Elder Mingjing was thrown at Su Ye by Master Mingjue like an arrow that had left the bow.
Everyone from Devil Religion was shocked when they saw this.
Su Ye had never seen Elder Mingjing before.
Elder Mingjing was still dressed like a monk from Qingliang Temple …
Only Su Wei was not in a hurry. He shouted, "Don't throw it!"
When Su Ye faced Elder Mingjing, who was smashing toward him, he did not explode the other party with a punch. Instead, he stretched out his hand and gently caught Elder Mingjing.
However, he smiled and raised Elder Mingjing, preparing to throw him back at Sickly Mahākāśyapa.
Hearing his brother Su Wei's shout, Su Ye was stunned. That was why he did not throw Elder Mingjing.
Seeing the approaching Sickly Mahākāśyapa, Su Ye's eyes lit up.
There seemed to be black-purple lightning flashing in his eyes.
He raised his hands and threw Su Yuan and Elder Mingjing at Su Wei.
Then, Su Ye punched out with both fists and met Master Mingjue's palms.
The two ferocious ghost dragons roared at the same time.
Master Mingjue's body also lit up with a glazed Buddhist light. It instantly condensed into a solemn Buddha statue.
This Buddha statue was less than a hundred feet tall.
It was much smaller than Master Mingguan's Bodhi image. It was only slightly larger than Elder Mingjing and Zen Master Zhichen's Arhat images.
However, Su Ye punched out with both fists. The two black-purple ghost dragons collided with the Buddha statue, but they did not penetrate it.
The black-purple evil light and glazed Buddhist light scattered and shattered.
Just the shockwaves from their fight spread out in all directions, causing cracks to appear in the distant mountain rocks. Rubble rolled down.
The Buddha statue seemed to be flawless, without any flaws. It was free of worries and was untainted by dust.
It withstood the attacks of the two ghost dragons. It even had the strength to raise its palms and grab at the two dragons.
Master Mingguan was impressed when he saw this.
The other monks of Qingliang Temple were even more excited.
"Sick Maha" Reverend Mingjue had fallen to the twelfth realm due to his old injuries.
Previously, Chen Luoyang had destroyed the Sanskrit Pure Land, and now even the only means to temporarily maintain Emperor Wu's strength was gone.
But beneath Emperor Wu, he was still undoubtedly a top-notch expert.
The Three Great Secret Arts of Qing Liang Temple.
The Tranquil Buddhist Commandment Blade.
Eight Subduing Magic Wand.
Wisdom, Divine Bodhi Fist of Mahayana.
They studied the Buddhist precepts, meditation, and wisdom, the Three Flawless Arts.
Only by mastering all three supreme arts and mastering them would one be able to master the supreme art of Qing Liang Temple, the Leaky Divine Palm.
The leakers are the ones who cut off all troubles.
Compared to the Buddhist legends of the Leakers and Leakers Connection, the Leakers Divine Palm was not as marvelous, but there were already some clues.
At this moment, Master Mingjue executed the Omnipresent Leaky Divine Palm and condensed it into the Omnipresent Leaky Form, striving to suppress Su Ye's Ghost Dragon Spear.
Master Mingguan took the opportunity to try to help the other monks of Qing Liang Temple.
But when the Omnipresent Leaky Form stretched out its palms and grabbed the two Ghost Dragons with the power of the Buddha Capturing Dragon, Su Ye did not panic. Instead, he smiled at Master Mingjue.
Then, a pitch-black iron spear appeared in his hands.
Other than the fact that it was made of black iron, the iron spear was ordinary. It was not a divine weapon, just an ordinary black iron spear.
The body of the spear was even stained with rust.
But with such a broken iron spear in hand, the aura of the disheveled youth was different.
It was like a finishing touch.
A monstrous evil aura surged.
The tip of the spear was sharp, like the sharpest in the world, indestructible.
"Sick Maha" Reverend Mingjue's Omnipresent Leaky Form grabbed nothing.
A black shadow flashed.
It had already stabbed the chest of the Buddha statue.
Cracks instantly appeared on the chest of the Omnipresent Leaky Form!
A gap appeared in the power of perfect peace and no more troubles, and it fell to the mortal world.
A lotus bloomed under Reverend Mingjue's feet and he retreated step by step.
As the Omnipresent Leaky Form retreated, the ferocious Ghost Dragon on its chest chased after it, vowing to pierce through the Buddha statue and Reverend Mingjue together and nail them together.
