The man in white was killed under Tian Zongyu's invisible attack and had temporarily retreated. In the sky of Tianzhu Peak, there was no loud tsunami-like sound made by the curse formation attack of the white man in white. What was left at this time was the howlings of the people in Prajna Temple who were still injured.

The old monk who had never taken action was still standing in front of his golden Zen stick, standing in front of the magnificent lintel of the Prajna Temple. Listening to the extremely shrill screams from his disciples, looking at the ground, the man in white killed by the man in white, the ground was covered with the broken limbs and bodies of the Prajna Temple gatemen and their bodies. The old monk looked sad and looked extremely depressed.

Tian Zongyu faintly felt that this person was probably the presidency of the Prajna Temple. But what Tian Zongyu couldn't understand was why the Prajna Temple looked sick? Moreover, as the presiding of the Prajna Temple, the old monk had never acted from beginning to end. Although the expression on his face was very heartbreaking, it was too unbelievable!

"Mr. Mi, please show up!" The old monk who had been standing at the gate of Prajna Temple shouted in a low voice. His voice seemed very weak, but amid the howlings of injured people in Prajna Temple everywhere, his voice was clearly heard in everyone's ears in the venue. The old monk had a great influence. The screaming disciples had endured the huge pain in this moment and closed their mouths. They didn't know what the old monk said. On the huge square in front of the fighting Prajna Temple, there was no one else there except the monks in Prajna Temple. How could the old monk call Mr. Mi to appear? With doubts in his heart, the disciples who could still breathe in Prajna Temple were staring at the sick old monk for no reason.

Tian Zongyu naturally knew that the old monk was talking to him, but the old monk mistakenly thought he was a shadowless swordsman, so he said so. It is no wonder that those who have a little knowledge of Dongsheng Shenzhou know that Miye is a killer and a bounty hunter who comes and goes without a trace. It is not surprising that the old monk in Prajna Temple will mistake Tian Zongyu. As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Tian Zongyu flashed and he had already arrived at the place that only three meters before the old monk stood up. He lifted the hat of the ancient god outfit from his head, stood on the spot, and smiled at the old monk: "Old senior, I am not Miye."

"Ah--" the old monk exclaimed, and looked at Tian Zongyu with his pair of bright eyes in confusion and asked: "Isn't the young man Mi Ye? It's impossible! In the world, everyone knows that only the shadowless swordsman Mi Young Master Mi, who has an ancient magical outfit that can hide invisibly and kill powerful enemies. If the young man is not the young man, what happened just now? Could it be that the young man has killed the shadowless swordsman and seized the ancient magical outfit of others?"

"Haha, the old senior misunderstood. Miye is my good friend and my good brother. I would rather die by myself than kill him, let alone take him away from taking away his ancient divine outfit. The treasure I wear that can hide is indeed an ancient divine outfit, but it is another one, not the one worn by Brother Mi." Tian Zongyu said to the old monk with a smile.

"Another set? Didn't another set of ancient magic costumes be lost in the world more than ten thousand years ago? How did it come to you again today?" It seems that the old monk has a lot of experience and is very clear about the allusions in the world of cultivation in the martial arts world. As soon as Tian Zongyu finished speaking, he had already expressed the suspicion in his heart to Tian Zongyu.

"Well, what the old senior said is right. The ancient magic outfit was indeed lost more than ten thousand years ago. I also got this rare treasure on the top of the Juehan Mountains not long ago. It is also the opportunity for me!" Tian Zongyu nodded and answered truthfully to the old monk.

"The top of Juehan Mountain--" Juehan Mountain is a place that ordinary humans dare not enter, let alone the top of Juehan Mountain. Even a peerless top-dust master with extremely high cultivation may not be able to go to. The young man in front of him looks only in his twenties, so why did he go to the top of Juehan Mountain? After hearing Tian Zongyu's words, the old monk couldn't help but scream in surprise. However, the old monk's cultivation level is indeed very high, his face is full of surprise, but in a fleeting moment, he has returned to his normal expression: "What do you call a young hero?"

"I dare not hide it from the old seniors, I am Tian Zongyu." Tian Zongyu replied without being humble and arrogant.

"Ah——" In the venue, there was a shout of exclamation. The old monk at the entrance of Prajna Temple was well-mannered. After Tian Zongyu said that, he had to stand there in a daze. He could not say a word for a long time. His horror seemed to have been frozen in this moment. In the venue, only more than a hundred Prajna Temple disciples were left uninjured. At this moment, they had stopped their treatment of the seriously injured monks. They stood on the spot in shock, looking back at the young man who was faintly in his body, the legendary murderous murderer Tian Zongyu.

