Chapter 4800: Omen of Enchantment 3
At the same time, Jing Wu, who was sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus seat, was also shaken all over his body, his face was faintly pale, and a burst of blood pressure could not be restrained, and finally a **** arrow spewed out. With his blood spurting, the huge golden Buddha statue in the air began to fade away. When the smoke and dust receded, Xing Tian and Shi Jun were seen standing upright. However, at this moment, their clothes were torn, the corners of their lips were bloody, and their faces were as pale as paper, obviously suffering serious injuries. Jing Wu wiped the blood on the corner of his lips and said indifferently: "Two benefactors, I advise you to stop here." Xing Tian snorted: "Master, do you really want to fight against our Lingyun Palace?" Jing Wu declared Calling the Buddha's name, he said indifferently: "The poor monk is just asking for justice for the cold donor, not against Lingyun Palace. As the number one faction of the righteous path, Lingyun Palace is not even the most tolerant of people?"
"You..." Xing Tian gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since you insist on doing this, the old man will stop talking nonsense, let's see." After the words were finished, he turned around and galloped along the road with Shi Jun. . Yes, just as they were leaving, a loud 'bang' suddenly came from nearby. When the three heard the sound, they immediately turned their eyes away. Suddenly, the chain on Leng Xuan's body was broken by him. Moreover, the momentum on his body was several times higher than before. Shi Jun's expression changed, and he said in shock, "His cultivation level has actually improved, how could this be?" Xing Tian frowned, with a gloomy face, and urged, "Let's go." With that, he pulled Shi Jun, Xiang Yuan Running all the way. Seeing that they were leaving, Leng Xuan immediately moved his body and chased after them. Seeing this, Jing Wu immediately controlled the golden lotus seat to rush in front of Leng Xuan, blocking his way. "Donor Leng, stop chasing, let them go." However, Leng Xuan was unmoved by his persuasion. I saw the red light flickering in his hand, and the Xuanyang Sword was instantly sacrificed. Jing Wu put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, if Leng donor insists on chasing him, then I have no choice but to take action." Seeing Xing Tian and Shi Jun gradually drifting away, the red light in Leng Xuan's eyes flashed slightly. Afterwards, he turned his wrist and put the Xuanyang Sword away. Obviously, he gave up the pursuit.
Jing Wu breathed a sigh of relief: "Leng donor, I know you have good intentions in your heart. If you want to get rid of your current state, you might as well follow me back to Dajue Temple, and we will try our best to restore you to your original state." After listening to his words, Leng A look of struggle suddenly appeared on Xuan's face. Immediately afterwards, I saw him clasping his head in his hands, and groaning in pain from time to time. Jing Wu was startled, he rushed to his side and asked, "Don Leng, what's wrong with you?" Leng Xuan roared a few times, then raised his head and looked at him grimly, his eyes full of coldness murderousness. Jing Wu frowned slightly, then sat cross-legged, his eyes closed slightly, and he chanted a lengthy Buddhist syllable. And every Buddha sound he spit out turned into a little golden light and fell on Leng Xuan's body. Under the shroud of that golden light, the painful color on Leng Xuan's face gradually subsided, and his moans became stronger and weaker. More than ten minutes later, Leng Xuan's body twitched, and he fell directly to the ground and passed out in a coma. Looking at Leng Xuan, who had passed out, Jing Wu sighed softly, then stood up, carried Leng Xuan's body and galloped into the distance.