In fact, it was not the wind, but the aura of Heaven and Earth that was invisible to the naked eye and could never be perceived by ordinary people. It revolved around the Chief Preaching Monk's body and drove the flow of air.
The Limitless State, which was above the Five States, was a state that was hard to understand, but it did exist.
Eldest Brother moved at an unimaginable speed or in a way that surpassed the speed between the countless doors of the aura of Heaven and Earth that was invisible to the naked eye. The aura of Heaven and Earth rolled into a turbulent current, completely isolating the Chief Preaching Monk from the real world.
At this time, the world that the Chief Preaching Monk saw was countless monotonous lines. He could not hear any sound, and his voice could not reach the real world. He was temporarily separated from the real world.
Ning Que did not miss this opportunity. He began to flee with Sangsang on his back.
The Gods and Buddhas that were formed by the Qi of Heaven and Earth were shattered into nothingness by Eldest Brother's words. They suddenly lost their image and turned into countless shiny fragments. He passed through them, and the fragments fell on his and Sangsang's bodies and heads. They were stuck by the thick blood on their bodies and sparkled as if they were embedded with countless diamonds.
The cultivators from both the Buddhism and Taoism sects had already surrounded them from all directions. Ning Que leaped across and had just found a relatively weak point to break through when he found Qi Mei not far in front of him.
The Chief Preaching Monk was temporarily trapped by Eldest Brother. Master Qi Mei was the most powerful and Ning Que was most wary of him. But this powerful cultivator from the Xuankong Temple did not give him any chance.
Facing Qi Mei and the crowd of people in the White Tower Temple, Ning Que did not have the confidence to escape Chaoyang City with Sangsang.
The crowd had already surrounded them, blocking the bridges and corridors of the White Tower Temple. The ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect began to gather. Two red-robed priests appeared in front of the crowd with more than ten West-Hill Divine Guards.
Ning Que felt a chill. But the next moment, he noticed something strange — the two red-robed priests from the West-Hill Divine Palace had strange expressions on their faces.
The two red-robed priests looked at Ning Que, who was running at a high speed. They were not vigilant, frightened, or angry. They seemed very calm, with infinite respect and a touch of determination.
Ning Que was sure that he had never seen the two red-robed priests before. Then he noticed that when the two red-robed priests showed respect and determination, they were not looking at him, but at Sangsang on his back.
The two red-robed priests stood beside Qi Mei. More than ten West-Hill Divine Guards and dozens of ascetic monks of the Buddhism Sect were gathering toward them. They intended to form a thick wall here and stop Ning Que.
A pure white flame slowly burned from the palms of the two priests in red, instantly illuminating the quiet temple that was shrouded in clouds. It was the Haotian Divine Light!
The eyes of the dozen or so West-Hill Divine Guards brightened under the Haotian Divine Light. Their previous fear of Ning Que had turned into confidence and pride, as well as the fanaticism of martyrs.
Looking at the Haotian Divine Light burning in the palms of the two red-robed priests, Ning Que's pupils shrank and his heart was filled with great vigilance. Sangsang, who was once the Lady of Light, possessed the purest Haotian Divine Light in the world. He was no stranger to the West-Hill Divine Skill. He knew that even in the West-Hill Divine Palace, where there were countless powerhouses, there were very few priests who could cultivate the Divine Skill. But today, there were two of them. The West-Hill Divine Palace was indeed powerful!
Seeing Ning Que's figure getting closer and closer, the determination in the eyes of the two red-robed priests became more and more solemn and devout. The Haotian Divine Light burning in their palms became more and more intense.
Four holy white flames rose from their palms, illuminating the entire place. Master Qi Mei looked at Ning Que and sighed. He slowly moved two steps to the side.
Ning Que understood what he meant. If Master Qi Mei and the two red-robed priests joined hands, he would not be able to break through. But he did not kill the little boy, so Qi Mei gave him a chance to fight with the two powerful red-robed priests first.
However, both Ning Que and Master Qi Mei did not expect that the two priests in red from the West-Hill Divine Palace were not using their Divine Skills on Ning Que, but on themselves.
The flames of Haotian's Divine Flame gushed out from the palms of the two red-robed Divine Priests, gushed out from under their red robes, drilled through the gaps of the fine cloth, gushed out from their mouths, noses, eyes, ears, and every strand of hair and pore. The two Divine Priests' bodies seemed to have turned into two bright lamps!
Master Qi Mei instantly sensed that great danger was coming, but he had no time to avoid it. With a muffled groan, he sat cross-legged on the ground, formed the Lotus Emblematic Gesture, and covered his eyes with his hands.
The two red-robed priests looked at Sangsang in the distance and smiled calmly. Their smiles were illuminated by the light. Then their bodies shone brightly and suddenly burned themselves. Then … they self-exploded!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Qi of Heaven and Earth in the White Tower Temple suddenly became chaotic. The lake water shook violently. Countless weeping willows broke and fell to the ground. Countless blood and broken limbs flew in the air. In an instant, many people died.
The West-Hill Divine Skill was the highest Taoist Access to save and cure people. However, who would have thought that once they decided to burn themselves with light, they could kill people and have such a terrible power!
The dense mass of people was forcibly blasted open by the explosion of the two red-clothed Divine Officials. In that empty area, there was only death, and no one was able to stand.
As for the bodies of the two red-robed priests, they had already turned into ashes in the terrible self-explosion. There was no trace of them. Only the fragments of their red robes slowly fell in the air, like coagulated blood.
A piece of the red robe floated to Ning Que's shoulder. Sangsang stretched out her slightly trembling fingers and picked up the piece of clothing. She looked a little confused.
She did not know why the two red-robed priests had self-exploded so tragically. But she saw the way the two priests looked at her before they died, so she knew that it was all for her.
The smoke and dust gradually dispersed. The White Tower Temple was a mess. There were cries and moans of the wounded everywhere. Looking around, there was a river of blood and piles of broken limbs. It was a terrible scene.
There were countless deep bloodstains on Master Qi Mei's body, as well as many scorch marks. Although his body had become a Buddha, he was still seriously injured in the face of the self-explosion of two priests in red from West-Hill. If he hadn't stepped aside when he saw Ning Que coming over, he would have been even more seriously injured at this time.
He put down his palms that covered his eyes and looked at the scene. His face became extremely serious. He did not find Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama. The dozens of black crows had flown far away.
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(I made a huge mistake. I thought writing on an empty stomach would make me feel better, but I forgot that I'm a foodie, so I feel terrible writing. I'll go eat first, then I'll continue writing. I'll have at least three chapters today.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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