"Hahaha..."
Chen Xiaotian's sickly laughter echoed in the blood mist.
He admired the expression on Commander Liu's face that turned from anger and unwillingness to despair, and he felt a surge of extreme joy in his heart.
"Commander Liu, aren't you the most disciplined?"
Chen Xiaotian took a step forward and looked down at the strong Demon Suppression Bureau who was covered in blood.
"Now, I am the rule."
"Kill them, hang their bodies at the door of Duke's Residence, and tell Wang Du that this is the result of opposing me, Chen Family!"
He waved his hand suddenly and gave the final order.
The bloody soul fire in the eyes of the two Earth Realm Ninth Level puppets suddenly lit up.
Without any hesitation, he took heavy steps and walked towards the only remaining Commander Liu, as well as the other two people who were lying in a pool of blood with no idea of their life or death.
The shadow of death is completely shrouded.
Commander Liu smiled miserably and struggled to stand up, but the injury in his internal organs was affected, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
He gave up resistance and just stared at Chen Xiaotian.
There was no fear in that look, only the deepest contempt and curse.
However, at the moment when the giant fist made of bones and metal was about to fall, the three Demon Suppression Commander were completely crushed into a pulp.
An old, hoarse, emotionless voice sounded faintly from deep underground.
"Xiaotian, stop."
Chen Xiaotian's movements suddenly froze, and the arrogance and cruelty on his face instantly faded away, replaced by a kind of awe and... confusion from the bottom of his heart.
He turned around suddenly, facing the direction of the cracked ground, and bowed respectfully.
"Father?"
"What's the use of keeping these three losers? Killing them will just shock Wang Du!"
"Trash?"
The old voice had a hint of sarcasm.
"Three Earth Realm Ninth Levels with peak vitality and blood are the best 'blood food' to activate the core of Blood Spirit Formation. If you kill them, it will be wasted."
"A living sacrifice is far more valuable than a dead thing."
The voice was calm, but it made all the living people present, including Chen Xiaotian, feel a chill from their spines to the sky.
Chen Xiaotian The muscles on his face twitched, and the unwillingness in his eyes flashed away, but in the end it turned into absolute obedience.
"My child... you obey."
He turned around and waved his hand at the two stopped puppets.
"Take the three of them to the blood pool."
However, the moment he finished speaking.
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's chant rang out in the blood mist without any warning.
That voice, which was calm at first, seemed to contain a strange power, causing the thick blood mist that was constantly surging around to stop at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, a bright, vast golden light filled with the aura of the Yang Zhigang, like a Lijian, tore through the thick blood-colored sky!
In the golden light, an old figure wearing a bright yellow cassock walked slowly towards the void.
He has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a solemn appearance. He is none other than Abbot Xuankong Temple, Yuanxin!
Behind him were a dozen monks holding Zen staffs.
Everyone's breath was calm, and the Buddha's light protected their bodies, pushing away the filthy blood mist.
"Yuanxin!"
Chen Xiaotian saw the person coming clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"You Xuankong Temple, are you going to wade through this muddy water too?"
Abbot Yuanxin ignored him and just glanced at the mummies everywhere and the three commanders lying in a pool of blood.
Those originally peaceful eyes were gradually filled with a hint of golden anger.
"Donor Chen, you have fallen into the devil's path and are hopeless."
He stood with one hand in front of his chest, and his voice was no longer calm, but like a Vajra roaring, causing the whole blood mist to roll.
"Today, I will do justice for heaven and subjugate demons!"
"By you?"
Chen Xiaotian seemed to have heard a big joke. He pointed at Yuanxin and roared with a distorted face.
"Old monk, my father is here. Even if Wang Du comes, he will still be punished! Who do you think you are!"
"Do it! Crush them!"
Boom!
The bloody soul fire in the eyes of the two Earth Realm Ninth Level puppets surged again, one on the left and the other on the right, rushing towards Abbot Yuanxin and the monks.
"Arhat Formation!"
An elder Xuankong Temple shouted loudly, and dozens of monks dispersed instantly, holding their Zen staffs to the ground.
The golden Buddha light connected with each other, and in an instant formed a ten-foot-tall phantom of Wrathful Vajra, which forcibly withstood the collision of one of the puppets.
The other puppet rushed in front of Abbot Yuanxin without any hindrance.
That giant skeletal fist that could smash mountains, with a scream that tore apart space, struck directly at his face!
Faced with this devastating punch, Abbot Yuanxin did not dodge or dodge.
He just slowly raised his right hand.
"Buzz--!"
In an instant, thousands of feet of golden light burst out from his body!
A more solid, more majestic Wisdom King Dharma Aspect, as if made of pure gold, suddenly appeared behind him!
"Acala Body"--Wisdom King True Body!
Abbot Yuanxin's movements were perfectly synchronized with Wisdom King Dharma Aspect behind him, and he also punched him.
His fist seemed so small compared to the huge skeleton fist.
But the moment the two came into contact.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
Just listen to a crisp "click" sound.
The puppet's fist, which was made of an unknown metal, was like fragile porcelain, shattering inch by inch starting from the finger bones!
The golden Buddha light, like the most domineering flame, spread crazily along the puppet's arms.
Cracks, from arms to shoulders, to chest...
Bang!!!
In the shocked eyes of all the monks, under the unbelievable gaze of Chen Xiaotian.
The unparalleled Earth Realm Ninth Level puppet was punched by Abbot Yuanxin, and was beaten from head to toe into bone fragments flying in the sky!
The power of one punch is so terrifying!
"This... impossible!"
Chen Xiaotian screamed uncontrollably, and the blood on his face instantly faded away.
This was a killing machine that even the three Earth Realm Ninth Level commanders couldn't compete with, but it was destroyed by this old monk with one punch?
Xuankong Temple's "Acala Body", when did it become so powerful?
Just when everyone in Duke's Residence was shocked by this scene, the atmosphere in the blood mist solidified to freezing point.
The old voice from underground sounded for the third time.
This time, the voice was no longer flat and sarcastic, but had a hint of... thick, creepy playfulness.
""Acala Body"... what a "Acala Body"..."
The sound seemed to penetrate the barrier of space and sounded directly in Abbot Yuanxin's ears.
"Yuanxin, do you know that this act will completely ruin Xuankong Temple's hundreds of years of foundation?"