In everyone's eyes, Lingqing rolled up like a kite with its strings broken, and blood spurted out a foot high. He huddled up as if he was being slapped by three hundred strong men at the same time, and finally fell to the ground heavily.

It made a huge roar and created a huge crater!

Lying on his back, Liao Qing was covered in blood and miserable, with a look of despair and extreme anger in his eyes, as if he didn't believe that he had been defeated!

Ye Wuque didn't even take a single move!

But immediately there was an infinite fear of death in Li Qing's eyes, because he suddenly realized that the palm that easily crushed him had not been withdrawn, but was still moving towards him to suppress him!

In an instant, Liao Qing felt a strong life-and-death crisis!

Ye Wuque wants to kill himself!

"Amitabha! Donor Ye, show mercy!"

At the critical moment, an old voice sounded, and Master Huineng was sitting in the distance just a moment ago, but this moment he appeared in front of the huge pit, with his hands clasped together, the golden light shining, and a majestic blow!

Bang!

A roar resounded, Zhen Shaqing's white palm was blocked by Master Huineng, but a look of shock appeared on Master Huineng's old face. He also retreated tens of feet before he stabilized his body, but the blood in his body was still there.

It's churning and extremely uncomfortable!

"You want to stop me?"

A cold voice sounded, Ye Wuque put his hands behind his back, like a heavenly emperor, his eyes were cold and fascinating!

"Donor Ye, the scoundrels slandered you first, but it was just a matter of impatience and missteps, but the crime is not worthy of death! But Donor Ye, you are going to kill someone. You are so young, and you are so murderous. Be careful of breeding.

Inner demons, monks are merciful and willing to chant sutras and purify demons for the donor, Amitabha..."
Chapter completed!