Yang Shengyao frowned, and always felt something was wrong.

After the Wuxian Sect failed to assassinate the King of Yan, the court was bloody and purged. All the disciples and believers were killed and injured. Only the Red-clothed Dharma King escaped, and the other incense masters were hiding and dormant.

Under this situation, the Dharma King in Red dared to appear in front of him in a swagger and face the masters sent by the Qingyiwei and the Yan Wang Mansion.

Has she been so brave?

Or is it that the Red-clothed Dharma King had any conspiracy?

But in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is useless.

Today, the Wuxian Cult is invincible and unlucky.

In addition to capturing the Red-clothed Dharma King, what Yang Shengyao cares most about is the dragon cicada sword she stole from the Yan King's Mansion.

He was also very interested in the secrets in the Dragon Cicada Sword.

“Hand it.”

At Yang Shengyao's order, the Qingyiwei master came out in full swing.

For a moment, the sword and sword shadows intertwined into a net of heaven and earth, covering the red-clothed Dharma King.

Ordinary experts in the martial arts world are absolutely impossible to survive in the face of so many attacks by Qingyiwei.

However.

The moment the sword slashed the red-clothed Dharma King and wanted to break her body.

The weapon in the Qingyiwei's hand suddenly collapsed, as if it was cut into pieces by an invisible thing.

Then, a scream of horror rang out.

A dense bloodline appeared on the Qingyiwei master who was killing towards the Red-clothed Dharma King.

The bloodline exploded and blood splattered everywhere.

The body of the Qingyiwei master seemed to be cut into pieces by something, turning into corpses on the ground.

The Dharma King in red dress was wearing red dress, stood there without moving a step, and didn't even blink his eyes.

All the Qingyiwei masters within 500 meters around died suddenly.

It became a pool of mud.

Death was extremely miserable and weird.

Seeing this scene, all the Qingyiwei felt a stern, their scalp became numb, and the blood in their blood vessels was about to cool down.

What's going on?

The Dharma King in Red raised his head and showed a playful smile at the commander of the Qingyi Guard and the Buddhist master of the Prince Yan Mansion.

Come on, make a fool of yourself.

Yang Shengyao narrowed his eyes, and a light of inspiration flashed deep in his eyes.

In his vision, the red-clothed Dharma King was covered with red lines that were invisible to the naked eye.

These red lines are as tough as steel wires, and can cut everything you encounter.

The flesh and blood body of the Qingyiwei master was like soft tofu in front of the red line, cutting it effortlessly.

"The bloodline technique of the dirty immortal sect is damn."

Yang Shengyao's face was gloomy, and his face twitched as the Qingyiwei who had turned into parts that had been broken up all over the floor.

One meeting, hundreds of Qingyiwei masters died.

The Immortal Sect is really lawless and unscrupulous.

"Don't get close, shoot with the Pojun God's Crossbow."

The commander of the Qingyiwei guard raised his arms and shouted. The Qingyiwei guard next to him took out the broken army god crossbow and skillfully loaded the crossbow arrows at the Red-clothed Dharma King five hundred meters away.

"shoot!"

The rapid sound of breaking the wind suddenly rang out.

Crossbow arrows broke through the air, tearing the air and shooting at the red-clothed Dharma King in red.

At this moment, the red lines densely spread around the Red-clothed Dharma King began to squirm like living creatures, turning from tough steel wires to soft fingers, entangling the shot crossbow arrows.

In front of a large number of Qingyiwei masters, dense crossbow arrows stopped strangely in front of the Red-clothed Dharma King and suspended in the air.

The strange scene made my scalp numb.

Then, the crossbow arrow turned around and shot back at the Qingyiwei master at a faster speed.

Swish swish swish swish.

In the blink of an eye, the Qingyiwei master standing in the front row had no time to dodge and was shot into a sieve by a crossbow arrow.

Blood was everywhere, and blood kept coming out.

"What a powerful means."

Chen Bafang, who was observing in secret, couldn't help but exclaim.

After the Red-clothed Dharma King used his body to perform a bloodline surgery, he remembered the strange killing method of this dirty immortal sect.

