The Vajra Stick swept down a large shadow of the stick.

Carrying a violent blast.

The master of the Literature Sect held a long stick and slapped it down. The fire stick that was hammered and tidied was like a big whip in the high-speed sinking-

Yellow sand is broken.

The ascetic on the top of the Lingshan City Wall saw a big stick buzzing out, nailed into the city wall, and smashed a large spider web. It shook down together with several practitioners near the city wall, and supported the ground with both hands. The surging yellow sand was densely filled with raindrops like bows and arrows.

It is also mixed with the smell of blood.

The strong wind blew, and hundreds of ghosts whimpered.

Two young figures in cloaks stepped on the eaves and rushed over the stars and moon all the way, climbing the city walls covered with yellow sand, one big and one small, with gloomy expressions.

Song Jinglian pressed down with one hand, and seemed to randomly hold the handles of the three ancient swords in her palm. Her eyes were spinning around the city. She looked at the ascetics who were frightened by Song Que's actions and were still confused. She thought that her psychological intuition was indeed not wrong... It was not a good thing for her father to leave Lingshan for no reason.

Song Que took action against Jin Yi.

Because the news of the visitor from Yaochi was hidden by Song Que... Song Yiren is still unclear about the specific causes and consequences, so he can only use his intuition to vaguely guess a rough guess.

In fact, he had already expected this scene as early as the Buddhist Bathing Festival.

There are many people in Lingshan who are impeaching their fathers.

Because Song Que opened a murderous act more than ten years ago, these people always thought that this guest official was an uncontrollable madman and might detonate the entire Lingshan at any time... If he was not wrong, this scene should be what Jin Yi wanted to see after his painstaking efforts.

The leader of the Vinaya Sect was also a madman.

This madman wants to prove that Song Que will harm the interests of Buddhism... Once his father starts killing again today, the situation will become serious.

"No one is allowed to take action without my order."

Song Jinglian squatted on the head of the city wall and slowly stood up, speaking expressionlessly. He let go of his palm slightly, and Cinnabar pulled out a long knife from his waist. With a "clang", it shone out a silver-white sword light. Facing the ascetics in Lingshan, he was ready to use the knife at any time.

"Does Keqingshan want to rebel?"

A ascetic practitioner of the Vinaya school bulged his forehead and roared loudly. He had just stood up and had not yet come to stand firmly. He was immediately hit by a white sword light like a rainbow. The figure of cinnabar was as fast as lightning, and the knife was faster, but it was not really a killing intention. The back of the knife hit the other party's waist with a blow, slapped the disciple of the Vinaya, who was two heads taller than her, and flew out fiercely. He circled twice like a gyro, and his back hit the stone wall while twisting, and fainted with a low head.

The woman holding the long sword pointed the tip of the knife at the ground with a expressionless face, her steps were light and silent, and she walked on the top of the city.

There is silence all over the place.

Song Jinglian's robe rolled in the wind, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene in the yellow sand.

My father's blue shirt, which is not very tall, appears in the looming sand and dust.

The guest raised one hand and pinched a man's neck.

Jin Yi pressed Song Que's wrist with his hands and ten fingers in pain, but he could not shake the thin middle-aged Confucian scholar at all. After dispersing the fire-twisting power of the hindrance Bodhisattva, Song Que still used only one move to defeat the arrogant sect leader of the Vinaya Sect.

Jin Yi's golden foil robe flew in the yellow sand, and his throat made a roar. The heavy and long ancient Sanskrit squeezed out from his teeth with difficulty. The fire stick inserted into the city wall suddenly pulled out on its own and turned into a stream of light again.

Song Que's face was expressionless and her sleeves were whispered.

In the midst of lightning, the long line of the Vajra stick that crossed the heaven and earth was interrupted. Song Que grabbed the fire stick with one hand, sank down with one knee, and pressed the head of the master of the Literature Sect into the ground with the other hand.

A "clang" sound.

Jin Yi coughed out a mouthful of blood, and his ears were filled with the hot thunder sound of a fire stick.

The treasure that I was proud of for practicing for a lifetime, rubbed my cheeks and penetrated the earth, sank halfway through.

A crush.

The leader of the Literary Sect is no match for Song Que at all.

Blood was oozing out of Jin Yi's seven orifices. Even though he had an almost invincible body in the realm of Star Lord, he was still fragile in front of Song Que like a piece of white paper. The face of the sect leader looked quite miserable at this moment, and his pale facial features were oozing out of blood.

"Is this scene familiar?"

Song Que asked expressionlessly.

The sect leader whose head was almost buried in the dust roared in a low voice, like a furious beast, struggling all over his body under the suppression of huge power, but it was like a joke.

This scene... is it familiar?

This extremely sarcastic statement was like an awl, piercing into Jin Yi's heart. More than ten years ago, the day when his senior brother Jin Yun died, he was like this. He was pressed to the ground by Song Que, and his life was hanging on the line. Because of Shao Yun, Song Que saved his life.

