Yan Qingchuan sighed and nodded: "Yes, elder, the disciple is no match for him."
Everyone couldn't sit still at all.
In one day's battle, four heroes were killed in a row.
How powerful is this evil cultivator?
Even if he is extremely powerful and fights four heroes in a row, he should be exhausted!
At this moment, even the motionless Heavenly Man's eyelids twitched.
He looked at the Tianling Mountain Range with strange eyes and felt anxious.
In the direction of the Buddhist sect, the elder of the Buddhist sect said: "Amitabha, if that evil cultivator is so rampant and encounters enlightenment, he will definitely fall on the spot."
The Buddhist side is very confident.
Master Mingwu's strength is on the same level as Xiao Chengfeng, Lonely Xiaolang, and Chu Shenhe among the twelve heroes. If the evil cultivator encounters him, he will only ask for trouble.
Even if he meets Chu Liuli, who owns eight Tianlong chariots, he can leave safely.
Hearing this, the other great sects also nodded fiercely.
"That's right, if that guy doesn't overestimate his ability and fights Master Mingwu, he will definitely die."
"After four fierce battles, the spiritual energy in his body should be almost exhausted. It is estimated that it will stop today."
The great master is extremely sorry. It would be great if Master Mingwu could stop the evil cultivator at this moment.
At this time, Master Mingwu was walking in an unknown valley. The flowers and grass in the valley were verdant, and the birds sang happily on the branches, as if to welcome this wise traveler.
Master Mingwu walked toward a cliff ahead, his steps steady and firm.
Gradually, he came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the bottomless canyon.
This is a natural barrier that separates the two worlds.
Above the cliff is the sky, and below is the vast land.
He came here to get the Minghui Fruit, a high-grade elixir that grows on the cliffs.
This fruit can strengthen people's wisdom roots and allow Buddhism to enter the Tao faster.
For other monks, it can help them greatly increase their understanding in a short period of time, and practicing spells is like drinking water and eating.
Especially for the gods and heavenly beings, with the help of this fruit, they can realize that heaven and earth can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and their cultivation will reach a thousand miles with each passing day.
The Minghui tree grows alone on the cliff, like an ascetic, blessed with wisdom.
With the Minghui Fruit right in front of him, Master Mingwu always felt uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.
He frowned and couldn't relax for a long time.
What kind of crisis could actually make him so frightened that even the use of Buddhist techniques and Mahayana Buddhism could not suppress it.
Master Mingwu felt uneasy, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.
He took a deep breath to calm himself and thought about the possible dangers.
Suddenly, he heard a roar in the distance, like thousands of horses galloping.
He looked up and saw that the sky in the distance was red, as if the entire sky was covered in flames.
"This is……"
Master Mingwu was shocked. He felt that the whole earth was shaking.
Immediately afterwards, a pillar of fire flew from a distance, like fire coming from heaven, swallowing up everything around it instantly.
Master Mingwu immediately cast a Buddhist spell, and a golden brilliance protected him, but he could still feel the hot temperature.
After the pillar of fire dissipated, the original beautiful scenery in the valley no longer existed.
The surrounding area was in a mess, with all the flowers, plants and trees burned by the flames, leaving only black scorched earth and ashes.
On the charred earth, a flaming halberd was inserted into the soil.
Looking at the fire halberd, Master Mingwu's eyes bulged with veins and stared into the distance.
"Amitabha, Donor Yan, do you also want to compete with the poor monk for this fruit of wisdom?"
There was no sound from the distance, only the sound of heavy footsteps.
Master Mingwu was frightened and immediately realized something was wrong.
Although Yan Qingchuan is tyrannical, it is impossible for him to give himself such a tyrannical sense of crisis!
Who is the visitor?
Three figures quickly appeared in his mind.
Dugu Xiaolang!
Fairy Liuli!
Xiao Chengfeng!
wrong!
He was horrified that these three people did not have such majestic energy and blood power.
When the visitor approached, Master Mingwu's pupils tightened.
That familiar mask and that weird black robe turned out to be him!
Zhou Qiankun sneered at the corner of his mouth and weighed a bag up and down in his hand. Master Mingwu's eyelids twitched wildly, and he even couldn't help but take half a step back.
"The donor is really bold. He dares to go to the poor monk. Isn't he afraid of the poor monk's Dharma suppression?"
Master Mingwu held the rosary in his hand tightly. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, projecting a strong murderous intention.
Zhou Qiankun smiled mockingly, and the figure under the black robe looked even more sinister and terrifying.
"Haha, Master Mingwu, I have a gift for you."
Master Mingwu will frown 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 suddenly thrown out.
Master Mingwu felt nervous. Could it be that this big devil wanted to plot against him?
Thinking of the fire halberd just now, Master Mingwu didn't want to be hit by it.
He kicked the Zen stick with his foot, and the Zen stick spun in a circle, flew up and hit the bag directly.
The next second the bag exploded, white powder flew out all over the sky, like white mist, covering Master Mingwu.
How could Master Mingwu have imagined that someone would be so shameless, throwing rocks and powder in a battle between immortal cultivators?
In an instant, the stone powder covered Master Mingwu, making him covered in white and looking extremely funny.
Master Mingwu was so shocked that he couldn't believe it.
"lime powder?"
He was stunned. Although he was a Buddhist and had a very good character, he could hardly help but curse at this moment.
What the hell? You, a dignified immortal cultivator, actually use such despicable methods?
"You, a big devil, don't think that this kind of dirty trick used by street gangsters in fights can be effective on me, do you?"
This guy actually played such a little trick at this time.
Zhou Qiankun said nothing, just sneered and launched the attack.
He had put on goggles before his eyes.
Seeing Zhou Qiankun's figure approaching, Master Mingwu snorted coldly, waved his Zen staff, and was about to hit him.
However, the next second, his attack failed.
Master Mingwu's eyes widened, his spiritual thoughts actually failed.
Without the blessing of divine thoughts, it was difficult for his eyes to keep up with Zhou Qiankun's speed.
Zhou Qiankun punched Master Mingwu on the back, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground. Blood overflowed from his mouth and he was slightly injured.
There was some certainty in Zhou Qiankun's eyes.
Master Mingwu's physical body is not simple at all. He was only slightly injured after receiving a punch from himself.
"Master Mingwu, how does this lime powder taste?"
Zhou Qiankun sneered.
Master Mingwu was so angry that he vomited blood. This big devil was so despicable!
He used the dust submerged in the Powan Stone to shield his spiritual thoughts, causing his attacks to be completely unable to keep up with his rhythm.
Master Mingwu took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer passively be beaten.
He retracted his anger, adjusted his state, gathered his mind, and concentrated his energy.
