Chapter 93

Elder Mingjing was thrown towards Su Ye by Master Mingjue like an arrow that had left the string.

Everyone in the Demon Cult was shocked when they saw it.

Su Ye had never met Elder Ming Jing before.

Elder Mingjing is still dressed like a monk from Qingliang Temple...

Only Su Wei was not in a hurry, and just shouted: "Don't throw it!"

Seeing that Su Ye was facing Elder Mingjing who was throwing at him, he didn't blow him up with a punch, but stretched out his hand, firmly and gently, to catch Elder Mingjing firmly.

But he was grinning, and his next move was to raise Elder Ming Jing, ready to throw it back towards Bing Maha who was facing him.

Hearing his eldest brother Su Wei yell, Su Ye was stunned, so he didn't throw Elder Mingjing away.

Seeing the approaching "Sick Maha" Master Mingjue, Su Ye's eyes lit up.

There seemed to be black and purple lightning flashing in his pupils.

Raising his hands, he threw little Su Yuan and Elder Mingjing together towards Su Wei.

Then Su Ye threw out both fists and met Master Mingjue's palms.

The two vicious ghost dragons roared together.

Master Mingjue's body also lit up with glazed Buddha light, which instantly manifested and condensed into a solemn Buddha statue with precious appearance.

This Buddha statue is less than ten feet high.

It is much smaller than the Bodhi face of Master Ming Guan, and only a circle larger than the Arhat face of Elder Ming Jing and Zen Master Zhi An.

However, Su Ye threw out both fists, and the two black and purple ghost dragons collided with the Buddha statue, but they failed to penetrate it.

The black purple evil light and the glazed Buddha light fluttered and shattered together.

Just the aftermath of the confrontation between the two sides, the strong wind spread to the surroundings, causing cracks to appear in the rocks in the distance, and the gravel rolled down.

That Buddha statue seems to be flawless, flawless, free from troubles, and free from dust.

It forcibly withstood the attacks of the two ghost dragons, and even had enough strength to raise its palms and grab them.

Master Mingguan saw it and admired it in his heart.

The other monks of Qingliang Temple were even more excited.

"Sick Maha" Master Mingjue fell to the twelfth level due to old injuries and persistent illnesses.

Previously, Chen Luoyang broke into the Sanskrit Pure Land, and now he lost even the only means to temporarily maintain Emperor Wu's strength.

But under Emperor Wu, he was still undoubtedly the top master.

Qingliang Temple's three unique arts.

Quit, clean and clean the knife.

Ding, Ba Ding volts wand.

Hui, Mahayana Bodhi fist.

Separately delve into the Buddhist precepts, samadhi, and wisdom.

Only those who have successfully cultivated and mastered all the three great skills can achieve the highest unique skills of Qingliang Temple.

Those who leak out are those who cut off all troubles.

Compared with the Leujinzhe and Luojintong in Buddhist legends, Leujin Shenzhang is not as magical, but there are already some clues.

At this moment, Master Mingjue unfolded his Leujin Divine Palm and condensed it into a Leujin form, trying to suppress Su Ye's Ghost Dragon Spear.

Master Mingguan took the opportunity to try to rescue other Qingliang Temple monks.

But when Lu Jinxiang stretched out his palms and grabbed the two ghost dragons with the momentum of a giant Buddha, Su Ye did not panic, but smiled at Master Mingjue.

Then, he had an extra pitch-black iron gun in his hand.

Except that the whole body is made of black iron, the iron spear is ordinary, not any magical weapon, but an ordinary black iron spear.

The body of the gun was even stained with rust.

But just with such a tattered iron gun in his hand, the wholesale boy's demeanor is different.

It's like finishing touches.

A monstrous ferocity emerged.

A little bit of sharpness on the tip of the spear is like the sharpest point in the world, invincible.

"Sick Maha" Master Mingjue exhausted his omissions, and grasped the empty space with both palms.

A black shadow flashed past.

It has been stabbed in the chest of the Buddha again.

Leaking all the places on Xiang's chest, instantly breaking open the cracks!

The power that is perfect and pure, with no more troubles, suddenly has a gap and falls into the mortal world.

Master Mingjue gave birth to lotuses under his feet, and retreated step by step.

While Leu Jin retreated, the ferocious ghost dragon with teeth and claws on its chest was chasing after him, vowing to pierce the Buddha statue and Master Mingjue together and nail them into a string.

