#727 - The consequences of being mean

Upon hearing Shi Yunbian's evaluation, everyone present was moved and turned their heads to look. Especially Yin Guang, whose clasped hands trembled almost imperceptibly, his eyes revealing a trace of profoundness.

"Shi Yunbian, are you kidding?" Fu Kong frowned and said, "I heard that the Buddha Saint is the number one genius in the Buddhist path, surpassing all others throughout history. Back then, he sat in meditation under the Bodhi tree for seven years, and overnight, the Bodhi tree was covered in branches. His powerful Buddhist nature even attracted the worship of all beasts, and the Buddha's light illuminated the entire Buddhist domain. Can this child's talent be higher than the Buddha Saint's?"

Others also showed expressions of doubt.

Yin Guang even chuckled and said, "This child has deep Buddhist roots and a naturally wise heart. He is indeed a rare Buddhist genius, but to say that he is stronger than the Buddha Saint is indeed an exaggeration."

Shi Yunbian snorted and said with a somewhat solemn expression, "You know nothing! Our Ghost Dao and Buddha Dao are naturally mutually restraining. We have an extremely keen sense of them. Although this child is only a Earth Immortal and I haven't seen him in person, he gives me a kind of soul-deep fear. I've only felt this way when facing the Buddha Saint…"

His voice became softer and softer, as if he was gradually realizing the seriousness of the situation. His eyes gradually narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yin Guang's eyelids twitched, and he quietly hid his hands in his sleeves.

Others also noticed the other implications in these words, revealing thoughtful expressions…

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Like two flowers blooming, each representing a branch.

At this moment, on Leaving Kill Immortal Island, the formations had all been withdrawn.

Under the great battle between the two sides, this vibrant forest had completely lost its original appearance and was devastated. The ground was covered with ravines and deep palm prints, sword marks, lightning, and the scorched marks of immortal fire…

The bib doll transformed from the Nihility Devouring Flame shuttled back and forth between the corpses. After it passed, the corpses were completely reduced to ashes, and its body seemed to become more solid. This little guy seemed to enjoy this kind of finishing work very much, tirelessly working.

The fat and thin monks were now surrounded by the Qin family disciples. They had changed their previous arrogant attitude and were kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly. They no longer had the image of immortal Buddhist disciples, only wanting to live.

The two of them were also full of regret. How could they have imagined that these guys' strength would actually be so powerful? If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have chased them. In the end, they chased after a group of killing gods.

Luo Ming and the others were also dumbfounded, and they had a new understanding of these Qin family disciples. Originally, some people had questioned, disdained, and underestimated them, but these emotions disappeared in an instant, replaced by admiration, envy, and jealousy.

Look, look at other people's talents!

A third-level Earth Immortal can kill a group of immortals of the same level screaming. Look at yourself, if you were to face them, you would definitely be one of those screaming.

The fat monk looked at Qin Qixin with hopeful eyes, trying to persuade the other party with the friendship of the same sect: "This little… ah no, this master, I can tell at a glance that you are a disciple of a Buddhist master. My master is Yin Guang Buddha under the Buddha Saint's seat. Maybe he has some friendship with your master. Why don't you spare this little monk's life for the sake of everyone being in the same sect? This little monk will be grateful!"

The thin monk nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Me too!"

Before Qin Qixin could speak, Qin Qiming, who had regained his ability to move, stood up and said coldly: "There is nothing wrong with killing each other and fighting for treasures in the Heaven Reaching Convention. If we die, we can only blame ourselves for our lack of ability and bad luck. But now that the tables have turned and the offense and defense have changed, since you have become prey from hunters, don't act like this, it will only make people disgusted!"

Qin Qiming was the eldest brother of the Qin family disciples and had great prestige. In the absence of the alliance leader, Qin Changqing, and their mother, Qin Qiming's words could represent the others.

Qin Qixian directly sacrificed his immortal sword, and the killing intent in his eyes meant that this matter would definitely not end well.

Seeing this, the fat and thin monks also understood that they were afraid that they would be doomed, so they simply stopped begging for mercy, and the resentment in their eyes burst out.

The thin monk stared at Yu Xianxue, Qin Mengrou, and Qin Mengxue and smiled hideously: "It's a pity, beauties of this kind of beauty are rare. This little monk has never tasted them before. If I could taste your flavor before I die, it would not be in vain for this life…"

The fat monk's body trembled and he turned his head to look at the thin monk and cursed, "Madman!"

Sure enough, these words immediately made the Qin family disciples' eyes widen and they were furious.

Qin Qishuo jumped up and cursed: "You two dead bald donkeys, I will cut you into pieces!"

Qin Qigang's claws were ferocious: "Everyone get out of the way, I'm going to cut them into eight pieces!"

Feng Yunlei's body was surging with dense golden arcs, and he walked towards the two of them step by step: "You like to be foul-mouthed, right…"

Yu Xianxue and the three of them were even trembling with anger.

The Buddha shadow behind Qin Qixin reappeared, and a pair of huge Buddha eyes actually flashed with a hazy red light.

The coldness in Qin Qiming's eyes seemed to be able to freeze this place. He suddenly attacked and locked the cultivation and souls of the two monks, and then waved to the top.

The immortals who were watching were stunned. Luo Ming pointed at himself and showed a questioning look.

Qin Qiming nodded, and Luo Ming immediately flew down, nodding and bowing: "What are your orders, big brother?"

Qin Qiming pointed at the fat and thin monks, his expression indifferent, and his voice was like coming from the nine netherworlds, icy and bone-chilling, saying word by word: "Peel off their skin and then chop them into meat paste!"

As soon as these words came out, Luo Ming and the others trembled violently.

The fat and thin monks also widened their eyes, their faces full of horror and anger.

Not finished yet, Qin Qiming then added: "Before that, they can't be allowed to die. If they die, you will go with them!"

The immortals looked at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

Whether in the lower realm or in the immortal realm, it is normal to fight with the heavens and with people, but there are few such killing methods, after all, it is too cruel.

Killing is just a matter of nodding your head, immortals are also people.

The thin monk knew that he was destined to die, and wanted to be quick-tongued before he died, but he did not expect to touch the Qin family disciples' reverse scales.

Qin Qiming is usually a very cultivated person, treating people with humility and courtesy, but for him, his family is his bottom line, and whoever touches it will die.

He just felt that killing these two disgusting guys would dirty his brothers' hands, otherwise he would definitely do it himself.

The thin monk's mouth was quick, but he also had to pay the price for his behavior.

"Huh?"

Qin Qiming glanced at Luo Ming coldly, and let out a questioning sound from his nose.

At this moment, the Qin family disciples all had fierce expressions on their faces. After experiencing the world, they all faintly had an aura of superiors.