This scene reappeared.

humiliation.

Great humiliation.

Jin Yi's eyes were covered with bloodshots. The practitioners of the Vinaya School were obeyed by the precepts and were responsible for maintaining the order of Lingshan. The Shura Field in the southern part was a must-pass place for the disciples of the Vinaya School to practice. There everyone would learn to "anger". If they had not experienced anger, they would not be able to turn into Vajra and possess the power of killing and guarding.

He was able to maintain his life in the past fifteen years because he tasted all his anger in Song Que.

He regarded his senior brother as a relative and died in the murder of Song Que.

His dignity was also trampled by Song Que.

The guest mountain is high above, watching the battle between Zen rules... The person who holds this power is just a "scholar" who can gain power by twisting fire. He does not even believe in Buddhism, practices Buddhist principles, and does not respect rules.

Anger is the driving force behind Jin Yi's survival.

He wanted to prove to Shao Yun that there was no place for Song Que to sacrifice in this Lingshan Mountain, and the Buddhist Pure Land does not need such "experienced people" to guide him, and the only way is to trigger a "war".

Let everyone in Lingshan see Song Que's "true face".

Let everyone experience your pain.

Jin Yi coughed violently.

Is this prejudice...it doesn't matter anymore...

Lingshan does not need a person like Song Que, even if he can become powerful.

But Song Que will make Lingshan’s faith no longer pure.

After today, every practitioner of the Vinaya School will remember the "pain" brought by this great guest official.

The leader of the Literature Sect struggled to turn his head and looked at the man in blue shirt with a "spoken look" on his face. He actually smiled twistedly, and then tried to raise his head, but unfortunately he was pressed tightly by one palm, and even Song Que's face could not be seen.

He is still laughing.

"Come on...Come on...Kill me..."

Jin Yi's head was pressed into the ground and into the yellow sand. He roared hideously: "Song Que! Come on! Take action! Kill me!"

He can die for Lingshan.

As long as today... Song Que takes action.

Then there is no room for turning around in the matter of "impeachment" of the great guest official.

The palm that pressed his forehead continued to exert force.

Song Que's expression was still calm.

But he didn't do anything... but slowly raised his head. There was a little light in the yellow sand, falling three feet away.

The Great Hall at the highest point of Lingshan Mountain.

The old man sitting in the light, his body was gradually withdrawn, as if he had escaped from the shackles of the "mortal fetus". In this dark space, even his body turned into the ultimate light.

This light came outside the Lingshan City Wall.

This is why Song Que didn't take action, not because of "mercy", nor because of the so-called "mercy and soft-hearted". He never felt a trace of compassion for Jin Yi... This was the case ten years ago, and it was the case ten years later.

"Master Shao Yun."

The guest minister pressed Jin Yi's head with one hand, and the sect leader was in an extremely embarrassed manner at this moment.

Forced to fall and bow down.

The body kept twitching.

It looks like he is pleading guilty.

The old man in the light, his body is like a "feather" flowing back time, and the fine light comes together from all directions and turns into broken clothes, ancient pages, pale skin, his face and outline are still blurred.

The picture of the three people was almost impossible to see clearly on the city wall due to yellow sand and the power of wishes... But the power of the Main Hall traveled through the void like a torrent, causing the time flow rate at the entire Lingshan city to slow down.

Song Jinglian leaned forward, as if she was about to fall from the city.

Rotate the scabbard and prepare to accompany Song Yiren to jump off the cinnabar at the top of the city.

Those ascetics who hold on to the bricks and tiles of the city walls and try to see clearly what is happening below...

All of them condensed into a still picture in time.

Song Que held down the leader of the Lu Sect and stared at Shao Yun with his head cold and slow voice.

"Because of this idiot, the divination technique failed, I'm too late to go... Many people died in Yaochi."

"The picture there is very miserable... even worse than Xiao Leiyin Temple."

"Those 'guys', like the mastermind behind Mingsha Mountain, pursue evil will and faith, trying to turn Yaochi into a 'dark altar'."

When this sentence is said.

Jin Yi was stunned.

Song Que said gloomyly: "The entire Sui world is chasing these immortal 'filth'. The White Walkers in Lingshan are hiding very deeply... It's not just Ju Xing. The 'curse' on Jinglian that I have been chasing over the years is also related to these filths."

The curse on Jinglian's body.

Ayiaba…

Immortal...

The fire stick next to the cheek of the leader of the Literature Sect trembled. When he realized how serious the consequences his actions had brought, it was too late.

Song Quesen's cold voice sounded in his ears.

"I don't care whether Jin Yi merged with 'them', it was him who promoted the Yaochi tragedy... The cause and effect are in him, and that disgusting filth, I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one go."

Jin Yi raised his head hard, and he opened his mouth, wanting to explain something.

But I can't even say a word.
Chapter completed!