The Bull Demon King was filled with regret. Why did he believe in Wen Shu's evil?
This guy was not a good person when he became a god.
He could even betray his sect, so how could he talk about friendship with the Bull Demon King of Jie School?
If this bunch of bastards were to die, none of the people from Chan School would be good.
They were all heartless bastards who deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors.
"Father, I told you not to believe this bald monk. Why don't you believe me?”
Red Boy was extremely anxious as his father was tied up.
Their cultivation and magic power were all inferior to their father's.
Wen Shu's cultivation was so high.
They were probably going to die here today!
"Hey, you bald donkey, how dare you come to my Flowerfruit Mountain to cause trouble. Eat my rake!”
The Yellow Lion Spirit on the side was a fool. He didn't care if Wen Shu's cultivation was high or not.
He raised his nine-toothed rake and started to rake at Wen Shu's bald head.
"Oh? Nine-toothed rake! The ones who messed up the Journey to the West are you bunch of monsters!”
"He should be killed for messing up the affairs of our Buddhist Sect!”
Wen Shu's expression was cold. There was a nine-toothed rake here.
Didn't this indirectly prove that these people were the evildoers who destroyed the Journey to the West?
At that time, Sect Master Tongtian of Jie School would know that he had killed the man.
He had nothing to say.
"Alright, alright, you bunch of freaks deserve to die!”、
Wen Shu smiled.
This was really an excuse sent by the heavens.
If he didn't kill them, he would be letting down the heavens!
"Die ~~"
With a loud shout, Wen Shu pressed down with her right hand.
Boundless Buddhist light exploded, shining brightly with golden light.
From afar, it looked peaceful and bright.、
In fact, the Buddhist light was filled with killing intent.
Red Boy and company could not resist at all.
The True Samadhi Fire spurted out, but it was forced back by the Buddhist light.
"Damn it, how can this bald monk be so powerful!”
Red Boy's face turned pale.
The True Samadhi Fire that he used to bully the mountain gods and the earth.
He was actually so powerless.
Princess Iron Fan spat out her banana fan.
He waved his hands, and the wind howled.
However…
It was useless.
Under the illumination of this Buddhist light, no matter what kind of divine power it was.
All the spiritual treasures lost their effects.
The banana fan was given to him by Ancestor Minghe.
This was Princess Iron Fan's most powerful technique.
This treasure was useless.
Princess Iron Fan was in despair.
"What should we do? Are we going to die here?”
The Buddhist light shrank, and the boundless light was like a sharp sword.
Red Boy and company were already covered in blood.
"Hahaha! The heavenly peach tree is mine!!!”
He retracted his Dharmic powers and the Buddhist light rapidly compressed.
At this moment.
Red Boy, White Dragon, and company felt despair.
Wen Shu laughed so hard that her mouth cracked open.
Suddenly!
A pure white lotus platform bloomed from the boundless Buddhist light.
The Bull Demon King and the others were in despair.
It was as if he had seen a beam of light in the dark night.
Full of hope!
"Master, Master must have come out of seclusion!”
The yellow lion spirit shouted excitedly.
Wen Shu frowned.
This lotus flower gave him a very uneasy aura.
There was once a twelfth-grade golden lotus throne in the Buddhist Sect.
Although he was now a ninth-grade, his power was still boundless. He was the symbol of Buddhism.
This was a twelfth-grade white lotus throne.
Could it be…
Was it the same as the golden lotus?
Wen Shu was shocked. None of the twelfth-grade lotus thrones were simple.
Moreover, most of their masters had high cultivation.
A mighty figure with extraordinary abilities.
The owner of the twelfth-grade Destruction Black Lotus had dominated the ancient era.
Demon Ancestor Rahu, who had beaten the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans to a pulp.
This person had a high cultivation level and could fight Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
The twelfth-grade Golden Lotus of Merit was bestowed to the West by the Dao Ancestor.
Although he had lost three ranks, he was still a symbol of the Western Buddhist Sect.
In the hands of the current Buddha.
The twelfth-grade Green Lotus of Creation was divided into three Grand Supreme Saints, his former teacher, Heavenly Lord Yuanshi.
And Sect Master Tongtian of Jie School each held a portion.
The twelfth-grade Red Karmic Fire Lotus was born in the Netherworld Blood Sea.
It was controlled by the Blood Sea Sect Master, Ancestor Netherworld.
The owners of these four twelfth-grade lotus thrones were all without exception.
If they weren't Saints, they were Peak Quasi-Saints.
This lotus throne, like the other four lotus thrones, relied on a supreme-grade Numinous treasure.
How could his master be a coward?
The moment Wen Shu saw the lotus throne, she thought of this.
His heart sank to the bottom.
If this place was where such a mighty figure resided…
His plan today would probably be in vain.
Not to mention getting the purple-gold immortal peach.
It was whether he could keep his life.
That was all unknown.
"Senior, this is all a misunderstanding. Please listen to Wen Shu's explanation!”
Without a word, Wen Shu immediately withdrew her divine power.
He shouted into the void.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Wen Shu didn't think of running away.
The methods of such a mighty figure were simply heaven-piercing and thorough.
Where could he run to?
He had not reached the Great Thunderclap Temple on the Western Spirit Mountain.
He was afraid that he would die in the next second.
Zhong Xuan, who was in the Water Curtain Cave, was stunned.
He had just comprehended a law of water and was prepared to use Wen Shu to practice.
Who knew that this guy would actually be afraid?
"Explain your mother! Master, quickly kill this bald donkey!!!”
Red Boy was instantly perked up.
I have a backer, I have Old Master to support me.
Seeing how scared Wen Shu was, his master must be extremely awesome!
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