familiar with each other in the past, even if the other party has fallen into the demon path, is a last resort, and it will be very uncomfortable to think about it.

"Don't mention this, let's go see how Huixin is doing first."

Ji Yuan shook his head, temporarily suppressing some thoughts, if Wuhai was really not dead, it would inevitably appear again.

So, a group of people left the hall quickly, followed a path, and came to the backyard of Baiyun Temple.

This is a place where ordinary Buddhist monks gather to practice, but at this moment it has turned into a demonic place, and I can no longer feel the slightest breath of Buddhism, and there is a strong demonic aura everywhere I see.

At this time, under an old tree in the courtyard, Huixin was sitting cross-legged, with a thin layer of Buddha light emerging from his body, and he kept chanting the Buddhist Bible in his mouth, so as to resist the invasion of the surrounding demonic energy.

He should have been forbidden by Wuhai, and his essence was stagnant, and he could only barely support himself here with the Buddha's light that was conceived in the past.

If everyone comes late for half a pillar of incense, Huixin is likely to be unable to hold on any longer, and will be invaded by demonic energy, and will end up with the same fate as Wuhai, and will fall into the demon path from then on.

However, although everyone was anxious, they did not rush into the small courtyard, but after a period of confirmation that it was correct, Shen Lang made a move to dispel the demonic spirit of this place with Haoran righteousness.

After that, a group of people stepped into it and walked quickly to Huixin's side.

"Broken!"

Zhao Yuansong pinched out a few seals, and with a low shout, he pointed at several big tricks of Huixin with his sword.

With a surge of mana, the prohibition on his body collapsed, and the latter woke up and opened his closed eyes.

It's just that as soon as Huixin saw the people in front of him, the brilliance in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face.

Obviously, a few people were able to appear here and unlock the prohibition in his body, which was enough to show that his division had no sea and had been killed by Ji Yuan and others.

Otherwise, a monk of the Second Realm who had entered the demon from the Buddha would not have been able to let the enemy go, and he would come to the backyard of the Baiyun Temple like this and easily rescue the person.

"Master, he ......"

Huixin's expression was gloomy, and she looked at the two friends beside her.

Seeing this, Ji Yuan hesitated slightly, and then said softly: "It's a one-hit kill, and I don't feel any pain." ”

"Amitabha!"

He folded his hands and whispered a Buddha name, without saying anything more.

Such a result can already be regarded as a good end for his master Wuhai who fell into the demon path.

If it falls into the hands of the imperial court, it is inevitable that he will have to endure years of beatings and torture, and it will never be possible to give Wuhai a good time before the interrogator is completely relieved.

"Let's go, get out of here first."

Ji Yuan glanced around, and together with Shen Lang, he helped Huixin, who was sitting on the ground, up.

This Baiyun Temple, where the incense is flourishing, is now destroyed, and the surrounding area is full of demonic energy, even if there are court masters who come here to purify, it is impossible to have any more incense.

Besides, after this time, it is impossible for the imperial court to let Baiyun Temple continue, and in the end, it will directly smash this place.

Not long after, a group of people walked out of Baiyun Temple, and while stepping out of the temple gate, Ji Yuan and the others subconsciously turned around to look.

Ji Yuan and Shen Lang were a little emotional, after all, they still had a lot of good memories between them and this place.

As for Zhao Yuansong and Xu Qiqi, they were a little apprehensive, especially for the former, who had a lot of chaotic thoughts in their hearts.

Originally, he thought that after he broke through the second realm between life and death, even if he was invincible in the face of a strong enemy, he could retreat at any time and escape safely with his younger brothers and sisters.

But after this battle, he finally understood that there are so many masters in the world, and a mountain is higher than a mountain.

However, Su Hongzhu didn't have any emotion about this, and accompanied everyone boredly, but his eyes often looked at the members of the Three Swords Society in the distance.

Those young people who are full of energy and blood are full of energy and blood in their eyes, and in their eyes they seem to be walking delicious, and it takes a lot of attention to control the idea of a full meal.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Huixin clasped her hands together, her face full of bitterness.

Finally, he bowed slowly three times to the temple in front of him, and then left with the others.

It's just that even he didn't notice that the moment he turned around, a wisp of demonic energy flashed in his eyes.