Master Yunmu's attitude was very sincere, as if he was here to teach a disciple.

"I thought about it over and over again. Maybe this is fate. We want to send billions of lives to the arms of the Holy Son. Those creatures will naturally resist. They don't understand the beauty of the Holy Son. These resentments have become a wave outside the mountain.

gas."

"We are fighting against this energy, and you are the person who was selected and embodied."

"The battle between you and me is due to fate. This is a destined battle."

Qi Chen was told that his head was pounding, that everything about fate and fate were all nonsense.

The pigeons are flying in graceful form, just like swans, and every feather is shining with bright Buddha light.

The abbot of the Three Immortals Sect, a person who experienced enlightenment overnight.

"Please enlighten me." Qi Chen raised his knife and clasped his fists. He stood on the bloody ground, his black clothes like the armor of a vigilante.

"This is fate, and it is also cause and effect. It is also a confrontation between forces, not a teaching."

The dark wind blows in the face, and the sound of the rescue plane in the distance gradually disappears. Qi Chen and Master Yunmu seem to be in two worlds.

One is in the light, the other is in the darkness.

Qi Chen raised his hand, and his spiritual energy turned into a bow. He used the butcher's knife as an arrow, pulled out the bowstring, and aimed at Master Yunmu.

"Master, I wonder if the pigeons you raise are suitable for making pigeon soup?"

"This was not raised by me. It was borrowed from a Western temple. It has been baptized by the light of Buddhist scriptures, so it can barely be regarded as raised by me."

"The Holy Dove is brilliant and scorching like cloud light, but it is not used for stew."

Qi Chen's arms were tense and his veins were clearly visible, but the power of his bow and arrow continued to rise.

Qi Chen looked solemn and did not think of getting close immediately, but instead tried to test.

The wind and rain are coming like a shuttle.

Before the arrow was shot, the icy wind had already made the white pigeon feel murderous. The autumn wind was strong, and paper scraps and bottles and cans on the ground were flying everywhere.

Master Yunmu's face became slightly more solemn. He had seen many geniuses and had a sharp eye, so how could he not see the strength and weakness of Qi Chen.

The other party is now not inferior to his disciples of the Three Immortals Sect.

"As long as the saint dies, the thieves will continue!" Qi Chen shouted flatly.

"Absurd!" Master Yunmu finally looked angry.

This is the pinnacle of the showdown. If placed in the mountains, it would be one of the most powerful battles in the Spirit Realm. However, outside the mountains, almost no one would see it.

Qi Chen loosened his fingers, and the arrow flew away. Although this first arrow was a test, he still used the splitting charm in the grass character.

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks!

Let me ask you, in the mountains, in the spiritual realm, who can take action against the head of the Three Immortals Sect, it's like challenging the sky.

But Qi Chen did it.

Master Yunmu frowned slightly and waved his hand. Twelve white doves were chirping, which was moving music and tassels hanging from the sky.

The distance from Qi Chen to Master Yunmu was less than twenty meters. Suddenly, a milky white airflow channel formed between the two, and the butcher's knife shot away, splitting the air.

Below it, the blood-stained ground suddenly burst open.

The butcher's knife cannot be seen with the naked eye. There are more than one cursive characters on the knife.

In a moment, the butcher's knife hit a white pigeon hard, and the feathers of the white pigeon were ruffled, which was very beautiful.

Then the bright red blood seeped out from its abdomen, making it extremely conspicuous under the light.

Boom!

The pigeon was cut into two pieces and fell to the ground. Its white feathers were covered with dust and its wings were covered with blood.

"Master, you see, they are dead, just like us."

"Death is an ugly thing."

"And the brighter it is, the darker it is."

The dead body of the pigeon was particularly visible on the ground.

Master Yunmu clasped his hands together, and the wooden fish was thrown into his sleeves. At this moment, a series of Buddhist beads were wrapped around the fingers of his right hand.

"Candlelight is light, fluorescent fire is light, moonlight is light, sunlight is light, water light is light, mountain light is light, and life also has light."

Master Yunmu murmured, looking at a dead white dove on the ground.

"Light is light, there is no darkness, light will never die."

Buzz!

