Chapter 463

Coming with Buchun, Butan, and Buqu,

there was also a very young little monk.

He seemed very afraid of such a battle,

his face full of fear,

but he seemed not to dare to run away,

and could only stand where he was,

reciting Buddhist scriptures incessantly.

Zhu Yuyan watched the people on the field fighting back and forth,

and they had signs of having the upper hand.

So she pulled Ye Yu and said softly, "Husband, let's go back.

I'll make you some soup."

Hearing this,

Ye Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.

I don't know what's been going on lately,

but Zhu Yuyan has taken a liking to making soup.

It seems that in her view,

making soup is much simpler than stir-frying.

You only need to put the ingredients in order.

But Zhu Yuyan didn't seem to have considered one thing:

that is the heat.

Yesterday, after drinking the soup Zhu Yuyan made,

Ye Yu was "moved" to tears,

but to encourage Zhu Yuyan, he could only say it was delicious.

Now that Zhu Yuyan mentioned making soup again,

at this moment, Ye Yu was regretful.

As much as he sympathized with Zhu Yuyan yesterday, he sympathized with himself today.

"My Lady, you can't make soup every day; if you drink too much of that stuff, it's too nourishing, and people won't be able to take it."

"Oh, then forget it, how about I try stir-frying again?"

"There's no need, My Lady, you'd better make soup!"

Ye Yu and Zhu Yuyan turned around slowly, preparing to go up the mountain.

And Buchun in the crowd, seeing this,

was suddenly anxious.

He turned his head and saw Liaojin still standing where he was,

and was suddenly furious.

But now was not the time for preaching.

Buchun tore off the kasaya on his body,

exerted force with his arms,

and scriptures emerged on his body,

with Buddhist light shining all around,

temporarily forcing back Zhao Butong's attack.

"Demoness, don't go!"

Buchun leaped up,

relying on the Buddhist light protecting his body,

and threw a punch,

with a faint phantom of a furious Buddha appearing behind him.

Ye Yu turned his head slightly,

and with a thought,

a golden giant dragon appeared,

directly piercing through Buchun's body.

The Buddha phantom behind him also shattered instantly.

"Puff!"

Buchun spat out a mist of blood,

then flew backward directly,

falling heavily to the ground.

"Senior Brother!"

Seeing this,

Butan and Buqu also hurriedly rushed forward

to protect Buchun behind them.

The experts of the Yingui Sect didn't care about that much;

their attacks didn't stop.

Soon,

Butan and Buqu showed signs of decline,

and wounds began to appear on their bodies.

"Uncle Buchun!"

Liaojin also hurriedly walked over,

holding Buchun on the ground in his arms,

and asked nervously, "How are you? I have healing pills here, wait, wait!"

"No, no need!"

Buchun shook his head slightly,

blood constantly spitting out of his mouth.

He knew his own body best;

his heart pulse was broken, and there was no way to save him.

He wouldn't live much longer.

Buchun saw that Butan and Buqu's defeat was certain,

and suddenly smiled miserably.

After all the calculations,

who could have thought

that beside the Yin Empress Zhu Yuyan, there was a man with heaven-reaching strength?

Revenge was already hopeless.

A teardrop fell on Buchun's face;

it turned out that the new Sect Master Liaojin was crying.

Looking at this young face,

Buchun suddenly felt relieved of everything.

It was they who were too impatient,

ignoring everything and bringing Liaojin to seek revenge.

He was just a child in his early twenties.

"Don't cry, Sect Master, if you cry, you won't have any dignity.

Go.

While we are not dead yet,

we will block them for as long as we can.