640 Immolation (2/2)

Looking at the approaching Ning Que, the two priests became more and more strong-willed and sacred, exacerbating the light in their hands.

Four beams of white flames rose up from their hands, illuminating the whole place. Master Qi Mei looked at Ning Que and sighed, slowly moving sideways.

Ning Que knew his meaning—Facing Master Qi Mei and the two priests, he would never be able to rush out. Considering he didn't kill the little boy, Qi Mei was giving him a chance to fight against the priests first.

However, neither Ning Que nor Master Qi Mei would ever think that their Divine Skills weren't aimed at Ning Que. They aimed at themselves.

The Haotian Divine Light gushed out from their hands, mouths, noses, eyes, ears, and every hair and pore, penetrating the gaps of their clothes, and turned their bodies into two bright lamps.

Master Qi Mei felt extreme danger when he saw this, but he failed to avoid it. He hummed and sat down, immediately crossing his legs and covering his eyes, making a lotus posture.

The two priests in red gently looked at Sangsang, smiling. Their smiles looked very gratified. Their bodies began to shine and burn... then they exploded.

Boom! Boom!

The air in the temple was suddenly disturbed, stirring the lake water and breaking down many trees. Blood and broken arms and legs were everywhere. Countless people were killed in an instant.

The West-Hill Divine Skill was the best way to save people's lives. However, who would think that, once the light decided to burn itself, it would be so powerful and kill so many people.

The explosions created a huge blank area in the middle of the crowd where no one survived.

As for the two priests' bodies, they had already been burst into ash. Only the pieces of the red robes were flying in the air like condensed blood.

A piece of the red robe fell on Ning Que's shoulder. Sangsang stretched out a trembling finger and picked up it, looking a little sad.

She didn't know why they blew themselves up, but she knew they did this for her when she remembered their eyes before they died.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated. The White Tower Temple was in a mess, echoing the pained screams and groanings. It was disastrous and filled with blood and flesh.

Master Qi Mei was riddled with wounds and burns on his body. Facing the two priests' explosions, even though he had become a Buddha, he was badly injured. If he didn't step away for Ning Que, he would be more seriously injured.

Putting down his hand and looking at his surroundings, he changed his expression. Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama were no longer here and the black crows had flown away.