Monks in gray robe threw their choices into the box, and Tang Cheng and Monk Xuan Bing were guarding each other to prevent anyone from cheating with magic. Tang Cheng had no intention of joining this muddy water, but he wanted to know what choices Pudu Zen would make in the end.

There is no name on the ballot, there is only one symbol. The circle represents guarding and the square represents attack. If you are a person in the mortal world, it will take a long time to make such a creative vote for the first time, and I am afraid that it will not be the same if you don’t have ten days or half a month.

However, in the sect of practice, it took only two hours to complete this. As time passed, only a few monks were left to vote for their votes.

Whether it is a monk of the Yuanshen or a monk in the Qi training stage, there is only one vote, and the final result will be the direction of director Pudu Zen.

After the vote ended, Monk Xinyuan and another monk named Xinjue read the vote together, while Tang Cheng and Xuanbing were still supervising the two.

Xinyuan and the others came to the stage with expressionless expression on their faces. There was a row of eighteen wooden boxes in front of them. Monk Xinyuan slowly took out the first vote from the left box and sang: "Round!"

Then, Xinjue took out the second one and sang: "Circle!"

"square!"

"round!"

"square!"

...

The sound of emotions mixed with it sounded on the island in the middle of the lake. At this moment, the monks were silent, as if the death row prisoners were waiting for the final judgment.

Every time a word is read, someone writes the word "正" with his pen. In fact, it is unnecessary. In the heart of the monk, every time a sound is sing, everyone will record a number in his heart. This is simple for the monk.

Half an hour later, the vote was chosen as "circle", which means that the defense was more than the attack, and the last box was left unopened.

A hint of flush appeared on Xinyuan and Xinjue's faces. The two looked at each other and refused to give in to each other. They were both among the four Zen gods, and their cultivation was almost the same, but Xinjue's practice time was more than three times that of Xinjue.

After thinking about it, the fate of the heart was out of place, and the first vote was read, and he came to read the second vote, and the cycle continued. After a while, the number of votes for square and round increased one after another, and those who chose "square" slowly tied up the "circle".

Finally, when Xinyuan opened the last vote, the monks' hearts slowly hanged, because the bills at this time were completely equal, namely 503 votes and 503 votes.

Xinyuan is already a decisive picture in his hand.

He slowly spread the votes in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, slowly facing the votes outward, and shouted loudly: "Fang!" The island in the middle of the lake suddenly became boiling, and the radical monks cheered loudly, while those who originally chose to defend were frustrated and could not say. No one would regret it. For monks, promises were more important than everything.

Monk Yicun closed his eyes in pain, and more than a thousand monks, but after the battle, I wonder how many people would be left. Monk Yigen cheered heartlessly.

Tang Cheng smiled on his face. Although this choice made people worried, it was full of positive energy. Monk Xuanbing clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was trembling. Perhaps he once again heard the bloody battle on Lingjiu Mountain!

If the Pudu Zen Buddhism chose to shrink under the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon Subduing Formation, or would have temporary safety, but the castration was their courage to face difficulties and smile at life and death. Only such a sect would be in line with Puji's temperament.

After the cheers, there are still many things to do. Since we want to break through, nothing in the sect can afford the enemy. Magical tools, classics, spiritual medicines, and even a needle cannot be left to our opponents.

The most important classics are carried by the four gods, and they are the hope of the future of Pudu Zen Buddhism. Even though their ideas are different, the old monk Yicun will not be at all prejudiced against them.

More than a thousand monks were ready to go, and a high fighting spirit took shape among the monks. But they did not set off immediately, but were waiting, waiting for the signal from Tangcheng.

Originally, according to Xinyuan, everyone would go out and kill them immediately. However, Tang Cheng suggested that after the ordinary Shura arrive, they would go out and kill them again.

Because, including Shura Dharma Master, there are five masters, and even if there are Tangcheng, there are only three people in the Pudu Zen Party. What's more, Yicun and Yigen are seriously injured and can only be considered one person.

Therefore, once the attack is now, Tangcheng and the two monks can only entangle the two, and the remaining three Shura will be left. Facing the monks of the Zen Buddhism, a one-sided massacre situation will be formed.

If the Shuras arrive, Tang Cheng and Yigen will slaughter the ordinary Shuras separately to attract the five Shuras to siege, and also create conditions for the other monks to break through.

Although this choice is not very good, it is already the best choice now.

The twelve hours had arrived, but no information had been heard in Tangcheng. Monk Xinyuan was extremely anxious. There was also a slight commotion among the monks.

At this moment, a shining sword light penetrated the numerous magic circles and burst into the lake. Xinyuan suddenly looked back and shouted: "Monkeys, for the sake of preserving the glory of Zen Buddhism!"

Yicun and Yigen looked at each other and smiled. The relationship between the same clan for hundreds of years was about to come to an end today. Xinyuan bowed to the two monks and said, "I'm sorry, uncle!"

The past grudges were laughed out.

The rays of the Demon Subduing Formation of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths disappeared in an instant, and the monks divided into four directions and advanced rapidly towards the North. At this time, several people were fighting each other in the sky.

Tang Cheng was originally sneaking very well, but in order to send that signal, he cut out the blood-red Qiantian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword, which was immediately discovered by the Shura clan.

The Shura Master immediately discovered Tang Cheng, a fish that was missing. In the battle of the Netherworld, the Shura Master almost killed the old Taoist Wangyou, but was driven by Tang Cheng's wind and thunder wings and rescued the old Taoist.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are extremely jealous. The Shura Master immediately brought two Shura to siege. In the eyes of the Shura Master, using the power of three to deal with Tang Cheng alone would be a slaughter. If he hadn't hatred of Tang Cheng to the extreme, he would never have made such an outrageous decision. However, he never thought that after advancing to the Yuanshen, the wind and thunder wings were extremely sharp, and the three of them could not even capture Tang Cheng.

At this moment, more than a thousand monks flocked out from the lake island and fled like lightning. The Shura Master was furious and shouted: "Give up this bastard, kill the monks first!"

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to kill the ordinary monks. The Shura Dharma Lord is not a fickle person, he has his own purpose in doing this.

If the Shura Master can kill more than a thousand monks, then ordinary Shura people can have many advancements and their strength will increase sharply. As if they are snowballing, the Shura tribe's strength will become greater and greater until they can compete with the demon tribe.

However, the power contained by ordinary mortals is too meager, and only those monks are the most plump flesh and blood. At this point, there is no conflict between the demon clan and the Shura clan.

The corpses of monks on the ruins of Nalanda Temple were swallowed by those Shura who were obsessed with flesh and blood. If the Pudu Zen Buddhism could be eaten together this time, maybe one Shura could advance to the primordial spirit.

Such a great benefit is naturally comparable to hatred.

However, just as the Shura Dharma Lord was killing the monk, he suddenly saw that the Shura people on the ground were being killed in the same way. It was Yicun and Monk Yigen, and Tang Cheng were not willing to be outdone and were landing quickly. Seeing Tang Cheng's excited look, he was afraid that killing one or two thousand people would only be warming up.

"Bastard!" Shura Master almost spurted out blood. He shouted angrily: "Cai Luo continues to kill these monks, and the rest return to help!"
Chapter completed!