Chapter 1619 The Powerful Master Miaoshui

"Don't panic, attack their eyes."

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, why did you forget this? They have weaknesses."

The monks seemed to have seen hope again, and many of them fought with all their might and struck the eyes of the eight Vajras again.

However, they were horrified to discover that although the idea was beautiful, the reality was cruel.

When they took action, they discovered that the reality was completely different from what they thought.

This time, the eight Vajras did not dodge or dodge, allowing them to attack their eyes.

"Buddha's Angry Eyes!"

Following the roar of the leader Vajra, when everyone's attacks were about to hit the eyes of the eight Vajra Protectors, a golden light shot out from their eyes, instantly neutralizing their attacks.

Not only that, the golden light continued unabated and penetrated the crowd instantly, taking away the lives of several monks very easily.

"There's no point in attacking the eyes!"

"No resistance at all!"

The monks finally showed a look of fear.

I thought that attacking the eyes would be able to curb the attack of the Vajra Protector, but I didn’t expect that their attack was not only ineffective, but also cost the lives of several people!

"Damn it, why is this Vajra Demon Subduing Formation so powerful?"

Almost every monk had this question in their mind. After all, they underestimated the difficulty of these eight Vajra Protectors.

"It's all their fault. Why should we take those relics? If it weren't for them, these damn Vajra Protectors wouldn't wake up!"

Some people even vented their anger on the dozen or so people who had obtained the relics before, but they forgot that not long ago, they were also part of those people.

The only difference is that compared with those monks, they got nothing.

Under the tremendous pressure of life and death, irreconcilable conflicts occurred within the monks. Faced with the impeccable Vajra Protector, the vast majority of the people who were still alive had lost their fighting spirit!

"They are indeed a bunch of trash."

At this moment, a cold female voice suddenly came from behind everyone. It was Master Miaoshui of the Purifying Water Sect, one of the three major sects.

Seeing the people from the three major sects, all the cultivators showed ecstasy in their eyes.

In their opinion, although the eight Vajra Protectors are powerful, they are still not enough in front of the three top sects of Tianzhou.

"Master Yimei, you came just in time. These Vajra Protectors are so powerful. They have killed many of our companions. Please take action. Our monks in Tianzhou will definitely be grateful for your kindness."

In the crowd, a middle-aged monk with a goatee ran up to Master Yimei, plopped down, knelt on his legs in front of Master Yimei, and began to beg.

Goatee's whole body was covered in wounds, and his left chest was deeply sunken. The aura all over his body was chaotic. If it weren't for the aura of spiritual power fluctuations that emanated from his body from time to time, others would have thought that he had escaped from somewhere. mortal.

In fact, his current state was countless times more miserable than that of ordinary people.

Normally, Goatee's behavior would have been deeply despised by everyone, but at this moment, listening to Goatee's plea in front of Master Yimei, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they did not speak, their eyes looked at Master Yimei full of expectation.

Looking at the goatee kneeling in front of him, Master Yimei showed an undisguised look of contempt in his eyes.

"It's just trash!"

Master Yimei snorted with a look of disgust. If it weren't for these incompetent casual cultivators, they would definitely come to the fifth floor when all these people were dead.

Master Yimei glanced at Goatee and the surviving monks with a arrogant expression, and said coldly: "You can do it if you want us to, hand over the relics you obtained before, and our three major sects will save your lives. .”

As soon as Master Yimei said this, everyone looked stunned.

They never expected that people from the three major sects would be so shameless, but now that people are fighting for the sword and they are the meat of the fish, everyone, although they are unwilling to do so, has no choice but to do what Master Yimei said if they want to survive.

Originally, there were five or six people who looked hesitant, as if they were thinking about whether to hand it over or not. But when they heard the miserable screams coming from behind, everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and they no longer hesitated at all, and obediently followed the Buddha's instructions. The relics obtained in the cave were handed over.

Those screams were of course someone being killed.

"This is the right way to save me from taking action."

A look of satisfaction appeared in Master Yimei's eyes, and he was about to put away the relics handed over by everyone. At this moment, the voices of Long Shisan and Master Miaoshui rang out almost at the same time.

"Master Yimei, I'm afraid there's something wrong with what you're doing." Long Shisan said in a calm voice.

Compared to Long Shisan's reservedness, Master Miaoshui was very direct.

"Yimei, our Purifying Water Sect wants this relic."

Master Yimei's expression was stagnant, and he looked back at Long Shisan and Master Miaoshui. His expression was a little ugly, and he said: "You two, I promised them that as long as they hand over the relics they obtained before, I will protect them." It’s my life, you two can’t make me break my promise, right?”

"Breaking your promise?" Master Miaoshui glanced at Master Yimei with a cold expression, "If our Purifying Water Sect takes action to save the lives of these casual cultivators, then your Shenfu Sect can't talk about breaking your promise, right?"

Having said this, Master Miaoshui did not give Master Yimei a chance to speak. Instead, he looked at Long Shisan and said, "Long Shisan, do you also want to compete with me for these relics?"

When Long Shisan heard this, he took a deep look at Master Miaoshui, then shook his head and said: "Since it is what you like, Master, I, Long Shisan, will sell you a face, and I will not be in a relationship with you." Fight, but if there is another treasure later, please forgive me, real person, our Mad Sword Sect cannot return empty-handed, otherwise, I will not be able to explain it to my senior brother."

Upon hearing the word "senior brother" in Long Shisan's mouth, Master Miaoshui's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very afraid of Long Shisan's senior brother.

"For the treasures in the back, we each have to rely on our own abilities."

After Master Miaoshui finished speaking, he ignored the ugly-looking Master Yimei and walked straight towards the eight Vajra Protectors who were killing people in the crowd.

"It's a good formation, but unfortunately, in front of me, you are still an ant."

Looking at the eight Vajra Protectors in front of her, Master Miaoshui snorted coldly, and then, an extremely powerful aura burst out from her body.

"Ice!"

In an instant, the entire space on the fifth floor of the pagoda seemed to have entered the twelfth lunar month of winter. Everyone could not help but shudder. The monks with weak cultivation even shivered from the cold.

Almost instantly, the eight Vajra Protectors were frozen into eight ice sculptures by the cold air emanating from Master Miaoshui.