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Before the green flame touched the body, the biting coldness came, and the Rao is $ Lama has experienced countless winds and waves in his life, and at this moment, he can't help but secretly scream in his heart: My life is over!

However, the instinct of survival is possessed by every living creature, and between the lightning and flint, the old lama didn't think about it, and when he opened his mouth, he saw a purple-red round object the size of a bean grain spit out of his mouth, and this thing flew out and slammed into the palm wrapped in the green flame.

"Relic!" Seeing the incoming object clearly, Wan Qingping couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

For the trip to the plateau, he has read several classics that introduce Buddhism, and knows that the relics are formed by calcining the body of the monk after his death, which often has incredible use, and the whole body in front of him is purple-red, which is obviously the level of the great master, that is, the lama equivalent to the realm of the monk Yuanying can only be produced after the death, and the nine yin true fire belongs to the flow of yin fire, and the things of Buddhism often have a certain restraint effect on this kind of thing.

"Hmph!" he snorted coldly in his heart, even if it is a great master-level relic, what can he do, what can he do if he specializes in yin fire, this time he made a sneak attack, the old lama had no way to stimulate the power of the relics in a hurry, and at this time, he only relied on the magic of the relics themselves, and he wanted to block his six true fire with this little skill, it was really whimsical!

"Zi~Zi~Zi~" In just a few breaths, the palm wrapped in the green flame collided with the relics fiercely, and the sound like frying suddenly sounded.

As expected, the relics that were not stimulated were not the opponents of the Six Masters True Fire at all, and the purple-red light was constantly tumbling and dissolving under the suppression of the green light, and it was losing ground one after another.

This scene fell into the eyes of the old lama, making his face twitch, and a trace of pain flashed, but it also won him time to escape for his life, and the lotus shadow flashed under his feet, and he was about to flee from this place.

However, the idea was good, but things did not develop in the direction he expected, and he saw that the mung bean of the "pilgrim" opposite had a look of anger in his eyes, and with one mouth, twelve pale cyan needles flew out like fish.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~", a burst of intensive shooting, the monk did not have the strong body of the demon beast after all, the demon scorpion in the desert back then could resist the Qingying needle, but the old lama couldn't stop it, not to mention that the Qingying needle that flew out at this time was not comparable to that day, they had all been sacrificed to the nine-layer Tiangang ban, and the distance was so close, the blood light exploded, and the thin needles came out of the body, leaving a thumb-sized blood hole, most of which were concentrated in the chest.

The old lama's eyes widened and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, and his body shook twice, and he fell to the ground.

"Guru—"

"Revenge for the guru—"

When the novices and worshippers saw the old lama fall, their eyes were torn apart, and the two novices who reacted quickly shook the magic weapon in their hands and killed the murderer.

Wan Qingping sneered in his heart, I will send you to see the Buddha today! Thinking of this, the fierce light in the mung bean little eyes flashed, and his mind moved, and the green needle that was still stained with blood suddenly shone brightly.

Monk Jindan killed a group of small novices, it was as simple as chopping vegetables and cutting melons, and after a few breaths, a layer of corpses lay on the ground, all with wide eyes, looking like they were dead.

"Wan Daoyou, please stop first!" When he was about to kill the last few people, the voice of the Seventh Prince came, but the words used a rare word "please", which was obviously an abnormality that Wan Qingping was afraid of quietly killing a lama master.

How difficult it is for this old lama to deal with, he is very clear, joining forces with Yu Min, coupled with the Jindan puppet, fought fiercely for so long, and failed to get his wish, but Wan Qingping solved it cleanly in just a few breaths, although he used conspiracy and trickery, but it is undeniable that intrigue is also part of the strength, and the secret technique of breathing without leaking the slightest flaw, the strange flame, and the extremely sharp flying needle, this is not something that ordinary Jindan monks can have.

"What do you have the command of the Seventh Prince?" Wan Qingping, who had just slaughtered more than ten lamas, had a sinister look on his face, and casually knocked away a Zen staff that attacked him, and asked lightly.

"Wan Daoyou, there should be three lama masters in this lama temple...... "The seventh prince said unhurriedly, and at the same time, with a hand, a yin talisman was sandwiched between his fingers, which was the most cherished soul searching talisman.

"Seventh Prince, please!" Wan Qingping hurriedly dodged and handed over the remaining novice to the Seventh Prince.

In addition to the old lama who had just died, and the middle-aged lama who had escaped, there was also a new lama teacher.

When assigning tasks in advance, Wan Qingping's opponent was the new master, and since he had been married for less than 20 years, he didn't ask him to kill this lama, as long as he could delay it for a while and wait for everyone to come back to help.

It's a pity that the opponent just didn't show up, so he used the Hidden Wild Mantra to restrain the monk's breath, pretending to be a pilgrim to see if there were any other opportunities, but he didn't expect to catch the old lama in the end.

When you catch a big fish, it's essential to scavenge for it.

However, Wan Qingping, who was familiar with the search for cars, rummaged through the corpse of the old bald donkey, and did not find the sleeves or storage bags hidden in the sleeves, which made him a little puzzled.

At this moment, a fragrant wind wafted in, Yu Min bent down, and when the old lama took a look, a leaf like a peach was caught in her hand, and after a glance, she immediately threw this thing over, and her beautiful eyes were full of disdain, as if she was looking at a person who did not learn and did not know how to do it.

A rotten leaf, what does this mean? Wan Qingping pinched the leaf in his hand, confused.

Maybe the seventh prince is not far away, although the little lady Yumin is disdainful, she still looks intimate when she speaks: "Brother Wan, Buddhism has a saying, "One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi!", Buddhism uses Bodhi leaves for its collections, and the opening method is similar to that of a storage bag!"

Ignoring the contempt of the little lady, he hurriedly probed his divine sense towards the Bodhi leaf, and before he could see what was inside, he heard several screams, and the seventh prince withdrew the bloody spear, with a gloomy face.

"Seventh Prince, this is ......" Ignoring the probing harvest, Wan Qingping hurriedly asked.

"Another lama has taken someone to another city to borrow food, and he may return at any time in the next few days, and even worse, a lama will come to the monastery these days to give a lecture to the devotees!"

No matter how tired I am after work, my little brother has been insisting on two more these days, give me some support! The results have been tepid, and I can't even keep a hundred subscriptions, it's too shocking!)