The white pigeon's wound recovered, and it stood up from the pool of blood, fluttering its wings, but its spirit remained the same.

Master Yunmu rolled his sleeves again.

This seemingly simple flick of the sleeves contains extremely terrifying secrets, which are performed by twelve white doves.

The white doves suddenly flew towards Qi Chen. Each one was as holy as an angel. Their wings flapped gently. In an instant, countless lights were drawn into them, forming sharp swords of light.

The sword was so fast that Qi Chen only had time to move half a step sideways, and in the end he could only use light against light.

He used his hands to display three rays of Buddha's light, each of which had the shadow of the Buddha.

"The sword cuts away the Buddha's light!"

The air was vibrating violently, and the fountain next to it seemed to be about to explode at any time.

Qi Chen clenched his teeth tightly, the opponent's light was too intense and sharp.

His knuckles turned white and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.

In fact, he is not at the peak now, because he has used demon fire in his previous battles with Bailian Demon Lord and Luo Wudi Venerable.

However, the blow was finally blocked.

"The sword opens the Buddha's light. This is the Buddhist sword technique..." Master Yunmu was surprised, but he soon figured it out.

"It seems that you have been in contact with Mo Guantian, and this technique was lost. Mo Guantian made a big fuss in Buddhism back then."

Master Yunmu saw Qi Chen's face change slightly, so he said: "You should have a good relationship. Mo Guantian set up a formation there to kill the Buddhist Buwei master, and that's where you live."

"Then you must not know that Mo Guantian is a demon."

Demon?

Qi Chen was heartbroken, but his expression did not change.

To him, it no longer matters who is a demon, he is still a demon.

Master Yunmu was shocked. He didn't expect Qi Chen to react like this.

But he didn't hesitate. This time, twelve white doves were as fast as lightning, like twelve beams of light from twelve directions, killing Qi Chen without any blind spots.

Plastic garbage bags were flying everywhere.

This scene is really ironic, like a billionaire coming to the ghetto.

Just the next second, Master Yunmu's expression suddenly changed, and he saw the white pigeons falling to the ground, and their bodies were cut open again. This time, even every feather was cut into pieces.

It was clear that there was no rain, and it was clear that the other party did not condense rain, yet they used the rain symbol.

It's blood!

Master Yunmu narrowed his eyes, and then noticed that there were very slender blood threads in the air, surrounding Qi Chen.

These blood streaks come from the ground, from the blood of the dead.

"What a trick!" Master Yunmu praised, "You used this filthy blood to actually pollute my holy dove and invalidate the light of life."

"Master, this is just a general method, but someone told me that you clones from the mountains, spiritual thoughts, and eyes are always a little worse. You think you are superior and can see through everything, but you don't know that your experience and clones

The spiritual thoughts do not match."

"This illusion will be your fatal flaw."

"Be taught..." Master Yunmu said with great sincerity, he even bowed his head slightly with his hands in hand.

Whoosh!

A slight sound broke through the air.

The moment Qi Chen bowed his head, he came to Master Yunmu's side.

"Master, you forgot again."

Master Yunmu's lowered head did not move, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "I have not forgotten the lesson. This is a battle of life and death. It is not a teaching or a discussion. Do you think I bowed my head casually?"

At some point, the wooden fish swayed and flew out of his sleeve, hitting Qi Chen directly in the head.

Before the attack came, the endless Buddha's sound was heard.

This wooden fish was also taken from the Western Temple. It was left behind by the disciple of the Three Immortals Sect. It had been beaten countless times, so as long as it was sacrificed, there would be deafening Buddhist sounds.

"Master, this is not what I said about forgetting. I said that you have forgotten. The method I just used alone is not enough to kill the Bailian Demon Lord and the Luo Wudi Venerable."

Master Yunmu's body trembled, and then he felt a cold and hot breath.

He looked up in shock and saw a purple lotus blooming on the wooden fish.

As the abbot of the Three Immortals Sect, he was very sensitive to evil spirits, and he recognized it in an instant.

"You are a demon!"

He finally understood why so many sages died and why Bailian Demon Lord did not seriously injure or kill Qi Chen.

Because they are wrong.
Chapter completed!