"The white lotus comes to the world to take pity on our people. My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!!!"
Bai Cangmu was too lazy to answer the Lord Barbarian Tiger. With an order, more than a dozen followers of the White Lotus World Sect sat cross-legged and roared with fanatical expressions.
Along with their low roars, strange auras emerged from their bodies and gradually spread to Bai Cangmu.
Bai Cangmu was also sitting cross-legged in front of everyone, pinching the White Lotus Seal with his hands, his eyes dull.
Even the silver-haired woman was like this, sitting cross-legged behind the white oak tree, singing in a low voice.
"The fragrance is heavy and echoes the universe, and the fragrance is ignited and penetrates the heavenly gate;"
"The golden bird runs like clouds and arrows, and the jade rabbit shines like a wheel;"
"The Southern Star and the Big Dipper are shining all over the sky, and the five-color clouds are noisy;"
"The temple is opened in Ziwei Palace, and the peach blossom girl invites the gods...!"
As a low chant sounded, believers of the White Lotus Advent Sect rushed out from the island one after another and joined the incantation believers.
They sat cross-legged one after another, chanting incantations, making secrets with their hands, and their eyes were wild, not caring at all about the warriors and underworld beasts fighting around them.
Strange white lotus shadows slowly emerged from above their heads, emitting an indifferent white light.
And with the appearance of these white lotuses, threads seemed to appear in the void, connecting all the white lotuses.
As for the many believers under the White Lotus, as time goes by, their faces are declining at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as if time was speeding up for them, flowing quickly.
From a young man in his twenties and thirties, he quickly transformed into a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, or even an old man in his fifties or sixties.
They are feeding the lotus above their heads with their lifespan!
"Buzz...!"
At this moment, the eyes of Bai Cangmu in front of many believers suddenly opened, and a strange buzzing sound came from him.
But he opened his mouth slightly, and a slightly solid lotus appeared on top of his head, turning into threads and pouring into his mouth.
"The Holy Fire of White Lotus, burn my remaining body;"
"The Supreme Being has a destiny, Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth."
"The earth, fire, feng shui, but I am the sage;"
"No birth mother, empty hometown!"
In an instant, a strange aura immediately poured into his body, causing his entire aura to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bai Cangmu's entire figure was also floating in the air, his eyes coldly looking at the many underworld beasts rushing up.
"It's just a beast... it's not a pity to die!"
Grabbing it with one hand, a huge handprint seemed to appear in the void and smashed it down hard.
"Boom!"
Among the many underworld beasts, a huge handprint suddenly appeared, and it immediately smashed dozens of underworld beasts into pulp.
Even several monks from the Ming Ling clan who could not dodge were slapped to death by Bai Cangmu.
"How is it possible!"
The monks of the Dark Snake clan exclaimed: "You human race... what the hell did you do!"
"This is a Jueling Island. How could you..."
"Excellent spirit?"
Bai Cangmu sneered and said: "It's the spiritual energy that's amazing. What does it have to do with the spiritual thoughts of monks like me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and another violent force of spiritual thought surged out.
"Shocking thorn!"
"Poof!"
"Puff puff puff...!"
In an instant, needles made entirely of spiritual thoughts seemed to appear in the void, rushing towards many underworld beasts.
"Roar!"
"Poof!"
Chaotic exclamations and groans of pain were heard, and dozens more figures fell down screaming.
Some weak beasts even had their entire heads exploded, which was horrific.
"White Cangmu!"
Chen Hu's roar came from the crowd.
A violent wave also appeared on his God of War armor. His face was pale, and he was obviously under attack.
Bai Cangmu sneered: "Sorry, this was an accident."
"You...!"
"Hiss~!"
The monks of the Dark Snake clan rushed forward, the huge snake's mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, and swallowed Chen Hu in one bite.
"Hiss, hiss... Human warriors are really..." "Pfft!"
Before he finished speaking, his head suddenly exploded, and Chen Hu's figure shot out.
"The Nether Snake Tribe, I really thought...poof!"
Chen Hu suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face became extremely ugly.
He is in the Martial God realm, and he is protected by the Martial God armor, so why...
The broken head of the Dark Snake Clan monk who was broken out by him surged, and another head actually grew out.
He stared at Chen Hu with his narrow eyes and said indifferently: "Do you really think that we, the monks of the Ming Ling clan, can only rely on the physical body on this Jueling Island?"
"I still have bloodline talent...go to hell!"
"Swallow the sky!"
"Roar~!"
The Dark Snake Clan monk roared angrily and opened his mouth again.
Unlike before, this time the mouth was opened to a longer position.
Even half of the sky seemed to be occupied by this mouth, which descended from the sky and surged towards Chen Hu, covering Chen Hu and several Canglan human race monks in an instant.
Among the chaotic crowd, the huge head of the Xuantian Spirit Turtle slowly fell again.
The spiritual energy on his body was sucked clean again. As for the creatures on his back?
They're just a bunch of ants, don't worry about them.
Thinking like this, the huge head of the Xuantian Spirit Turtle slowly dived into the water again, preparing to fall asleep.
At this time, the figure of Guiyun Sanren appeared on the edge of the battlefield.
He looked at the chaotic battlefield and took a deep breath.
"This group of people all want to rush into the space crack in the mouth of the Xuantian Spirit Turtle, but the purpose of the Xuantian Spirit Turtle is to innate spiritual energy."
"When the innate spiritual energy appears, he will definitely open his mouth to absorb it all, and it will not last longer than a cup of tea at most."
"And this time is my opportunity!"
He took a deep breath and looked at the chaotic battlefield, as well as the human monks and Netherworld monks who were constantly dying, without any emotion in his eyes.
As long as they can leave Jueling Island, what does it matter if these people die?
Without any hesitation, he took out a storage bag from his sleeve and patted it on the Yin Yang Treasure Book fragment on his chest.
There was a flash of light, and another jade bottle appeared.
He grabbed it in his hand, used all his internal strength, and threw it hard towards the left side of the giant turtle.
"Whoosh...!"
The jade bottle shot out quickly, and after five breaths, it hit a rock on the left side of the giant turtle.
With a 'bang' sound, the jade bottle immediately shattered, and the trace of innate spiritual energy contained in it immediately surged out and spread into the air.
The first one to react was Xuantian's spirit turtle.
The huge head that had already dived into the water slowly raised its head again and moved towards his left side.
Next, Bai Cangmu, who had been burnt by dozens of believers to increase his divine will, also turned around suddenly, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Venerable Manhu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the demon tiger's back, was also stunned. He also looked at the place where the innate spiritual energy appeared, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes.
"Aura?"
"What a pure spiritual energy?"
"Where does the spiritual energy come from? Xuantian transforms into a spirit turtle..."
"Woo...!"
The Xuantian Spirit Turtle opened its huge mouth again and took a sharp breath.
The wind picked up again.
Countless boulders mixed with the waves spurted out.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Guiyun Sanren took out his storage bag again, exchanged it for a jade bottle, and absorbed all the innate spiritual energy in it.
A glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.
Many warriors and beasts are standing in front of him, and the secret of the treasure he possesses must not be hidden.
In this case...
Then they would go on a killing spree and silence everyone present.
Or let them stay here forever.
Only in this way can I continue to be free.
Killing intent flashed through his eyes, and he suddenly touched the void, and three hundred ghost flags floated into the air, emitting a dark light.
"Hundred Ghost Banners, Ji!"
"Woooooooo...!" (End of Chapter)