With the high-level masters of Shangdao Sect taking the lead, the other disciples also plucked up the courage to ask the holy monk for advice.

Although I don’t know why the masters never mentioned this holy monk with great magical powers.

But in just two days, most of them had witnessed the incredible means of this holy monk who played the world more than once.

Whether it was repelling the Dragon Lord of Jinghe, forcibly conquering the little dragon of Jinghe as a mount, or killing a big monster comparable to the real person realm, they were all eye-opening, and even secretly compared it with the elders of the master.

The conclusion is... Is this not comparable at all!

They were trapped in the murderous situation of the great demon. The master's sect had clearly received a message from the police talisman, but it had not arrived for a long time.

Perhaps it was delayed for some reason, or perhaps it was for other reasons that they could "understand" and "accept".

After all, deep in their hearts, they have already realized that this is the disaster of cultivation. Even if they cannot overcome it, it is a fate.

But when the monk stepped on the black dragon and fell from the sky, a Buddhist chant sounded, and he slapped the deep-hidden realm bamboo demon to death with one hand. Hundreds of disciples of the art sects on the field were instantly conquered.

This is the way they really yearn for to kill demons deep in their hearts!

Simple and crude, refreshing.

Totally ignore all conspiracies.

Extremely happy!

Even if they are all skilled people, they may meet this holy monk, and for them, it can also be called an immortal fate to see the mind and see the nature.

If they can receive the teachings of the holy monks again, even just a few words will be enough to make their trip worthwhile.

"Amitabha."

Under the night wind, Zhou Yi touched his bald head.

I didn't expect that a monk would encounter such treatment.

The little eyes of hundreds of disciples of the Taoist sects were full of expectations, which really made the monk unable to bear to refuse.

He did not have much prejudice to these fledgling disciples of the Tao. Even if he had any objections to the Taoist sect, he was targeting those who had received favors from Buddhism in the past but had never helped him when the Buddhists suffered.

For example, the real person of Changsheng who has been saved by himself in Chiyang Mansion.

Wait... are they waiting for the little monk to poach?

Zhou Yi was ready to move.

Those who can enter the eyes of the Taoist sect and send them to compete for the immortal relationship of Jiangzuo are all good seedlings with excellent talents. Even if they are not among the best, they are not far apart.

Unfortunately, my first Buddhist temple was planned to be built after the Dragon Ape Battle.

You all came early...

Suddenly, Zhou Yi felt a thrill in his heart and turned his head to look towards Tai'an County.

In the depths of the night covered by the moon, a sensational golden light flashed.

All the elm seed leaves left in the county government trembled violently.

In an instant, the demonic energy in Tai'an County soared exponentially.

After a while, Zhulong's whole body was tense, a solemn look rose in his eyes, and he said, "Bodhisattva, have you sensed it?"

Zhou Yi said: "It's coming."

"It?" Zhulong wrinkled the dragon's beard.

"Yes, that person who used Fang Ziqi to attract the Taoist sect and set up a killing game."

Zhou Yi said, laughing: "Maybe it was finally unable to sit still because of the unexpected defeat by Xiao Monk, the little monk."

He looked at the young craftsmen with anticipation on the valley below, and kept their Buddha's name silently.

"You will be the mainstay of various art sects in the future. The young monk has no choice but to teach him, but he just said that he always agrees with him.

I have already realized that the world is great, and I feel sorry for the green grass and trees... A few years later, if you still remember the little monk, you can come to Xiaojing River to kill Bidao for a while."

Zhou Yi picked up the candle dragon and flew towards Tai'an County.

The boss of the Chaos Alliance behind the Bamboo Demon, the Golden Peng Demon King, has arrived in Tai'an County.

And I should also get back the human arbitration, Fang Ziqi's body.

Until Zhou Yi left with the dragon, the disciples of the Tao still did not retract their gaze.

He Haiqing's eyes were as deep as a fool, and he murmured in a low voice: "Except for the three snows of your body, who is in the world with white clothes... There are such people in the world."

As for Pang Jing, he silently savored the sentence "I have already realized the world and the world is so great that I am sorry for the green grass and trees."

"Are the holy monks telling us to be merciful to all living beings even if we have achieved success in our practice in the future? But..."

