After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Mo Zheng and his companions followed closely behind, flying over the wall on their swords under the gaze of everyone.

There were also some curious people who were eager to try it out. Not wanting to be left behind, they took out their magic swords and wanted to chase after them to watch the fun.

Only one sound of "Amitabha" was heard, echoing throughout the Leiyin Heavenly Palace.

"All of you donors have come here for the Ice Lotus, so why not enjoy it?"

"Junior Brother Yuanhui, the dining hall has prepared lotus cakes. Interested donors are welcome to come and try them."

I only see the person, not the voice.

The voice was vast and powerful, as if coming from all directions, full of compassion and majesty.

Master Yuanhui responded respectfully, his voice also resounding around him: "Obey the order!"

Then, he bowed to the people who had stopped by and said, "Dear donors, please continue to enjoy the lotus. There is a young monk leading the way. If you are interested, you can try some lotus cakes."

Seeing this, the crowd who originally wanted to watch the excitement began to move forward slowly.

At this moment, the ice lotus in the lotus pond suddenly bloomed with circles of holy light, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

This caused everyone to forget the farce that had just happened and rush towards Binglian, vying to be the destined one.

In the center of the halo, each petal of the ice lotus began to emit light. They were slowly unfolding, revealing the golden stamens at the heart of the lotus.

A slight tremor spread from under Binglian's feet, like the rhythm of a heartbeat, or like some kind of power awakening.

At this moment, a soft light burst out from the pistil of the ice lotus and shot straight into the sky.

Although it was faint at first, it soon became dazzling, and its color gradually changed from the initial holy white to a brilliant golden color.

The light was so pure, without a trace of impurities, illuminating the entire lotus pond, and even the faces of the people around were dyed with a faint golden color.

Then, the ice lotus, which was originally as crystal clear as frost, was slowly dyed in the golden light. When the golden light dissipated, the ice lotus in the center of the lotus pond had turned into a golden lotus!

"This...this!" Master Yuan Hui's pupils dilated with shock, his voice trembled, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Golden Lotus of Merit!!"

As if in response to his guess, the sound of Buddhist chanting began to be heard from the lotus pond.

As the light in the lotus pond grew brighter, the sounds of Buddhist chanting became clearer, as if the ancient Buddhist sounds had traveled through time and space, echoing in every corner of the Leiyin Heavenly Palace.

It shocked the hearts of everyone present, making people feel their scalps tingling and awe in their hearts.

Many enlightened monks from the Leiyin Heavenly Palace seemed to have sensed something and came one after another.

In just a moment, the temples around the lotus pond were filled with these eminent monks who are rarely seen in normal times.

Their eyes were focused on the golden lotus in the lotus pond. They stood with their hands clasped together and their eyes closed with solemn expressions.

Gradually, the deep and powerful chanting of the monks and the chanting in the lotus pond intertwined.

At this moment, Leiyin Palace seemed to have turned into a huge Taoist temple.

Everyone put their hands together and bathed in the holiness to cleanse their minds.

On the other side of the wall, Mo Zheng was looking at Ding Long's greedy face with an unconcealable disgust.

Ding Long was obsessed with the Fuyuan Pill. He stretched out his hands and almost rubbed Mo Zheng's chest: "There's no one here, give it to me!"

Mo Zheng quickly held his breath and jumped back, instantly creating a safe distance.

When Ding Long saw him avoid him, the look of disgust on his face made him feel that he was despised by Mo Zheng, and a hint of disdain appeared on his face.

He tilted his head, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and challenged: "This Immortal Lord is telling you the truth!"

"I came up from below. All of you combined are just playthings in my hands!" There was a sense of superiority and confidence in his words that came from nowhere.

He held his head high, squinted his eyes, snorted through his nose, and said condescendingly, "If you guys know what's good for you, give me the Fuyuan Pill right away."

"If this Immortal Lord is in a good mood, perhaps I can spare your lives."

Ruozhu was the first to draw her sword and point it directly at Ding Long: "Who the hell are you? How dare you call yourself an immortal?"

Ding Long smiled obscenely, his eyes wandering over Ruozhu unscrupulously, as if he had stripped off all her clothes.

He jokingly said, "What is it? You want to know? Why don't you try it yourself and find out?"

Ruozhu was so angry that her face turned red, and she stabbed forward with a sword filled with anger.

However, just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce his body, Ding Long's figure suddenly disappeared!

Immediately afterwards, his figure appeared behind Ruozhu like a ghost.

He slapped and grabbed her buttocks with malicious intent, and his tone was full of deliberate obscenity: "Hmm~ It's quite hot~"

Ruozhu's body shook violently, and she quickly stepped back, hiding behind Li Fu and Mo Zheng.

Seeing her actions, Ding Long smiled even more proudly: "There are only two of them, one is in the Fusion Stage, and the other probably doesn't even have the Spiritual Focus Stage. Can the two of them protect you?"

"I am a genuine early stage Loose Immortal. Be good and come here and call me Immortal Lord. I will be the first to pamper you."

Lin Moran and Li Jiner, who were originally holding their swords tightly and ready to join the battle at any time, were stunned when they heard his provocation.

Junior Brother Li Fuyi was at the Fusion Stage, which was fine, but how dare a mere early Sanxian Stage him act so arrogantly in front of their master, who was at the Xuanxian Stage?!

Not to mention that there is a real immortal realm between the scattered immortal realm and the mysterious immortal realm. Even if they are all scattered immortals, the early, middle, late and great perfection realms are incomparable.

The further you go, even a small difference in realm is enough to easily crush and kill.

This person really doesn't know whether he lives or dies!

Turning to look at Master Mo Zheng, okay...

This time when Master came out of retreat, his aura became even more restrained, and his aura seemed to be covered by an invisible veil. He looked gentle and harmless.

Mo Zheng suppressed his nausea, but his patience was exhausted.

The voice was calm and collected as he asked, "What sect are you from? Do you have any accomplices?"

Ding Long's eyes rolled cunningly, and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Humph~ How dare you, a rat, speak to me like that!"

Before he finished speaking, he swung out a rope, which drew an arc in the air and pointed directly at Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and Xinyan appeared out of thin air in his hand.

With a casual wave, Ding Long's rope broke into two pieces. When it fell to the ground, it seemed to still have life. It twisted twice before it completely stopped.

Ding Long watched as his life-saving magic weapon, the Immortal Binding Rope, was actually cut off by a sword. Before he could react, the backlash of the destruction of the magic weapon made him step back and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Holding his chest, he looked warily at Mo Zheng, whose aura suddenly became extremely sharp and terrifying: "You...you...who are you!"

Xinyan pointed at Ding Long's eyebrows with a fierce look.

"Tell me! What sect are you from? Do you have any accomplices?"