“In front of the devil Wei Lin, your golden light of salvation might be just a tiny spark, but as your golden light of salvation has just transformed, it might have become a small cluster of flames. Even this small cluster is enough to kill the devil Wei Lin without a burial place.”
Chen Yuan explained word by word.
Ye Ping finally understood how terrifying his golden light of salvation was.
He completely believed what Chen Yuan said, because no one understood the golden light better than him.
Thinking of this, Ye Ping didn't waste any words. He moved extremely quickly, without drawing his sword. He slapped out with his palm, and a golden light shot out. All the Demon God Cult members within a few hundred meters died on the spot.
Not only that, whenever the golden light shone on the poisoned monks, they all regained consciousness.
This is the power of the golden light of salvation.
"Chen Yuan, you will not die well."
"Chen Yuan, you actually abandoned the dark and joined the light. You are really a disgrace to our Demon Sect."
"Chen Yuan, sooner or later you will pay the price for what you have done."
Feeling that Ye Ping had become stronger again, the Demon God Cult followers who were fleeing madly could not help but roar in anger.
What else can they do now except rage in impotence?
"My lord, these guys are full of resentment. It will definitely bring you great merit if you convert them."
However, Chen Yuan had a very good attitude and asked Ye Ping to take action quickly to convert these guys.
Just like that, at the kendo tournament venue.
Wei Lin, who was completely unaware of the situation, was looking at Sikong Jiantian with confidence at this moment.
The Five Resentments Emerald Gourd is constantly devouring resentments. As long as his subordinates start the killing mode, a huge amount of resentment will be condensed, and Sikong Jiantian will also die here.
But the only thing that made Wei Lin a little confused was.
Logically speaking, the killing should have started by now, right? Why was there no response for so long?
I guess he's still trying to break through the formation?
Thinking of this, the smile on Wei Lin's face became even wider.
Oh, yes, it's a little crooked.
"Sikong Jiantian, do you really want to continue delaying?"
"I know what you are thinking. You want to delay until Jin sends someone, right?"
"Let me tell you, the Holy Church has already thought of this trick. They have already ambushed all the official roads. Do you think we are only raiding Qingzhou? We have plans for all the thirty-three states of Jin."
"If I were you, I could at least save my life if I ran away now."
Wei Lin's confident voice sounded.
However, he was not giving a kind reminder because he did not want to continue to be in a stalemate with Sikong Jiantian.
After all, no one can predict the changes that may occur later. If Sikong Jiantian withdraws, he will be happy. Of course, if Sikong Jiantian does not leave, he is not afraid.
In short, there is a way forward and a way backward.
"Are you scared?"
Sikong Jiantian's voice rang out, his eyes extremely cold.
This time, something big happened in Qingzhou, and I can't shirk this responsibility. Now that things have come to this, I might as well just kill as many as I can.
It was with this thought in mind that Sikong Jiantian did not leave, but instead remained in a stalemate with Wei Lin.
"Hahahaha, are you scared? Sikong Jiantian, are you making me laugh? Would I, Wei Lin, be afraid of you?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Are you afraid that you will invite a Taoist master? Wake up and stop dreaming."
Wei Lin laughed loudly.
It’s not that he is too confident. The main reason is that in this world of cultivating immortals, it is not difficult to find a Jindan cultivator, but it is not necessarily easy to find a master who has achieved enlightenment.
But before Sikong Jiantian could answer.
Suddenly, wailing sounds were heard.
"Master Wei, help me! There is a Taoist master here!"
"Master Wei, run quickly, the Taoist master is coming!"
"Master Wei, there is... ah, I'm dead!"
As waves of wailing rang out, dark shadows soon emerged from the north gate. They were disciples of the Demon God Cult.
Wei Lin: “???”
What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight?
Where can I find the enlightened master?
You want to scare me?
But the next moment, Wei Lin looked confused.
Chapter 112: Condensing the Golden Wheel of Transformation! [New Book Request]
Qingzhou Kendo Tournament Venue.
Wei Lin was stunned.
At the north gate entrance, one figure after another appeared. They were all his subordinates and were easy to identify.
Why did all my men come here?
what happened?
Also, what is this sage? Hey, please explain it more clearly.
Wei Lin didn't know what was going on, but he always felt that something was wrong.
But at this moment.
A golden figure appeared. This figure was like a divine soldier descending from the sky, bathed in golden light all over.
As he raised his hand, a golden light appeared and directly saved all the fleeing disciples of the Demon God Cult.
"Wait, are you a Taoist master?"
Wei Lin was completely stunned.
Whatever is said will happen. Who wouldn't be confused?
