It was obvious that the assassins from the Dark Blood Hall had taken the advantage just now, but in the blink of an eye, they were slammed on the ground.
In the desert, a huge palm print suddenly appeared, deeply engraved on the ground.
Although the surrounding area is a desert, the gravel near the palm prints has turned completely scorched black, as if being burned by a raging fire, with a strong burnt smell faintly exuding.
This is because the magic power is too strong, and it radiates out, burning the nearby rocks into charcoal.
Under that palm print.
A group of dark blood hall assassins who were still showing off their might just now were all limp on the ground at this moment. Many people were already bloody and bloody. Even wearing black armor under the black clothes would not help. Even the people and the armor were bombarded to pieces, and there was a pungent smell of blood everywhere.
Seeing this scene, Bai Suqing couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
She was on the verge of despair before, and planned to die. But I didn't expect that in a critical juncture, I could still be saved.
On the edge of the palm print is a group of female disciples of Tianfeng Taoist Temple.
These female disciples only know how to meditate in Taoist temples on weekdays, and never go out to cause trouble. Maybe they didn't even think that they would die in such a wilderness.
Looking at those corpses, Bai Suqing felt a sense of sadness in her heart for no reason. 牺如 bxwwx.co 牺如
In the eyes of ordinary people, a monk is aloof, able to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, omnipotent.
But who has really entered the heaven, who has an easy life?
Hatred and murder abound in this heaven.
Those who were clearly alive yesterday turned into dead bones all over the ground in the blink of an eye.
Bai Suqing still remembered the looks of these female disciples before they were alive. Some female disciples naively thought that a simple cleansing practice would allow them to achieve the Dao of Longevity.
Everything no longer exists, just like the past.
"Cough cough cough!"
At this moment, a violent coughing sound suddenly came from the deep pit of the palm print.
Jiang Cheng crawled out from among the corpses with difficulty, and a stream of blood flowed down his forehead.
His eyes were red, and he looked at the distant monk, and said, "This is the Buddha's Jinguang Bodhi handprint! Who is your Excellency from Jinguang Temple?"
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While speaking, Jiang Cheng's black clothes fell off, revealing the bronze armor inside.
This layer of armor looks very thin, but there are streaks of black rune light on the surface, which looks quite extraordinary.
It is precisely because of this armor that he can barely survive under this palm.
But, that's all.
That palm not only slapped away Jiang Cheng's pride, but also forcibly slapped away all the mana in his body.
Today's Jiang Cheng, although he can still keep standing, his legs are shaking constantly, as if he might fall to the ground at any time.
The monk snorted coldly, and suddenly shouted: "Evil heretics, is the Buddha going to tell you your name?" Si minus 7*5 zhongwen.com Si
After finishing speaking, the monk didn't talk nonsense with Jiang Cheng, but another golden handprint landed blatantly!
This time, there was no fluke.
Before Jiang Cheng had time to escape, his whole body was slapped heavily on the ground by the handprints, and he was sunken for a full forty to fifty meters! Mi He 75zhongwen.com Mi
The cultivation of this monk has reached an unfathomable level. With a single palm strike, even if Jiang Cheng is also the deputy hall master of the Dark Blood Hall, a powerhouse of Xuanxian level, he has no room to fight back