Chapter 226 Self-explosion

After seeing the demon disciple suddenly jump back and shouting "self-explosion" in his mouth, Xianzong was all very surprised, including the bitter Zen master who had always been very calm, and the abbot of Huineng of Anci Temple had a frightened look of fear on his face at this time, staring at the demon disciples not far away. The disciples of the immortal sect, who didn't know what was going on behind them, were all frightened and dared not come forward. They thought that the disciples of the sect had done something to deceive the crowd. After exchanging glances with several disciples, they got up and were about to fly forward. The bitter Zen master and many leaders of the immortal sect hurriedly raised their arms, stopped the immortal disciples who wanted to fly in front of them, and signaled them not to be impulsive.

"The other party's words are not false. I'm afraid there is fraud. The disciples of the immortal sect retreat quickly and can't move forward." Song Yunzi, the head of Qiankun Gate, suddenly appeared and stood in front of the people. He ordered many immortal disciples behind him without looking back, but his eyes stared at the demon disciples in front of him.

The disciples who originally wanted to fly in front of him didn't pay much attention to the waving of the arms of the Ku Zen master and others. They also thought that the Ku Zen master was also from Tianxin Temple anyway. If today, the heart temple is clearly set to unite with the demon sect to eradicate the various sects of the immortal sect, how can they be convinced. Just as he was about to continue to come forward, Song Yunzi suddenly appeared. Not only did he stop him, but his words were very reasonable, so everyone looked at me, I looked at you, but I didn't retreat. The disciples standing in the last row turned their heads and looked at the meaning of the head of his sect. Some leaders standing behind did not know the details. Seeing that their disciples could not come forward to make contributions to Xianzong at this time, they were anxious. So he winced and motioned those disciples to continue to come forward and ignore the words of Song Yunzi, the master of the bitter meditation and the head of Qiankun sect. After getting the order of the head of their own door, the disciples looked down at the bitter Zen master and Song Yunzi in front of them, and then left again.

"Do you all want to die?" Seeing those immortal disciples who ignored their own obstruction and did not listen to their advice and were about to forcibly block them, they suddenly heard a loud voice, and then a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar appeared beside him. The man held a staff in his hand, but his feet were permeated with blue light, and his spiritual power fluctuated abnormally around his body. His face was full of anger, and he did not look at the impulsive immortal disciples. He just stood in front of those people and deterred them with the spiritual fluctuations emitted by themselves.

It turned out that this person was the deputy head of Wujige, the third-ranked sect of Xianzong.

"This..." The disciples of Xianzong who wanted to rush up had no idea for a moment. The man in front of him seemed to have unfathomable cultivation, only the spiritual power fluctuations emitted from his side, and the suppressed people kept gasping. If he forcibly touched the other party, he was afraid that he could easily get his life by waving his hand.

The man in blood did not continue to pay attention to those immortal disciples, and it can be judged from the expressions on their faces that they have been deeply shocked.

At the time when Song Yunzi and the blood-clothed people took turns to stop the disciples of the immortal sect, the more than a dozen demon disciples in front of the crowd had already urged the magic formula. They thought that the disciples of Xianzong would rush over immediately, so that they would have time to solve them one by one. They didn't want anyone to see through their conspiracy and completely destroy it. The demon disciple who just shouted quickly chanted a spell at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, the rest of the disciples of the Demon Sect suddenly flew to the disciples of the Immortal Sect from all angles, very fast. No matter how the blood-clad man standing in the front and Song Yunzi stopped them, they were a little tricky and could not completely stop them.

"Serorious low-level disciples of the Demon Sect also want to hurt people in front of us, which is too presumptuous!" Seeing that he could not take action to stop the immortal disciples who were about to come forward behind him, and the disciples of the demon sect had rushed over. The blood-clothed man's face became more angry and jumped up, and the weapon in his hand waved in front of him, and he was about to use the magic formula to repel those demon disciples.

"Hmm! Looking for death!" To the surprise of the people in blood, when the disciples of the Demon Sect saw themselves rushing up to stop them, they not only did not retreat, but showed a cunning and sinister smile on their faces. But the body has jumped in the air, and even if there is fraud, it can't retreat. The man in blood frowned, and the disciples of the demon sect still floated in front of themselves.

"Explosion!" I only heard one of the disciples of the Demon Sect shouting loudly. The air around several disciples of the Demon Sect was instantly full of stimulating breath. The blood-clothed man approached, and his mind was blank in an instant. When he was about to return to avoid it, he suddenly saw a bright light in front of him, and then his body was followed by a pain, and he completely lost consciousness and consciousness.

It turned out that the demon disciple who was close to the man in blood did not want to kill the immortals and others, but used a special mental method to die with the other party by self-detonation. As soon as the man in blood felt that the danger was coming, he had blown to pieces with the disciples of the Demon Sect.

"Blood Uncle!" Seeing the scene in front of him, Han Rui, who had been standing not far away, could no longer hide. He jumped out directly and shouted loudly.

"Rier!...... Back off, it's dangerous!" Seeing Han Rui rushing up, Song Yunzi rushed to stop him, but Han Rui rushed out unexpectedly. When Song Yunzi stopped him, Han Rui had rushed to the front.

"Amitabha! My Buddha is merciful! Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell!" The bitter Zen master, who was originally standing in front and was retreated to the back by Song Yunzi and the man in blood, suddenly combined his hands, closed his eyes slightly, saluted in the direction of the land of Wuling, and his body suddenly floated out.

"Buddha's law is boundless, and all laws are based on it. With my body, borrow the power of Buddha!" The senior master's body floated quickly to Han Rui's body, and his mouth kept reading the Buddha verbal, but his eyes were shining, staring straight at Han Rui's front.

Han Rui was originally going to rush to avenge the man in blood. He was flying into the air and was very close to the disciples of the Demon Sect. Suddenly, he felt that his body was stagnant, and then he could not move. No matter how he tried his mind to struggle, he could not move at all. Just as Han Rui felt helpless looking back, the bitter Zen master did not know when he had stood beside him and smiled at Han Rui. The Taoist light that had just burst out of his eyes had disappeared.

"Lord Han, don't worry, wait for the old monk to compete with that disciple." After the bitter Zen master finished speaking, without waiting for Han Rui to agree or not, he turned around and stepped away, turning into two steps to stand in front of one of the disciples of the Demon Sect.

"Old bald donkey, looking for death!" The demon disciple suddenly showed a fierce and evil expression on his face. He shouted violently, but his body jumped back to avoid the head impact of the bitter Zen master.