Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 112 I'm going on a killing spree
Rumble!
Accompanied by a series of explosions like thunder rolling in the sky, a beam of light was seen rushing through the air, and behind it were dozens of similar beams of light.

In the fleeing light ahead, a young man in a black robe with a gloomy face was seen gritting his teeth and constantly urging a magic treasure in his hand. This treasure was called "Chuanxu Duntian Wusuo". When added to the fleeing light, it could increase the speed several times and also allow it to travel through the void in a short distance.

This person is the true disciple of the Holy Sect, Qin Tianhe!

However, Qin Tianhe looked extremely miserable at this moment. If it were not for the "Black Shuttle of Piercing the Void" in his hand, he would have been dead by now.

Behind him were a group of Buddhist monks.

"These shameless bald donkeys are definitely cheating!"

Qin Tianhe cursed as he ran, obviously realizing something was wrong. After all, Shi Xiu's gathering speed and tracking accuracy were too abnormal.

No matter how he tried to hide his aura, this group of Buddhist practitioners could find him accurately.

Of course, he also tried to turn around and fight back, but the group of Buddhist monks who were chasing him were obviously not easy to deal with, and they were proficient in the art of joint attacks.

Although the leader is not as good as him, he is only slightly weaker.

In this situation, it is impossible for one person to fight, so Qin Tianhe could only curse at the back while running away.

"Donor, your destiny has arrived."

After Qin Tianhe's death, he saw a Buddhist monk clasping his hands together and speaking in a thunderous voice: "My [Fulong Temple] is in need of Buddhists. Can you be a Dharma protector for my temple?"

"The Demon Sect uses humans as their own, committing numerous evil deeds. They do not respect merit and virtue, nor do they respect cause and effect. They are plagued by sins and obstacles, making this a poor place for pure cultivation. If the donor could abandon darkness and return to light, enter the Pure Land, and from then on follow the right path, listening to the Buddha's supreme and wonderful teachings, wouldn't that be much better? Why suffer in that place of suffering?"

".Amitabha!"

In an instant, more than ten Buddhist monks responded in unison.

There were even scriptures mixed in with the rumbling thunder, which made Qin Tianhe feel a sharp pain in his head, as if something was drilling into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Want to convert me!?"

Qin Tianhe's face turned pale, but he summoned all his true energy, suppressed the Buddhist chanting in his ears, and sped up to continue flying away.

Seeing this scene, the leading Buddhist monk immediately frowned.

At the same time, another Buddhist cultivator stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Guangming, this person is very good at escaping. It seems that he is not that easy to capture."

Guangming shook his head. "Junior brother, you don't know that our Master, the Fulong Temple, is in need of recruiting Buddhists. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been sent to participate in this battle to seize the Dao. We want to take advantage of this opportunity to convert as many outsiders as possible so that we can fill the Fulong Temple. Otherwise, how can we improve?"

"This person has extraordinary means, and is obviously a true disciple of the Demon Sect."

"So the harder it is to catch them, the more we must catch them! On the battlefield between good and evil, even if we do capture a true disciple of the Holy Sect, the Bodhisattva will protect us."

"Go on, catch up!"

Guangming was the leader of this group of Buddhist practitioners. Since he had spoken, the others naturally did not dare to have any other opinions and immediately chased after Qin Tianhe.

The same thing is happening everywhere in the world.

However, the disciples of the Holy Sect are also strong and weak. The strong ones are like Qin Tianhe who have received the true teachings, while the weak ones are only in the late stage of Qi Refining, so their endings are also different.

Some of them fought back and killed those who were chasing them.

Some died in battle from exhaustion after being besieged.

Some, seeing they could not escape, simply blew themselves up and perished together with the enemy.

However, no matter what, the Holy Sect was located and ambushed in advance, and with a small number of troops fighting against a larger one, the losses they suffered were ultimately much greater than those of the Dao Court and the Pure Land.

In a wilderness, the sword shines brightly.

clank--!
As a magic sword fell, the void opened and closed, and then a tall and heroic woman appeared and walked out, holding a head in her hand.

"Fairy Miaozhen, your reputation is well-deserved!"

Below, Wang Jinting, who was born in the Dao Court, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This demon sect's true disciple has considerable magical power. If it weren't for the fairy's intervention, it would have been difficult to capture him."

"A mere demon, vulnerable to attack."

The tall woman said coldly, "I have now reached a peak of my magical powers and want to establish my foundation. I am about to challenge the world with my sword. These demons can sacrifice their swords for me, so their deaths are worthy."

Outside the world of heaven, three true lords sat in a circle, each of their Dharma bodies supporting the sky and the earth, their eyes cast downward, and no changes in the world of heaven could escape their Dharma eyes.

