In fact, it was not the wind, but the breath of heaven and earth, which could not be seen by the naked eye and could never be perceived by ordinary people, was rotating around the body of the first seat of the sermon, thus driving the flow of air.

The infinity above the five realms is a realm that is difficult to understand, but this realm is real.

In the passages or between the countless doors of the breath of heaven and earth that cannot be seen by the naked eye, the senior brother moves at unimaginable speeds, or in ways that exceed speed, carrying the breath of heaven and earth and gradually rolling into turbulence, completely isolating the first seat of the lecture from the real world.

At this time, the world that the first sermon saw was a myriad of monotonous threads, and no sound could be heard, and his voice could not be transmitted to the real world, and he was temporarily separated from the real world.

Ning Que did not miss this opportunity, and began to flee with Sangsang on his back.

The gods and Buddhas who were transformed into the vitality of heaven and earth were all shattered into nothingness by the senior brother without saying a word, and the image was suddenly lost, turning into countless shiny debris, he swept through, and the light chips fell on the bodies and heads of him and Sangsang, and were sticky to the thick blood that gradually condensed on the bodies of the two, and the sparkling was like being inlaid with countless diamonds.

The cultivators of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have been surrounded from all directions, and Ning Que has swept a few vertically, and as soon as he found a relatively weak breakthrough point, he found that seven appeared not far in front of him.

The first seat of the lecture was temporarily trapped by the senior brother, and the highest strength in the realm of the field was this Seven Pieces Master, and Ning Que was the most vigilant, and this Hanging Temple powerhouse really didn't give him any chance.

Facing the seven pieces, facing the crowd in the White Pagoda Temple, Ning Que did not have the confidence to escape Chaoyang City with Sangsang.

The crowd has already surrounded and blocked the lakeshore bridge and hall corridor in the White Pagoda Temple. The ascetic monks of the Buddha Sect began to assemble, and two red-clothed priests appeared at the front of the crowd with more than ten Xiling Divine Guards.

Ning Que's body was slightly cold, but in the next moment, he noticed something very strange - the two red-clothed priests from the Xiling Divine Temple had very strange expressions on their faces.

The two red-clothed priests, looking at Ning Que who was running at high speed, were not vigilant, let alone frightened. It's not angry, it seems very calm, and there is infinite respect and a touch of determination in the calm.

Ning Que confirmed that he had never seen these two red-clothed priests, and then he noticed that when the two red-clothed priests showed respect and determination, they were not looking at themselves but at the Sang Sang they were carrying.

Two red-clothed priests stood beside Qimei, and more than a dozen Xiling Divine Guards and dozens of Buddhist ascetics were gathering towards them. The intention was to form a thick wall here to stop Ning Que.

The white flame of light slowly burned from the palms of the two red-clothed priests, instantly illuminating the Buddhist temple that looked a little quiet because it was shrouded in clouds, it was Haotian Shenhui!

The eyes of more than a dozen Xiling Divine Guards were brightened by the divine light of Haotian, and the previous fear of Ning Que turned into confidence and pride, as well as the fanaticism of martyrs.

Looking at the Haotian Divine Radiance burning in the palms of the two red-clothed priests, Ning Que's pupils shrank. There was a great sense of alarm in his heart - Sangsang, who used to be the daughter of light, has the purest and most holy Haotian Shenhui in the world, and he is no stranger to Xiling Divine Arts, knowing that even in the Xiling Divine Temple, which has countless strong people, there are extremely few priests who can practice divine arts, but today there are actually two of them, and the capital of Xiling Divine Hall is really not small!

Seeing Ning Que's figure getting closer and closer, the resolute expression in the eyes of the two red-clothed priests became thicker and thicker, their expressions became more solemn and pious, and the Haotian Divine Radiance burning in their palms became more and more violent.

Four holy white flames. Rising from their palms, the light in the field was bright, and the Seven Masters looked at Ning Que, sighed, and slowly moved two steps to the side.

Ning Que understood what he meant by these two steps - if the Seven Masters and the two red-clothed priests joined forces, he would not be able to rush through no matter what, and he had not killed the little boy before. Seven gave him a chance to fight the two powerful red-clad priests first.

However, neither Ning Que nor the Seven Masters thought of one thing. That is, these two red-clothed priests from the Xiling Temple, the object of casting magic at this time was not Ning Que, but ...... They are themselves.

Haotian Divine Radiance erupted from the palms of the two red-clothed priests, from under their red robes, through the gaps in those fine fabrics, from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears, from every hair and pore of their hairs, and the bodies of the two priests seemed to have turned into two bright lights!

The Seven Masters instantly sensed the great danger coming, but they didn't have time to avoid it, they snorted, sat cross-legged on the ground, formed a lotus seal, and protected their eyes with both hands.

The two red-clothed priests looked at Sang Sang in the distance and smiled calmly, their smiles were very calm by the light, and then their bodies shone brightly, suddenly, and then ...... Self-destruct!

Boom two bangs!

The breath of heaven and earth in the White Pagoda Temple suddenly became chaotic, the lake shook violently, I don't know how many weeping willows broke and fell to the ground, countless blood and broken limbs flew in the air, and I don't know how many people died in an instant.

Xiling Divine Technique is the highest method of saving people and curing diseases in the Dao Gate, but who would have thought that once he decides to burn himself with light, he can kill people, and he can have such terrifying power!

The black-pressed crowd was blasted open by two red-clothed priests who blew themselves up, and there was only death in that blank space, and there was no one who could stand.

As for the bodies of the two red-clothed priests, they had already turned into ashes in the terrifying self-explosion, and there was not the slightest trace to be found, only the fragments of the red-clothed clothes slowly fell in the air, like congealed blood.

A fragment of a red robe floated to Ning Que's shoulder, and Sang Sang stretched out his slightly trembling fingers to pick up this piece of shredded clothes, and the expression on his face looked a little confused.

She didn't know why the two red-clothed priests blew themselves up so tragically, but she saw the eyes of the two priests looking at her before they died, so she knew that this qiē was all for herself.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the White Pagoda Temple was a wolf, everywhere was the screams and groans of the wounded, as far as the eye could see, the blood flowed like a river, the stumps were piled up, and the scene was unbearable.

There were countless deep blood marks on the body of the Seven Masters, and there were still many scorched marks, although he had already become a Buddha in the flesh, in the face of the two Xiling red-clothed priests who blew themselves up with divine skills, he was still extremely seriously injured, and if it wasn't for looking at Ning Que coming over, he took two steps to the side, I was afraid that the injury would be even more serious at this time.

He put down the palm that covered his eyes and looked at the field, his face became extremely grim, he didn't find the figures of Ning Que and the daughter of the Hades, the dozen or so black crows had already flown into the distance.

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(I made a huge mistake, I thought that writing on a hungry stomach would be better in spirit, but I forgot that I was a foodie, so I wrote a huge discomfort, my own problem, I went to eat first, and then continued to write, at least three chapters today.) (Your support on this site is my biggest motivation.) )