Before the monks in Qingliang Temple could react, Su Ye shook the spear in his hand.

Then, the pair of black and purple ghost dragons that Master Mingjue was chasing after, the dragon head continued to move forward, and the dragon tail flicked in the air.

With this flick, the dragon's tail changed into a dragon's head.

A two-headed dragon with no tail.

The second dragon's head transformed from the dragon's tail rushed out while roaring, and rushed towards the "Honor of Ferrying Evil" Master Mingguan on the other side like lightning!

The ghost dragon's two heads sprinted to one side.

The dragon body stretched rapidly, and then broke off from the middle.

The two fractures each turned into a new dragon tail.

Two ghost dragons rushed towards the two generations of abbots of Qingliang Temple respectively!

With one shot of Su Ye, he suddenly put two twelfth-level Buddhist masters under the point of his spear at the same time.

For the "sick maha" master Mingjue, the pressure has eased a little.

He regrouped and took Su Ye's shot.

But Master Mingguan on the other side was caught off guard.

The vicious ghost dragon instantly pierced through the arhat figure he used to parry.

Master Mingguan tried his best to escape the shot again and again.

But Su Ye's offensive continued continuously, and at the point of the gun, ghost dragons flew all over the sky, covering the two masters of Buddhism, Mingjue and Mingguan.

The two monks stabilized their minds, guarded their positions, and fought with them.

However, in other places, it has been ignored.

Su Wei caught Xiao Su Yuan and Elder Ming Jing: "Master, my younger brother is rude, please don't take offense."

"Su Shouzuo is too polite." Elder Mingjing looked back before he could get a firm footing, and looked at Su Ye with a slightly complicated expression, fighting fiercely against the top two Buddhist masters of Mingjue and Mingguan, and did not lose the wind in the slightest. , and even recruited to attack.

"I have heard about the name of the ghost dragon, but there is very little information about it. Seeing it now, it is really amazing. The young ones are surprising, and the stronger ones are surprising." Elder Mingjing let out a long breath.

After Zhang Tianheng killed a Qingliang Temple master, he said hesitantly: "Jiange Shijing, who was fascinated at the age of seventeen, even though he is the enemy, I also admire him, but there is still such a young master in our sect, who is gentle and gentle at the age of seventeen."

The imperial chariot of six dragons hovered above the sky.

Chen Luoyang was sitting by the window at the moment, watching the whole battle below.

He thought of more.

No wonder he was so tolerant and arrogant towards this kid.

The previous leader, and other generals of the young and strong sect, probably hoped that this Su Ye could reach the thirteenth realm as soon as possible, become Emperor Wu, and check and balance against the head of the Suzaku Palace, right?

The leader is pressing on it.

If he comes up from below, life will be difficult for the head of the Suzaku Hall.

The life of the entire old school is not easy.

On the ground, Elder Mingjing muttered to himself: "The twelfth realm at the age of seventeen, seems to be second only to the leader?"

Su Wei coughed dryly, and said in a modest tone: "This kid is not very good, Master..."

After a few words, Su Ye's offensive became more and more urgent.

"Sick Maha" Master Mingjue can still parry, but Master Mingguan on the other side is beginning to be unable to do what he wants.

Finally, with a careless move, he was shot through the arm by Su Ye.

Blood splattered all over the sky, and fell on the rocks that had fallen into one piece next to it, breaking the rocks apart.

The blood stained into a somewhat bizarre picture.

It seems abstract, but it seems to have a sense of beauty.

The spear in Su Ye's hand suddenly slowed down, and his eyes couldn't help looking at the scene.

Master Mingjue and Master Mingguan did not fight back, but took the opportunity to retreat.

The six dragon imperial chariots in the sky seemed to be overwhelmed by dark clouds.

Su Ye looked at the blood painting in a daze, with a spear in his hand like a pen, tracing and gesticulating in mid-air.

"...Master, you have...rewarded..." Su Wei had just spoken the second half of the sentence at this time, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Elder Ming Jing looked at Su Ye, and then turned to look at Su Wei beside him.

Under the gaze of Elder Mingjing, Su Wei wished he could find a hole in the ground and get in.

Zhang Tianheng also had a hot face: "...that's why the leader rarely sends him errands."

"..." In the six dragon emperor's chariot, Chen Luoyang looked expressionless.

He sighed deeply and shook his head.

Then stood up and walked out of the hall.

The Demon Emperor appeared, and the mountains and rivers below, where the battle was raging, fell silent for a moment.