Li Yundong snorted coldly, and the Yang God at his fingertips suddenly turned into a Buddha king with three heads and six arms. Among them, four arms pinched two big fingerprints respectively, one left and one right patted the two people who rushed over, while the other two arms still pinched a big fingerprint and patted the Yang God of Takahashi Zhengtai firmly.

Takahashi screamed miserably, and the Yang God split into countless parts and ran frantically in all directions.

This is the strength of the golden body. As long as it is not targeted by a specific magic weapon, or the Yang God is smashed by people, it can still turn into countless separate bodies and escape everywhere.

Unfortunately, Li Yundong happens to have such a magic weapon in his hand, burning finger bowl, which is specially aimed at the transformation of the sun into countless separate bodies and fleeing around!

Li Yundong quickly took out the burning finger bowl. With a slight flick of his finger on the edge of the bowl and a sound of sting, the burning finger bowl immediately spread a halo. The speed of the halo spread was amazing. In an instant, he caught up with Takahashi Zhengtai's separated body.

Li Yundong had the ability to "master all Buddhist magic tools" since he was born in the small world of burning finger bowl. He himself was the reincarnation of the Ming king. At this time, he was refined to the realm of never destroying the golden body. Therefore, the power of burning finger bowl was doubled in his hands. If Gaoqiao zhengsun God had not been blown away, burning finger bowl might not be able to keep him, but he was eager to escape at this time, Turn the sun into thousands and flee in all directions. As long as one of them escapes, he can escape from heaven.

But he never thought of it. Instead, he let the burning finger bowl give full play to its power.

Takahashi's split was just touched by the ripple halo, and immediately settled in place, as if stained with a spider's web.

Takahashi was struggling frantically, but the more he struggled, the more he felt that the force of this bondage was greater.

Li Yundong then flicked his finger again, with a crisp sound of Ding. The burning finger bowl fiercely emitted a cyan halo, and castration was a few minutes faster than before.

Although practitioners of various schools polished their true yuan inner alchemy like steel, when this halo affected them, they still felt a burst of Qi and blood floating and their hearts shaking, as if they were in the ocean and constantly impacted by fierce waves.

They could not help but be shocked in their hearts: their flesh was still alive, and the Yang God was still intact. What's more, the tripod furnace of the flesh had been lost, and the Yang God smashed countless Takahashi Zhengtai?

Takahashi's countless parts were shocked by the second green light, and he was no longer able to struggle. An invisible huge cobweb tied him firmly between heaven and earth.

At this time, Li Yundong stretched out his hand to play the third time. At this time, the two people who were blown out by Li Yundong's two big fingerprints couldn't help shouting in Chinese: "Li Yundong, are you not afraid to go to hell?"

Li Yundong looked at them and saw that the two men were all dressed up as monks, except that one was wearing a red cassock, bald and square face, holding a string of Buddha beads and stepping on wooden clogs, while the other was wearing a yellow cassock, wearing a hat and holding a Buddhist staff.