He Haiqing turned around and asked, "But what?"

Pang Jing was stunned for a while, then laughed at himself: "I am stupid. The holy monk killed the demons without mercy, but in fact he was merciful to me. But these words have never been said in the master's sect."

He Hai said quietly: "What's the difference between having never spoken? Xiaojing River and Zhubidao, I don't seem to have heard of it."

The two were about to say something.

The sound of breaking wind came from afar.

More than a dozen scholars with profound auras fell from the sky and fell into the valley.

"Master is here!"

"It's Uncle Wang!"

"See Master!"

All the disciples came forward to worship.

Those who came were elders or guardians of various art sects. Seeing that the disciples were safe and sound, they all breathed a lot, but were a little surprised and asked about what happened.

"The Magic Slayer? I have only heard of the Magic Slayer. This year, the rising star on the list of the trends."

The woman in the plain skirt with a fairy look solemn: "Haiqing, are you sure this person is a righteous person? Not a demon? "

A hint of awkwardness arose in He Haiqing's heart, but he did not dare to show it to the surface: "Reporting to Elder Lixing, all of us are witnesses. The magician who stormed directly broke into the canyon and killed the bamboo demon without saying a word."

The elder of Yuntian Palace, Li Xing, looked at He Haiqing deeply, frowned her Emei, and said nothing more.

On the other side, a man carrying a twig of ancient swords was questioning Pang Jing and other disciples of Yijianmen.

"Is the Demon Dangmo Zhenren a monk? He killed the Bamboo Demon with just one palm? Do you know what you are talking about? The Red Zhu Junzi is a famous monster with a surname in the Chaodao Alliance, comparable to the Real Person Realm. Even if I take action... it will take some effort."

In the face of the questioning of his guardian elder, Pang Jian felt a little disappointed in his heart. He took a deep breath and bowed again: "Report to Elder Lu, the magician who once defeated the Dragon Lord of Jinghe in the Qixian Gorge and took the little dragon of Jinghe as a mount."

The implication is that even the Dragon Clan of Jinghe cannot do anything to the magician, let alone the mere Red Zhu gentleman.

Elder Lu glanced at Pang Jing. Although he felt that the top five disciples in the sect seemed to be in a bit emotional, he had no time to take care of them.

Not only him, but also Elder Li Xing of Yuntian Palace, and the other elders and guardians of the Middle Taoist Sect were also shocked by Pang Jian's words.

"The Jinghe Dragon Clan is the right-hand man of Nantingjiang Mansion and is also hostile to the Lu Dao Alliance. Wouldn't this demon offend both sides?"

"What is the origin of this demon? What does he want to do?"

"What role does he play in this killing game of the Chaodao Alliance?"

"This person has only appeared recently. I didn't expect that he was a monk! It's strange!"

Strange figure!

He Haiqing, Pang Jing and other disciples were silent. They were respectful on the surface, but they had already started to complain in their hearts.

The magician who swept the demon was simply to see injustice and kill demons to save people.

I have already realized that the world is great, and I feel sorry for the green grass and trees... This holy monk who plays in the world is just pitying our lives.

But in the mouths of their elders, they became a person with some intentions, which really made them unacceptable.

The resentment in their hearts was also quietly increasing.

Until then, a burst of laughter rang out.

"You all think too much. This magician is just here to retrieve his own 'thing'."

An old man with a white beard in a green robe, holding a whisk in his hand and fell from the sky.

Everyone came forward to salute.

"See He Zhenren."

"He Zhenren, why are you here?"

He Zhenren, one of the five sons of the Heavenly Master, returned the gift to the elders and guardians, and then looked around the messy valley with subtle eyes, but he remembered the Zhenren Changsheng who was killed by a sword in the air.

"What a powerful method, it's still as domineering and ruthless as ever."

He Zhenren sighed lightly, then swung the whisk to the hundreds of young disciples who bowed and bowed.

A magnificent and gentle aura surrounded the young disciples. While helping them up, it also released a quiet Taoist rhyme, slowly conditioning their messy true energy after the battle.

The disciples showed gratitude and worshiped Xiang Zhenren again.

Elder Li Xing and Elder Lu looked at each other and could see the dissatisfaction in each other's eyes.
To be continued...