The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Qiu Qianren was, after all, one of the top masters below the Five Greats. Even though he had been insane for a long time, the temple master still couldn't defeat him.

However, this temple abbot relied on his internal strength, so even though he didn't know how to use it, he could still persevere.

Seeing that he couldn't win, he gritted his teeth.

"Returning Light Formation!"

He shouted, and the monks in the temple turned around and left, quickly bringing out bronze mirrors from the rooms.

"What are they trying to do?" Ma Guangzuo was puzzled, but Wang Jiuling saw through it.

"A bronze mirror? Perhaps it's meant to utilize reflection."

As expected, Wang Jiuling guessed correctly.

Although the bronze mirrors these monks carried were for everyday use, they were specially polished to a shine with lead powder before they went out.

At this moment, they all took half a step back, surrounded Qiu Qianren, and then faced the mirror towards the sun.

This isn't lighting; it's a secret "blinding trick" passed down among street thugs.

Although it was springtime, the sun was very high in the Western Regions.

The abbot of Vajra Gate Temple used his vajra pestle to repel Qiu Qianren, and then quickly retreated behind his disciple.

The next second, the mirror reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of light.

Just as Qiu Qianren was going berserk, he saw blinding reflections coming from all directions, completely surrounding him.

Looking around, Qiu Qianren covered his eyes and turned his body, only to find that the light had no blind spots.

At that moment, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Aaaaaah!"

Qiu Qianren roared and was about to head in one direction.

Behind the monks, the abbot of Vajra Gate Temple let out a cold laugh.

"Hmph! Last time Yideng came to visit, it just so happened to be a cloudy day. You won't be so lucky today!"

He waved his hand, and more disciples appeared.

They appeared in groups of three, carrying four bronze bells, at the four directions of the encirclement.

This bronze bell not only has an opening at the bottom, but also at the top.

They turned the bell horizontally, aiming it at Qiu Qianren in the center of the encirclement.

The copper rod in hand rhythmically strikes or stirs the inner wall of the bronze bell.

Suddenly, a series of piercing and unpleasant sounds spread forward, coming from all four directions and converging directly at the center.

hum!

Before Qiu Qianren could even deal with the blinding glare, he felt like his head was about to explode.

The sound of the bronze bell seemed chaotic, but it contained a special pattern, as if it could penetrate his internal organs and even his meridians, making his body numb and his mind go blank.

He was a madman after all. In a direct fight, he could even fight the Five Greats, but his underhanded tactics were precisely aimed at Qiu Qianren's weak point.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Qiu Qianren rushed headlong toward the direction where the abbot of the Vajra Gate Temple had been.

Completely disregarding the fact that he could neither see nor hear clearly at that moment, and that his internal energy was disordered due to the sound of the bell.

"Heh! You idiot!"

The abbot of Jingangmen Temple looked at Qiu Qianren rushing over and snorted coldly.

"Get out of the way!"

At his command, the two monks in front of him stepped aside.

Even though the dazzling light in front of him had lessened, Qiu Qianren's eyes had been dazzled for so long that he was completely blinded and could not see what was in front of him.

The next second, the abbot's vajra was already smashing down on his head.

If that hits hard, it would probably kill him on the spot.

But Qiu Qianren is Qiu Qianren after all, and the temple master underestimated him.

At the crucial moment, Qiu Qianren actually raised his hand to block it.

His Iron Palm skill had made his hands as hard as iron. Although he was caught off guard, his left hand was struck by the Vajra Pestle, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.

But in the end, he still managed to catch it.

"What?!" The temple master was horrified, but then he saw Qiu Qianren's face contorted as his other hand struck at him.

The terrifying gust of wind rushed towards him, turning the temple abbot's face pale. He could only hastily use the Vajra Palm technique to deal with it.

boom!

Qiu Qianren's internal energy was disrupted by the sound of the bell, but his Iron Palm skill was too abnormal. The temple master was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air before crashing to the ground.

However, Qiu Qianren was also badly hurt. With his internal energy in disarray, he used his bare hands to take the Vajra pestle head-on, and his left hand was now broken and crippled.

"Ho! Ho!"

Qiu Qianren roared, determined to kill them all, even with only one hand remaining.

His eyes were too dazzled to recover quickly, and he was acting erratically, rushing around without trying to avoid anything.

Even though the monks of the Vajra Sect kept falling, they still outnumbered Qiu Qianren and kept using traps to interfere with him.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Qianren had killed nearly half of the more than one hundred members of the Vajra Sect.

The temple grounds were littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river.

The members of the Vajra Sect were terrified of him and dared not approach him.

boom!

A monk struck Qiu Qianren on the shoulder from behind with a stick, causing Qiu Qianren to stagger. However, Qiu Qianren frantically turned around and struck the monk's head with a palm strike, knocking it to the side.

But at this moment, he finally exhausted his inner strength and collapsed to the ground.

The people of the Vajra Sect still dared not approach; they were truly terrified by the man's killing prowess.

The temple abbot squinted at Qiu Qianren, who was surrounded, and even he dared not approach him.

Qiu Qianren was lying in a pool of blood.

He was frantically trying to continue killing.

But at this moment, his left hand was broken, he was completely exhausted, his internal energy was depleted, and he was almost at the end of his life.

My eyes were dazzled for a long time, and then sweat got in, making my vision blurry.

The sound of the bell made my ears ring.

At this moment, he could not resist, could not see clearly, could not hear clearly, and could not make a sound.

kill!!

I'm going to kill everyone!!

Qiu Qianren roared inwardly, but after realizing it was all in vain, he suddenly felt fear.

The fear of impending death even momentarily suppressed his out-of-control murderous intent.

I killed someone again? Then I deserve to die!

No!! I shouldn't die! I've already become a monk! I've already repented! Why should I die?!

In despair, Qiu Qianren's consciousness blurred, strange noises came from his throat, and he lay on the ground making "hoho" sounds.

His mind was in a state of confusion, but there was still "hope".

Yes! Recite scriptures!

As long as I chant scriptures, it means I have already taken refuge in Buddhism! My sins are being washed away!

I shouldn't have died!

Just like what I've been doing all these years!

In despair, Qiu Qianren's mouth slowly opened and closed, but the next second, he was so terrified that he almost collapsed.

My tongue? My tongue is gone!

Without a tongue, how can I chant scriptures? How can I take refuge in Buddhism?

I'm going to die again!

what! !

Qiu Qianren cried out in his heart, and in that instant, a figure flashed through his mind.

Master!

Master Yideng!

That's right! Although I can't chant scriptures, as long as Master is there, he will protect me from sins!

I won't have to die!

Hasn't it always been like this all these years?

Qiu Qianren turned his blurry eyes, trying to find the figure who always silently watched over him.

But then it suddenly dawned on me that my master had been gone for quite some time.

My heart, which had just begun to feel somewhat comforted, has once again fallen into self-doubt.

Master is not here! Master is not here!

He was afraid; he was afraid of being killed.

At this moment, he even thought about suicide, but he found that he could not move, his internal energy was exhausted, and he could not even commit suicide.

True darkness and despair completely enveloped Qiu Qianren.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling, who had been watching all this from the loess slope, finally stood up.

It seems that the Vajra Sect only has these tricks up its sleeve.

Now it was his turn to make a move.