After saying a word, Yuan Ming's body suddenly left the ground and was sucked into Yi Yang's hand by a powerful suction force. Before he could struggle, his neck was firmly pinched by the god. Yuan Ming's feet hung in the air and stared at the air weakly.

"Say! Where is Yuanchang?" Yi Yang pinched Yuanming's neck, stared at the fat monk's eyes, and continued, "If you don't talk now, then wait until you die and ask your soul. Monk, are you ready to abandon this skin?"

At this time, Yuan Ming's face had turned black and purple, and his tongue was stretched out, and he was about to die. At this moment, a figure came to Yi Yang and snatched Yuan Ming's body from his hand before the gods could only react. Then he threw it to Gui Bugui's hand. If this person had played a step, the monk would have already swallowed at this time.

"Wu Mian! Do you still want to ruin my business?" After seeing who was the one who robbed Yuanming, Yi Yang continued with a gloomy face: "Now I don't want to open the road to heaven again. As long as I avenge Gu Yuanqiu, Yuanchang's body and spirit are destroyed, I will return to heaven and never descend to earth. The grudges between you and me are also written off..."

"When did I have only grudges with God? You are the noble Gods. How dare you have grudges with God like me?" Wu Mian sneered and looked at Yi Yang, whose face was getting ugly, paused for a moment, and continued, "If you want to go back to heaven, go back now. If you are too late, you may not be able to go back even if you want to."

"Then I want to see why you should keep me. I have seen through your tricks..." After saying this, Yi Yang suddenly spurted a blood mist at Wu Mian. The blood mist gathered but did not dissipate. The god only stepped forward and passed through the blood mist. In an instant, his whole body turned blood red. Seeing that Yi Yang was still holding a backhand, Wu Mian frowned slightly.

"Originally, this is the killer move to compete with the gods for the throne after descending to earth. I didn't expect that it would be used on you in the end. If you die under my divine body, you will die to the point." After saying a sentence, Yi Yang suddenly waved a circle at Wu Mian who had just shown the greedy wolf. The white-haired man squirted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his body was knocked away high.

Before Wu Mian could react, Yi Yang's body flashed and took the lead in the air, reaching out to grab the dragon-shaped magic weapon in the white-haired man's arms. Then a red light appeared in the air, accompanied by a loud bang, Wu Mian's body flew straight out of the temple.

Before Wu Mian was beaten away, Gui Bugui had already reached mid-air. Originally, this old guy wanted to pick him up, but Gui Bugui saw that after Yi Yang changed his divine body, he was no longer the only one who could deal with him. He wanted to save Wu Mian first and delay the time and let the white-haired man take the opportunity to use Emperor Demolition to attack. Unexpectedly, Emperor Demolition had already reached Yi Yang's hands, and Wu Mian was still alive and his current position became awkward.

"Do you want to kill the gods?" After Emperor Beng was in hand, Yi Yang had no more taboos. After he sneered, he aimed the dragon mouth of the magic weapon at the old guy's head. Then he continued, "Is there anything else to say? If you don't say it, I will use you to pay tribute to those gods."

"Yes! I have something to say..." Gui Bugui stared at the black dragon mouth and hurriedly continued to shout loudly: "Yuan Ming will be left to God for treatment! Silly boy, send Monk Yuanming here..."

"Old guy, you're afraid of nothing! Isn't it just a death? I'm ready to die with you. You should take a step first, and I'll use wax skewers to penetrate my heart. What kind of god, if you bring seeds, you'll kill this old guy now. If you're slow, I'll scold your ancestors..." As he spoke, Bai Wuqiu had already pulled out a butter candle on a copper-tethered wax skewers, aiming the tip of the wax skewers at his heart, and waiting for Gui Buguiyi to die. He used wax skewers to commit suicide here.

However, Yi Yang had only one Yuanchang in his eyes. He didn't want to provoke another Baiwuqiu at this time, and the backstage of the ginseng doll was not easy to provoke. After all, it was a god. For the sake of Gui Bugui, if you accidentally fail, it would be a loss. At that moment, Yi Yang sneered at Gui Bugui and said, "Your head will be placed on your own neck for the time being, take these two monsters together..."

When this sentence was said, Gui Bugui felt relieved. When he fell to the ground, he hurriedly left Fengxia Temple with two monsters who were very unwilling to accept it, and ran towards Wu Mian's landing. If this white-haired man had a great life, he could still save his life.

At this time, the people and soldiers who were incense in Fengxia Temple had long since dispersed. Because the scene was too chaotic, when these people fled, several people were trampled to death. Only two or three loyal disciples of Yuan Ming stayed there. They didn't want to save their master, but now they can only wait to collect Yuan Ming's body later.

"Do you still say nothing? Yuanming, then I can only talk to your soul." While talking, Yi Yang slowly landed and stood in front of Yuanming, who didn't even have the courage to escape. After a lot of this monk, he reached out and picked up the wax skewers that Bai Wuqiu was still on the ground. He pressed the tip of the needle against Yuanming's heart, and then continued, "Think about my question and let the soul answer it later..." 1713 Silu Jiuba.

Before he finished speaking, Yi Yang's hand gently pushed forward. Yuan Ming only felt a chill in his heart. As the wax spike was pulled out of his heart, the monk felt a little pain, accompanied by the continuous flow of slightly hot liquid. The monk fell to the ground weakly, but still twitched. The scene in front of him began to blur little by little...

After a while, Yuanming felt himself floating out of his body. He could already see another self lying on the ground...

"Now you can answer my question." A cold voice sounded from behind him. Then, Yuan Ming's "body" turned around involuntarily and saw the god who had just killed him. At this time, the monk's mind was blank, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart that kept saying to himself: Hurry up... I am a soul, I can't hide it anymore. If the soul is gone, there is really nothing left...

Looking at Yuan Ming's soul-stupid appearance, Yi Yang said again: "Where is Yuanchang now..."

"I... don't know, we haven't seen each other for several years, and I don't know where he is." Yuan Ming replied in a daze and continued: "I originally thought that Wu Mian, Gui Bugui and others knew... I still wanted to inquire with them..."

Yi Yang frowned. He could not imagine that the fat monk really didn't know Yuanchang's whereabouts. But the god just didn't give up and continued to say: "Since your soul is so stubborn, then you will be distracted and will turn into nothingness..."

When the god was only talking, his hands suddenly exerted force, and then the monk's soul began to tremble constantly. Then Yuan Ming rushed to a moment of dizziness and could not see anything, as if he had turned into smoke.

Just when Yuan Ming thought his soul had turned into nothingness, a crisp sound suddenly came from his ears. Then his eyes lit up, and the pilgrims who had burned incense and the ritual officials sent by the emperor were gathered around him.

"Master Yuanming, are you okay? You suddenly didn't move just now, and you scared us." The official of Li frowned and looked up at the monk, then continued, "Master, if you are tired, please rest. Leave the Buddha's birthday to other Zen masters..."

When the official of Li was speaking, Yuan Ming saw Wu Mian standing behind him, Gui Bugui and others. Looking at where there were any traces of fighting around? At that moment, Yuan Ming immediately understood what happened. After a bitter smile, he said to the official of Li, "Sir, I met the Buddha in a trance..."
Chapter completed!