More than ten hours later, Mo Ling and a group of elders of Yuntian Sect came to Jinhong Temple.

Jinhong Temple is located in the center of the Litian Realm, located in a valley, with majestic towers soaring into the sky.

The entire valley is covered with huge Buddha statues, shining brightly and brilliantly.

The bright sound of the Buddhas came from the valley and spread to endless distances.

These sounds of thousands of Buddhas are extremely infectious and can cleanse people's hearts and make people magically sublimated from the inside out.

Near Jinhong Temple, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there are a large number of creatures, either worshiping from afar or listening in a slant.

In short, Jinhong Temple is the supreme existence in this area.

Whoosh!!!

Mo Ling and a group of people flew directly to the top of Jinhong Temple.

However, when they were still ten miles away from Jinhong Temple, they could not move forward. The sounds of thousands of Buddhas and the lights of thousands of Buddhas that came from Jinhong Temple were like invisible barriers, blocking their way.

"Who is coming?"

A loud voice came from Jinhong Temple, distant and grand.

"Yuntian Sect, young sect leader Mo Ling!"

Moling said loudly.

"Please go back, please don't accept it!"

Another grand voice came from Jinhong Temple, clear and deafening.

When Mo Ling heard this, he sneered in his heart. Is he looking down on him?

very good!

I hope that the monks from Jinhong Temple will be so arrogant and complacent later.

The next breath, a figure appeared silently beside Mo Ling.

No!

This is not a figure, but a wisp of existence like a breeze, as if it was a transparent shadow.

When the elders of the Great Elder Xue Wenzhuo and the second elder Fu Lun and other elders of Yuntian Sect saw the shadow, their hearts were beating wildly, and their eyes widened, trying to see the shadow clearly.

Is this Moling’s mysterious master?

Who is the sacred place?

What kind of cultivation is it?

What exactly does it exist?

Can you deal with the powerful Jinhong Temple?

When all the elders of Yuntian Sect were full of surprise and curiosity, they saw the transparent shadow that could not see clearly and hummed softly.

In an instant, the sound of a light hum was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The sound of the ten thousand Buddhas and the divine light of the ten thousand Buddhas emitted in Jinhong Temple all dissipated.

At this moment, let alone the elders of Yuntian Sect, even Mo Ling was shocked and excited.

The sounds of ten thousand Buddhas and the lights of ten thousand Buddhas in Jinhong Temple are extremely powerful. It is rumored that it is the power of protecting the temple in Jinhong Temple.

This kind of power is so powerful that ordinary people in the Taoist realm cannot break through it.

However, his master did not really show up. He just snorted softly and destroyed the sound of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the divine light of Ten Thousand Buddhas. This kind of despicable strength is simply invincible.

At this time, the entire Jinhong Temple was in full swing.

One by one, the strong men flew out of Jinhong Temple one after another. These were all Buddhist practitioners wearing monk robes. There were really a lot of them, with as many as thousands.

The leader is a tall old monk with kind eyes and a white face.

"Amitabha Buddha, I am the Buddha Master Jueyun of Jinhong Temple, I wonder what you are from?"

The tall old monk clasped his hands together and asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the illusory transparent shadow.

This Jueyun Buddha Lord is the most powerful person in Jinhong Temple.

"Senior Jueyun, there is only one thing that comes down, so I will tell you straight to the point. You Jinhong Temple will surrender to our Yuntian Sect!" Mo Ling said in a deep voice.

"Bastard, you are a small force in Yuntian Sect, and you are worthy of letting us surrender!"

Behind Jueyun, a middle-aged Buddhist practitioner shouted loudly and looked full of anger.

How does Jinhong Temple exist?

Among the Litian Martial Clan, one of the three strongest forces.

And what force is Yuntian Sect?

Yuntian Sect was not worthy of carrying shoes to Jinhong Temple. In the past, Tianlunzi, the sect leader of Yuntian Sect, always came to Jinhong Temple with timidity and great respect.

And now, it is a joke to actually make them surrender to Jinhong Temple.

However, the space around the middle-aged Buddhist practitioner's voice tightened and felt an extremely powerful pressure on the space.

boom!

Without any warning, the body of the middle-aged Buddhist practitioner exploded instantly, turning into ashes and vanished.

"What?"

"Who are you?"

"Quick formation!"

In an instant, the Buddhist practitioners in Jinhong Temple were shocked instantly and immediately spread out in a fan shape, preparing to form a formation.

"Now, there is no right or wrong, only the strong and the weak!"

The blurred transparent shadow spoke, and the voice was a little hoarse and indifferent, as if there was no emotion. It was Su Mo's voice.

"Who is the donor, and why is he so domineering?" Jueyun frowned tightly and stared at Su Mo.

He could not see Su Mo's depth, but based on his feelings, they might not be able to deal with it.

"I don't like killing. Maybe we can talk!" Su Mo's voice sounded again.

When the old monk Jueyun heard this, he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes!"

Then, Su Mo waved his hand, and an invisible force of time and space wrapped Jueyun.

Old Monk Jueyun was slightly shocked, but he felt that this power of time and space was too strong, so he did not resist.

Because, it seems that I can't resist.

This also made him even more afraid of Su Mo's strength.

In an instant, the stars changed, and Su Mo and Jueyun disappeared without a trace.

The Buddhist practitioners at Jinhong Temple were shocked, but they did not dare to do anything, and they were all alert.

Su Mo pulled the old monk Jueyun to the depth of time and space. The two stood face to face, but Su Mo still did not show his true form.

"What do the donor want to say?" Old Monk Jueyun asked in a deep voice.

"Your Jinhong Temple is a Buddhist, so I want to ask you, what is the essence or meaning of the Buddhist way of cultivation?" Su Mo asked calmly.

The old monk Jueyun frowned. He didn't understand what Su Mo meant, but he still told the truth.

"My Buddha is compassionate, and the Dharma is boundless. It emphasizes the use of dust, enlightenment of the mind and nature; escape from the samsara and save all sentient beings; benefit oneself and others, and save others; do not do any evil, and practice all good deeds; purify one's own intentions; all sentient beings are suffering, and sentient beings are equal...!"

The old monk Jueyun talked endlessly, telling the truth of his Buddhist practice.

"stop!"

Su Mo raised his hand, interrupted the other party, and mocked: "Saving all living beings? Haha, have you saved the soul clan? Have you saved the spirit clan? Have you saved the high-ranking races? And all living beings are equal. Do you think you are equal to the spirit clan and the soul clan?"

Jueyun was silent when he heard this, and was speechless for a long time.

"Master, do you have nothing to say?" Su Mo asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha! Donor, the people are helpless. Our Jinhong Temple has limited ability and is powerless!" Master Jueyun shook his head and sighed, clasped his hands and said.

Indeed, it is impossible for all beings to be equal in the Heavenly Soul Source Realm, and it is even more impossible to transform the people, and it is never possible.

"Follow me, I will lead you to defeat the heavens in the Heavenly Soul Source Realm!" Su Moyan was concise and could not refuse.

When the old monk Jueyun heard this, he was shocked and stared at Su Mon's transparent and blurred figure in surprise.

Is it... to rebel?
Chapter completed!