Not to mention Wei Lin, even Sikong Jiantian was confused.
A master of Tao!
He really didn't expect that in such a small country like Qingzhou, there would be such a young and accomplished master?
In the entire State of Jin, there were only four masters of Taoism, but none of these four masters were over 500 years old?
Ye Ping is so young, but he is already an accomplished master. What will he be like in the future?
Even in Jiantianyuan, there is no such young master.
This is not as simple as a phoenix emerging from a chicken coop; this is a dragon emerging from a chicken coop.
hiss!
Suddenly, Sikong Jiantian couldn't help but think of another thing.
Ye Ping’s senior brother is Su Changyu.
If a mere junior fellow apprentice is so strong, what about the senior brothers?
Could it be that this Su Changyu is really a hidden master?
However, before Sikong Jiantian could continue thinking, Wei Lin, who was in a stalemate with him, panicked and wanted to take away the Five Grievances Jade Ancient Gourd and escape from here.
A master of Taoism came and Wei Lin was scared.
No matter how strong Ye Ping is, as long as he works together with Sikong Jiantian, he can guarantee that he will die.
So Wei Lin ran away. A gentleman does not suffer a loss in front of him.
However, Sikong Jiantian instantly sensed Wei Lin’s thoughts and couldn’t help but yell at Ye Ping.
"Ye Ping, quickly use the golden light to save him."
Sikong Jiantian roared, now as long as Ye Ping used the golden light to break Wei Lin's defense, he could suppress this demon.
"it is good."
Ye Ping agreed immediately. He came here to defeat demons. Wei Lin was the biggest demon at the moment, so he naturally would not let him go.
The golden light of salvation was emitted, and a golden light shone on Wei Lin.
In an instant, the Five Resentments Jade Ancient Gourd began to vibrate first, and a large amount of the Five Resentments Ancient Poison was taken back, and billowing black smoke came out. This was an evil weapon with countless resentful souls inside, but these resentful souls were imprisoned inside and tortured, thus generating endless resentment, which was eventually refined into the Five Resentments Ancient Poison by this gourd.
This is an ancient treasure.
Basically, they are all in the hands of the Yuanying ancestor. It is precisely because of this ancient treasure that Wei Lin can restrain Sikong Jiantian.
But the main blame is that Sikong Jiantian was too arrogant.
As for Wei Lin, he also suffered an extremely severe blow. The golden light shining on him felt like he was being roasted by real fire.
In just a moment, Wei Lin let out an extremely shrill scream.
The next moment, Sikong Jiantian finally took action.
His eyes became extremely sharp at this moment.
Clang clang!
Pure white sword energy shot out. This is the Haoran Zhengqi Sword, which is specifically designed to defeat this kind of evil cultivator.
The sword energy transformed into golden light, bathed in a layer of light gold, and pierced through Wei Lin's body on the spot.
"what!"
Wei Lin's miserable cry rang out.
At the same time, tens of thousands of monks from Qingzhou just happened to arrive at the conference venue and saw this scene.
Sikong Jiantian was really angry.
His sword energy was running wild, and hundreds of sword energies wanted to directly tear Wei Lin's body into pieces.
"I surrender, I surrender, Sikong Jiantian, if you spare my life, I can tell you where the Demon God Cult's hideout is."
Wei Lin's panicked voice rang out.
He was no match for Sikong Jiantian in the first place, and now he was suppressed by the golden light of Duhua. Who could withstand it?
So Wei Lin wanted to surrender at the first moment.
"It's too late to surrender now!"
Sikong Jiantian didn't give Wei Lin any chance at all.
There was no need for him to give Wei Lin a chance.
The sword energy exploded, and the void shattered. Sikong Jiantian was a powerful warrior at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and his attainments in swordsmanship were extremely terrifying. He had already comprehended the existence of sword intent. If he met Wei Lin under normal circumstances, he could kill him with just one encounter.
If I hadn't been careless, how could it have been delayed until now?
"Sikong Jiantian, I still have many secrets that you must know. Sikong Jiantian, you could capture me alive, but you insisted on killing me. Aren't you afraid of the wrath of the King of Jin?"
Wei Lin panicked.
He was completely panicked, and kept speaking, hoping that Sikong Jiantian would hesitate.
It’s a pity that Sikong Jiantian didn’t hesitate at all, and his eyes were even full of ridicule.
King of Jin?
What does it mean in his eyes?
puff!
The next moment, Wei Lin was crushed into a bloody mud by Sikong Jiantian. A golden elixir emerged, but was directly shattered by Sikong Jiantian's sword energy.