Before the monks of the Qingliang Temple could react, the long spear in Su Ye's hand shook violently.
Then, the black and purple Ghost Dragon that was chasing after Reverend Mingjue continued to move forward and swung its tail in the air.
With this swing, the dragon's tail changed into the shape of a dragon's head.
It was a two-headed dragon without a tail.
The second dragon head formed by the dragon's tail rushed out with a roar and pounced at the "Venerable Du 'e" Reverend Mingguan like lightning!
The two heads of the Ghost Dragon sprinted to the side.
The dragon's body stretched rapidly and then broke in the middle.
The two severed ends each turned into a new dragon tail.
The two Ghost Dragons pounced at the two abbot of the Qingliang Temple!
With a single spear strike, Su Ye had managed to put two realm twelve Buddhist experts under his spear's edge.
For "Sick Maha" Reverend Mingjue, the pressure was reduced a little.
He regrouped and received Su Ye's spear strike.
But on the other side, Reverend Mingguan was caught off guard.
The ferocious Ghost Dragon instantly pierced through the Arhat Form he used to block.
Reverend Mingguan used all his skills to barely avoid this spear strike.
However, Su Ye's attacks were endless. Wherever the spear pointed, the Ghost Dragon danced in the sky, enveloping the two Buddhist experts, Mingjue and Mingguan.
The two monks calmed their minds and guarded their positions as they fought.
However, they could no longer care about other things.
Su Wei caught Su Yuan and Elder Mingjing. "Reverend, my brother is rude. Please don't take offense."
"You're too polite, Chief Su." Before Elder Mingjing could steady himself, he looked back and watched with a slightly complicated expression as Su Ye fought one against two, fiercely fighting Mingjue and Mingguan, the two top Buddhist experts. She did not seem to be at a disadvantage at all, and even attacked with every move.
"I've heard of Ghost Dragon's name before, but there's very little information about him. Now that I've seen him, he's truly amazing. He's so young that it's astonishing, and he's even more powerful." Elder Mingjing let out a long breath.
After Zhang Tianheng killed an expert of the Qingliang Temple, he said, "Sword Pavilion's Shi Jing, reaching Divinity at the age of 17. Although we are enemies, I also admire you. However, our sect still has such a young master who was nurtured at the age of 17."
The Six Dragon Emperor Carriage hovered in the sky.
Chen Luoyang was sitting by the window at the moment, watching the entire battle below.
He thought of more.
No wonder he was so tolerant and arrogant toward this kid.
The former Hierarch and the other younger generation probably hoped that this Su Ye could reach the thirteenth realm as soon as possible and become Emperor Wu's body, so that he could balance and resist the First Seat of Rosefinch Temple.
The Hierarch was pressing on from above.
If he came up from below, the First Seat of Rosefinch Temple would not have an easy time.
The entire Elder Faction would not have an easy time.
On the ground, Elder Mingjing muttered to himself, "A seventeen-year-old at the twelfth realm. This seems to be second only to the Hierarch back then?"
Su Wei coughed and said in a modest tone, "This kid is still very useless. Reverend, you …"
In the time it took to say a few words, Su Ye's attacks became more and more urgent.
"Sick Maha" Master Mingjue could still resist, but Master Mingguan on the other side began to lose his strength.
Finally, in a careless move, his arm was pierced by Su Ye's spear.
Blood splattered all over the sky and fell on the mountain rocks that had already collapsed, shattering them.
The blood dyed a somewhat strange and dazzling picture.
It seemed abstract, but it seemed to have a certain beauty.
The spear in Su Ye's hand suddenly slowed down, and her eyes involuntarily looked at the picture.
Master Mingjue and Master Mingguan did not counterattack, but took the opportunity to retreat.
The Six-Dragon Royal Carriage in the sky was like a dark cloud pressing down.
Su Ye looked at the bloody picture in a daze. The spear in her hand was like a pen, drawing in the air.
"… Reverend, you … flatter me …" The second half of Su Wei's sentence came out, and his voice became softer and softer.
Elder Mingjing looked at Su Ye, and then turned to look at Su Wei beside him.
Under Elder Mingjing's gaze, Su Wei wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Zhang Tianheng's face also became hot. "… This is why the Hierarch rarely gives him tasks."
"…" In the Six-Dragon Royal Carriage, Chen Luoyang was expressionless as he watched.
He sighed deeply and shook his head.
Then he stood up and walked out of the hall.
When the Devil Emperor appeared, the mountains and rivers that were in the midst of a fierce battle fell silent for a moment.
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