It Was the Pure Land Sect!

No cultivator could accept surrendering without resistance and leaving their life in another's hands.

Even when facing Core Formation cultivators, Qi Shanshan wanted to struggle. She looked unwillingly at Ying Ming.

Her blinking eyes conveyed only one meaning:

Martial Uncle Ying, quickly use the Wood Evasion Technique and take us away!

Ying Ming also found the situation a bit difficult. If she took them and fled, she was still slightly upset and unwilling to do so. But if she killed the two monks, she did not want that either. After all, there was an eighty-to-ninety percent chance that the whole matter was a misunderstanding.

After thinking blankly for a moment, she decided to knock the two monks unconscious first and leave them for Luo Hong to handle when he arrived.

Just as this happened, the tall and thin Buddhist cultivators suddenly received a Spiritual Sense Telepathic Communication. After hesitantly glancing at the four of them, they fled out of the hall without a second word.

This left both the mortals and Cultivators in the hall utterly baffled, with no idea what the two were doing.

"Hehe, so that was it. What a case of the flood washing into the Dragon King's temple.

All right, it's fine now. Let's return to the town first and wait for your Martial Uncle Qi to come back."

Ying Ming received the voice transmission a moment later and immediately understood the whole situation. With a relaxed expression, she spoke.

Though Qi Shanshan and the other two were full of doubts, the sudden turn of events left them in no mood to ask further questions. They only wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible.

After casually dividing up the Lion Flood Dragon Beast, the three took out their Flying Magic Tools and flew toward