At this moment, one of the Dharmakāyas suddenly burst into laughter: "Qingcheng, it seems we have come out on top this time!"

"Amitabha." Another Dharmakaya chanted the Buddha's name. Although he did not say much, the meaning was self-evident. It was obvious that he believed that he had already gained the upper hand.

You have to know that they came well prepared this time. Not only were the two fruit-level treasures they prepared targeted, creating a situation of outnumbering the enemy and setting ambushes and sieges, they also specially invited the true disciples of Jiange to join as external aid to fill the high-end combat power. It can be said that they put a lot of thought into it.

Of course, the results were very satisfying to them.

Such a great start!

However, facing the ridicule of the two True Lords Daoting and Jingtu, the True Lord Qingcheng Feixue, who came from the Holy Sect, was extremely calm and seemed to not care about the disadvantage at all.

Seeing her acting like this, the two True Lords frowned.

There won't be any problem, right?

The Demon Sect is brutal and cunning in its actions, and this is something that both Jiangdong and Jiangxi people are well aware of. It is really disturbing that True Lord Qingcheng Feixue is so calm.

"But no matter what, this time the three parties are joining forces to defeat the evil spirit."

'The advantage is mine! '

Inside the world, a ferocious look gradually appeared on Qin Tianhe's face. He had been running for a full half hour, and his true energy was about to run out.

However, behind him, a group of Buddhist cultivators led by Guangming were still chasing him closely. The light of more than ten people even merged into a golden dragon shape. He recognized that it was the magical power of the Eight Divisions of Buddhas in the Pure Land of Deep Bliss. It should belong to the "Dragon Clan" and was not ordinary among the Buddhist cultivators.

What made Qin Tianhe even more helpless was that he had vaguely guessed Guangming's intention.

"These bald asses are using me to fish!"

Qin Tianhe gritted his teeth. In fact, Guangming and others could have caught up with him and killed him long ago, but they kept luring him and maintained a posture of pursuit.

Is he trying to see if anyone comes to rescue him?
Thinking of this, Qin Tianhe suddenly wanted to laugh again. What did these bald donkeys think of Shengzong? A kind-hearted man who cared about his teammates and sacrificed himself for others?
Instead of hoping that someone would come to rescue him, it might be more realistic to hope that he would take the initiative to find a few disciples of the Holy Sect to act as shields for himself.

Rather, Qin Tianhe had already planned to do so.

As the saying goes, "A friend dies, but I die." As a disciple of the Holy Sect, I have always been very clear about the right and wrong of whether to die or others.

However, at this moment, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

"What it is?"

"It seems he's also a demon from Jiangbei!"

Guangming and Qin Tianhe looked up almost at the same time with happy expressions on their faces. The former was because he had a new prey, and the latter was because he had a scapegoat.

Boom!

The next second, a beam of light fell from the sky, like a lightning bolt, and wherever it passed, there were bursts of earth-shattering noises. It only suddenly separated after landing.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yang walked out, with sword rainbows piercing the air around him, attracting spiritual tides from all directions.

The moment he saw him, Qin Tianhe was stunned.

Guangming was also a little frightened by the sound. He did not rush forward, but stopped and said in a deep voice: "I wonder where this donor is from?"

Swish-!
The sword ball exploded and disappeared in a flash!
Lu Yang was too lazy to answer, he just raised his sword and slashed. Seeing this, the Buddhist monk standing in the front immediately started to practice magic and propped up a solid golden body.

This is also a common tactic used by the Pure Land in collective battles. First, the Buddhist cultivators who have cultivated a golden body and have many means of preserving their lives stand in the front, and then the other Buddhist cultivators use their magical powers from the back, assisted by formations. It is like a mobile fortress that can attack or defend.

Therefore, when Lu Yang took action, the Buddhist monks immediately responded as usual.

"I'll block it, you guys"

The Buddhist cultivator who took the initiative to greet Lu Yang found that his voice was cut off at his throat before he could finish his words, and then his vision began to spin.

".ah?"

His golden body had been polished for decades. Generally speaking, even a superior magic weapon would not be able to break it easily, but now it seemed as if it were made of paper.

One sword kills the head!
Lu Yang looked indifferent. He didn't know that the Pure Land and the Dao Court had already joined forces, nor did he know that the Yushu Sword Pavilion had sent an acquaintance as external aid to participate in this battle.

God, he only knew that he was going to go on a killing spree!

The force of swinging the sword, the height of raising the hand, the accuracy of casting spells, the speed of chasing, only by giving it his all can he let the True Lord of the Holy Sect see his attitude!

(End of this chapter)