Yan Qingchuan sighed and nodded: "Yes, Elder, the disciple is no match for him." ”

The crowd couldn't sit still.

Four heroes fought in a row in one day, and they were all killed.

How strong is this cult?

Even if his strength is monstrous, and he fights four heroes in a row, he should be exhausted!

At this moment, even the immovable Heavenly and Human powerhouse was jumping for a moment.

His eyes looked at the Tianling Mountain Range strangely, and his heart was anxious.

In the direction of the Buddha Gate, the Buddha Gate Elder let out a voice: "Amitabha, that evil cultivation is so rampant, if he encounters enlightenment, he will definitely fall on the spot." ”

On the Buddhist side, I am very confident.

The strength of Master Mingwu is at the same level as Xiao Chengfeng, Lonely Xiaolang, and Chu Shenhe among the Twelve Heroes, and if the evil cultivator encounters it, he will only ask for hardship.

Even if he met Chu Liuli, who had eight heavenly dragons, he could leave safely.

When the other great sects heard this, they also nodded fiercely.

"That's right, if that guy doesn't fight with Master Mingwu with his own strength, he will definitely die."

"After four fierce battles, the aura in his body should be about to be exhausted, and it is estimated that it will stop today."

The powerhouse of the Great Sect is extremely regretful, if only the Enlightened Master could block that evil cultivation at this moment.

At this time, Master Mingwu walked in a nameless valley, where the flowers and plants were verdant, and the birds sang happily in the branches, as if to welcome this wise walker.

Master Mingwu walked towards a cliff ahead, his steps steady and steadfast.

Gradually, he came to the edge of the cliff and looked out at the bottomless canyon.

It's a natural barrier that separates the two worlds.

Above the cliff is the sky, and below is a vast expanse of land.

He came here to take the Minghui fruit from the cliff, a high-grade elixir that grows on the cliff.

This fruit can strengthen people's wisdom roots and enable Buddhism to enter the Tao more quickly.

For other monks, it can help them to greatly increase their understanding in a short period of time, and practicing spells is like drinking water and eating.

Especially for the gods, heaven and man, with the help of this fruit, the understanding of heaven and earth will be half the effort, and the cultivation will be a thousand miles a day.

The Minghui tree grows alone on the cliff, like an ascetic, and is blessed with wisdom.

The Minghui fruit was right in front of him, and Master Mingwu always felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

His brow furrowed, and he couldn't stretch for a long time.

What kind of crisis can make his heart tremble, even if he runs the Buddhist practice Mahayana Buddhism, he can't suppress it.

Master Mingwu's heart was uneasy, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.

He took a deep breath to calm himself and ponder the dangers that might occur.

Suddenly, he heard a roar in the distance, like a galloping horse.

He looked up and saw that the sky in the distance was red, as if the whole sky was covered in flames.

"It's ......"

Master Mingwu's heart was shocked, and he felt the whole earth tremble.

Immediately after, a pillar of fire flew from afar, like a heavenly fire descending into the world, instantly engulfing everything around it.

Master Mingwu immediately cast a Buddhist spell, and a golden light protected him, but he could still feel the blazing temperature.

After the pillar of fire dissipated, the valley was no longer beautiful.

The surrounding area was in shambles, and the flowers and trees were burned by the flames, leaving only black, scorched earth and ashes.

On the charred earth, a flaming halberd was plunged into the earth.

Looking at the fire halberd, Master Mingwu's eyes burst into blue tendons, staring into the distance.

"Amitabha, Lord Yan, you also want to compete with the poor monk for this Minghui fruit?"

There was no sound in the distance, only the sound of heavy footsteps.

Master Mingwu's heart was shocked, and he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Although Yan Qingchuan is strong, it is impossible to give himself such a strong sense of crisis!

Who is coming?

Three figures quickly popped up in his mind.

Lonely Xiaolang!

Glass fairy!

Xiao Chengfeng!

Wrong!

He was horrified in his heart, these three people did not have such majestic qi and blood power.

When the person approached, Master Mingwu's pupils constricted.

The familiar mask, the weird black robe, turned out to be him!

Zhou Qiankun sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a bag in his hand was swept up and down, seeing that Master Mingwu's eyelids were beating wildly, and he couldn't help but take half a step back.

"The donor is really bold, he dares to find a poor monk, and is he not afraid of the poor monk's Dharma suppression?"

Master Mingwu held the rosary in his hand tightly, his gaze as sharp as a knife, projecting a strong killing intent.

Zhou Qiankun smiled mockingly, and the figure under the black robe looked more and more terrifying.

"Haha, Master Mingwu, I have a gift for you below."

Master Mingwu will wrinkle even more tightly tomorrow, what tricks does this big devil want to play?

Before he could finish thinking, the bag in Zhou Qiankun's hand was thrown out suddenly.

Master Mingwu's heart tightened, could it be that this big devil wanted to plot against himself?

Thinking of the fire halberd just now, Master Mingwu didn't want to be smashed by this thing.

He kicked the staff, spun in a circle, flew up and hit the bag.

In the next second, the bag exploded, and the white powder flew out of the sky, like a white mist, enveloping Master Mingwu.

Where did Master Mingwu think that someone would be so shameless, fighting against immortal cultivators, and actually throwing stone powder?

In an instant, the stone powder covered Master Mingwu, making him snow-white and looking extremely funny.

Master Mingwu was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Lime powder?"

He was stunned, Rao is a Buddha cultivator, and his heart is very good, and he almost couldn't help but scold at this moment.

What's that? How could you, an immortal cultivator, use such despicable means?

"You big devil don't think that this kind of street hooligan fighting trick can be useful to me, do you?"

This guy actually played such a little trick at this time.

Zhou Qiankun didn't say a word, just sneered and attacked.

He didn't know when he had put on his goggles.

Seeing Zhou Qiankun's figure killing, Master Mingwu snorted coldly, waved his Zen staff, and was about to hit him.

However, in the next second, his attack missed.

Master Mingwu's eyes widened, and his divine thoughts were invalid.

Without the blessing of divine thoughts, it was difficult for his eyes to keep up with the speed of Zhou Qiankun.

Zhou Qiankun's punch landed on Master Mingwu's back, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground, blood spilling from his mouth and slightly injured.

Zhou Qiankun's eyes showed a little affirmation.

The body of this enlightened mage is not simple, and he was only slightly injured after receiving a punch from himself.

"Master Mingwu, how does this delusional lime powder taste?"

Zhou Qiankun sneered.

Master Mingwu was so angry that he vomited blood, this big devil was so despicable!

Using the dust submerged in the Delusion Stone to shield his divine thoughts, causing his own shots to be completely unable to keep up with his rhythm.

Master Mingwu took a deep breath, he knew that he couldn't be beaten passively now.

He retracted his anger, adjusted his state, gathered his mind, and focused his energy.