章 592: Tendrils

As Buddha's spirit continued to stream into the Yue laan Bell, Master Boshu's pupils grew darker and darker. He spat out a mouthful of blood and could no longer shake the bell. He placed the bell in a pool of blood beside his severed arm.

The crisp ringing of the bell disappeared, but Buddha's power remained. The 17 bells scattered around the Lanke Temple continued to ring and the Light of Buddha continued to shine on the black horse carriage.

Sangsang's face grew paler, and her brows were tightly knit. It was evident that she was in great pain as a stream of black-colored blood flowed from her lips and splattered on her chest.

Ning Que was certain that even if Sangsang weren't ill and could fight together with him and Mo Shanshan, they would still be unable to defeat Qi Nian. That was why he could not understand why Qi Nian had attempted to kill them.

"You can kill us now, allowing us to die quickly."

He looked at Qi Nian and said.