Although the bloodline technique is too cruel and may not be needed, it is not enough to suppress one's body if it is too skilled.

There is no harm in watching more and learning more.

The Red-clothed Dharma King chuckled and took steps on the ground with blood. He rushed into the Qingyiwei array and killed him in a row.

"stop!"

Yang Shengyao was anxious and asked the Red-clothed Dharma King to continue killing like this. All the Qingyiwei masters he brought would be killed.

He had to take action at this moment.

A golden sword light came into my eyes.

Yang Shengyao appeared behind the red-clothed Dharma King, and the golden knife in his hand slashed hard at the back, trying to cut her twice.

However, the Red-clothed Dharma King predicted the move in advance, and his whole body seemed to be twisted into a flower, avoiding Yang Shengyao's attack in a strange posture, and killing the Qingyiwei master beside him.

Seeing that his subordinates around him were harvested by the red-clothed Dharma King like wheat, Yang Shengyao's face looked extremely ugly.

The red-clothed Dharma King had a strange body technique, and Yang Shengyao could not keep up with her speed.

I could only watch the Red-clothed Dharma King kill the master of the Blue-clothed Guard.

"This little Taoist priest is in great health."

The Red-clothed Dharma King was also shocked. Chen Bafang's body has great potential and can burst out with terrifying power under the secret method of stimulating potential.

Very easy to use.

At the same time, Chen Bafang's gains were not small.

Brand the experience and skills of the Red-clothed Dharma King against the enemy to form muscle memory.

There are unimaginable benefits for future practice.

"Two masters, hurry up and help me capture the rioters of the Immortal Sect."

Yang Shengyao waved his sword while saying to the Buddhist master sent by the Yan Prince's Mansion.

The monk in yellow robe nodded and took out a small jade Buddha from his body.

He said in unison:

"Welcome to me, Buddha Tathagata!"

Two magical powers were infused into the little jade Buddha, and the Buddha's light suddenly illuminated the world.

I saw the little jade Buddha soaring in the wind, and in an instant it turned into a huge Tathagata Buddha as majestic as a mountain.

The Tathagata Buddha is full of golden light, and his majestic aura suppresses the world.

Ten thousand demons lie dormant.

Chen Bafang saw that this Buddha Tathagata did not have the kind eyes that were worshipped in the temples, but had murderous aura on his face.

The terrifying murderous aura was as real as it was, making people shudder.

This Buddha Tathagata didn't know how many demons he killed to condense such a terrible murderous aura.

"You monks from Wuliang Vajra Temple? I didn't expect that in order to deal with me, I even invited the Tathagata of Killing Heart."

The Wuliang Vajra Temple worships the Demon Buddha, the Tathagata of Killing Mind, and practices the Killing Mind Zen skills, and the killing evil spirits may not be less than the Defiled Immortal Sect.

Everyone is with each other.

The Red-clothed Dharma King was also under great pressure when facing the Tathagata of Killing Heart, but her arrangement had been completed, and she was not afraid of the bald donkey in the Wuliang Vajra Temple.

"The bold monster dares to be here. I don't take my Buddha Tathagata seriously!"

The monk in the yellow robe shouted loudly, and the Tathagata who was killing in front of him opened his eyes.

A scarlet light shot out from the eyes of the Tathagata Killing Heart, sweeping over like a laser.

A dark scorch was left wherever it passed.

The Red-clothed Dharma King turned into a shadow and avoided the scarlet light, but saw the Qingyiwei master next to him unable to dodge and was cut off by the eyes of the Tathagata Killing Heart, and his death was tragic.

The Tathagata Killing Mind is much more cruel than the dirty immortal.

"I, Buddha, merciful."

The Tathagata Killing Heart clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, and then slapped the red-clothed Dharma King of the Immortal Sect with a palm.

The moment the Buddha's palm fell, the Qingyiwei master in Heimu Mountain could not bear the divine power and turned into a thick white bone.

As soon as the Tathagata of the Killing Heart comes out, all the enemies and us will be killed.

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Chapter completed!