After a while, the old monk at the entrance of Prajna Temple was the first to come over from shock. The expression on his face was very strange and complicated. If anyone fell on such a thing, their expression would not be better than his. Just think about it, Prajna Temple is the largest sect in the world. It almost suffered a disaster of extermination today, but it was Tian Zongyu, a murderous demon who was beaten by everyone in the world of cultivation. What a great irony! "Are you Tian Zongyu, who is rebelling against the master and is called a murderous demon by the cultivator in the martial arts world?" In order to prove his shock, the old monk couldn't help but ask Tian Zongyu again.

"Yes, I am Tian Zongyu, who is called a murderer by the cultivators in the martial arts world." Tian Zongyu nodded heavily and replied with certainty.

After all, the old monk is a Buddhist, and his cultivation is extremely profound. When Tian Zongyu finished speaking, all his discomfort expressions disappeared: "Oh, it turns out that Young Master Tian came to my temple. Young Master Tian has always been fighting the wind and waves in the world, and has been enemies with countless cultivators, and is not tolerated by both good and evil, but I don't know what happened to me when I came to Prajna Temple today?"

"Senior laughed. Can you ask if you are the monk? " Tian Zongyu asked with his fist and bowed to the old monk.

"The monk dares not be the one who is the abbot of Prajna Temple, Juechen." The old monk said very humbly.

"Ah, it's rude! Senior, I came to Prajna Temple this time, just want to ask me to teach me the "Nirvana Demon Sword Technique" and hope that I can accomplish it." After Tian Zongyu knew that the old monk in front of him was indeed the abbot of Prajna Temple, he explained his purpose to him directly.

"The Sword Technique of Nirvana and Demon Subduing Sword... You... Alas, Young Master Tian, ​​it's not that I refuse to help you. Although you are not considered an evil person, nor a righteous person, you are too evil. The Sword Technique of Nirvana and Demon Subduing Sword Technique is also an extremely domineering cultivation technique in my Prajna Temple. I really can't pass it on to you! In order to avoid using my Buddhist cultivation techniques to kill innocent people in the world and defile the reputation of my Buddhist sect. However, Young Master Tian, ​​you can stay in my Prajna Temple, be clear of your heart and have few desires, study my Buddhist scriptures to eliminate your anger, feel the kindness of my Buddhist sect, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. I am not willing to do so." The old monk looked at Tian Zongyu calmly and said.

Tian Zongyu had no fond of Buddhist scriptures, and he didn't want to be a man with a pure heart and desire. As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Tian Zongyu replied in a humble and unrestrained manner: "Senior, to be honest, I didn't think about this matter before coming to Prajna Temple. I just didn't want to give up. I don't have this interest in what you said about studying your Buddhist scriptures. There are too many things waiting for me to do in the world. Since the senior is unwilling to teach me the "Nirvana Demon Sword Technique", I can only sigh. I decided to rest for two days outside this Prajna Temple and then leave. Oh, by the way, when I came to your Prajna Temple, Senior An wrote a letter to himself, you can see it yourself!" As Tian Zongyu said, he had already taken out the letter from his arms and handed it to the monk Juechen.

The monk Juechen would never have thought that the young man in front of him, who was called a murderous man by people in the martial arts world, would have something to do with An Zhui Lu, the leader of Xuanqingguan. The doubts in his heart couldn't help but become even more serious. He took the letter with Xuanqingguan's unique seal from Tian Zongyu, opened it in person and looked slowly.

At this time, all the people in the Prajna Temple who could still act on their own had joined the rescue team. From time to time, seriously injured people were directly helped into the Prajna Temple. Whether these people were injured or not, when entering the Prajna Temple, they would use a pair of curious eyes to sweep over Tian Zongyu's face intentionally or unintentionally.

There are almost 70 or 80 monks in Prajna Temple who are seriously injured. In the huge venue in front of the gate, the monks who were killed can still look like sixty or seventy complete corpses. If the people who were killed were added to the Prajna Temple who were broken, the number of deaths was at least over a hundred. At this moment, there were still twenty or thirty uninjured monks on the ground, cleaning up the dead bodies of the monks on the ground, putting the complete bodies and scattered corpses.

The letter An Zhui Lu wrote to the Juechen Monk was very long, with only five pages. The Juechen Monk read it very carefully. After a long time, he had not finished reading it. Tian Zongyu looked at the Juechen Monk and saw that his two gray and white eyebrows had begun to frown, and his face began to appear in panic. In addition, the Prajna Temple was almost severely damaged by the extermination of the family. Many expressions on the face of the Juechen Monk beast made this old monk who was already a little sick and looked even more graceful.
Chapter completed!