Dipamkara and Minghe were both stunned when they sensed that Kunpeng's vital force had completely dissipated.
Dipamkara's heart was in turmoil. Was he hallucinating?
No matter how weak the Kun Peng was, it was still enough to become a ruler of a region and a peerless mighty figure!
Although he was a little weaker than him, he was definitely the strongest expert below the Six Heavenly Dao Sages!
But now, this incomplete Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation could actually kill him directly?!
Furthermore, it was the kind of complete annihilation where even the primordial spirit exploded?!
For the first time, Dipamkara's eyes were filled with shock.
No matter how arrogant he was, he did not feel that he could escape from this grand array unscathed now!
"I am the vice sect master of Chan School!"
"If you retreat now, I won't pursue your insolence!”
"No…Otherwise, be careful that the Saint will vent his anger on your Shaman Tribe!!!”
Dipamkara originally wanted to use the Saint to suppress these guys, but he lost his confidence towards the end.
Seeing Dipamkara's lack of confidence, Minghe's legs began to tremble!
Resist?
Minghe did not have such a thought at all. The Demon Master Kunpeng was on par with him!
The phantom summoned by this array could kill a Kun Peng at its peak with a single punch.
How difficult would it be to kill him?
He did not want to die. He just wanted to hug the Sage's thigh. He had no worries or grudges with the Sorcerer Tribe!
There was no need to fight them to the death!
He had suffered an undeserved calamity!
Damn Kun Peng! Damn Dipamkara!
At this moment, Ancestor Netherworld River was already cursing Kun Peng in his heart. Burning the lamp eight million times!
If he had known that the Sorcerer Tribe could cast the Twelve Divine Beings Killing Formation without twelve people, he would not have joined forces with these two idiots to deal with them!
Now that he was trapped inside the grand array, he was really in a dilemma!
Houtu, who was in the formation, smiled evilly when she saw Dipamkara threatening them.
"Brothers, it seems that this old man is still not prepared to cooperate!”
"I can only beat him until he's convinced!"
Hearing Houtu's words, the shadow in the formation immediately focused on Dipamkara.
The moment the empty pair of eyes stared at him, Dipamkara felt as if he had transcended endless time and space.
It was as if he had been locked onto by the sharp eyes of the Great God Pangu from the Creation Era!
Dipamkara felt a chill run down his spine as his hair stood on end!
The only thought in his mind was to escape!
Run as far away as possible!
However, he was really unable to do so at the moment.
He couldn't use Spatial Movement, so how could he escape by just flying?!
However, in the next moment, the huge phantom swung its fists at him like a storm!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
……
Dipamkara was able to resist the first few punches with his Numinous Treasure, but as the number of punches increased, he was unable to resist.
Dipamkara could only scream in pain as he endured the rain of punches!
"Stop!"
"Stop…"
"This Spiritual Vulture Glazed Lamp is…is indeed your Shaman Tribe's. I'm…returning it to you!”
Dipamkara was horrified to discover that the fist of the formation phantom could even injure his primordial spirit!
If he were to continue being beaten by this evil phantom, he would probably really die here today!
Therefore, he had no choice but to compromise!
Didn't the Sorcerer Tribe want his Vulture Glazed Lamp?
Just give it to him!
It was better than being beaten to death here.!
However, after Dipamkara handed over the Vulture Glazed Lamp, Houtu's faint voice sounded again.
"Old man, are you trying to trick us?!”
"You only stole one Vulture Lamp?!”
"I'll give you another chance. Hand over all the treasures that you stole from our Sorcerer Tribe. Otherwise, I'll serve you with my fists!”
Dipamkara was dumbfounded.
These six Ancestral Magi were snatching his treasures, and he still had to make a list for them?!
Wasn't this bullying an honest person?
However, when he thought of the terrifying shadow that could hurt his primordial spirit, Dipamkara could only grit his teeth and hand over his purple-gold alms bowl and the Universal Ruler.
"And…and these, too!”
Dipamkara gritted his teeth so hard that he almost broke them. He looked at the six Ancestors of Sorcery with hatred in the depths of his eyes!
" That's all?!"
"Our patience has a limit!”
"The Spatial Ring in your hand looks exactly the same as the one that our Shaman Tribe lost!”
Houtu raised her eyebrows and glared at Dipamkara.
Dipamkara's divine body was constantly trembling. He had already handed over three supreme spiritual treasures to them!
This Houtu was still not satisfied?
He even had his eyes on his Spatial Ring?!
One had to know that this was all his wealth!!!
Seeing Dipamkara still not moving, Houtu looked sideways at her brothers and said.
"Looks like this old fellow isn't going to cooperate. Just kill him.”
Dipamkara was so frightened that his hair stood on end!
Between his life and the Spiritual Treasure, he ultimately chose the former.
After unwillingly removing the Spatial Ring, he handed it over.
Houtu's eyes lit up. She waved her hand and put all the spiritual treasures into her bag.
Then, he threatened Dipamkara fiercely.
"Give it to me!"
"If you dare to have any evil thoughts about our Sorcerer Tribe again, I'll snatch you again!”
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