This strange scene was beyond everyone's expectations. Before they could react, Yu Yongan was already swallowed by the black vortex.
After devouring Yu Yongan, although the black vortex was rapidly becoming smaller, it had not disappeared yet. Everyone could feel the frightening aura from it. This was an ominous thing.
"…Where is Yong'an?"
The master of Penglai Pavilion seemed to be asking himself, and he seemed to be asking everyone present. But no one could answer this question. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all a little silent. Not only because of the devoured
Yu Yongan, even more because the black hole that still exudes an ominous aura still exists.
After the monks who noticed this ran away, everyone in Penglai Pavilion came to their senses. Instead of retreating, they approached the shrinking black vortex.
"Are you crazy? I know you feel sad losing Yu Yongan, but you can't compromise the safety of so many people. Get out of that vortex quickly! It's very dangerous!"
However, those in Penglai Pavilion did not listen to this suggestion at all. They even increased their speed. However, Ling Guang's eyes in the crowd flickered slightly, and with a move of his finger, the black vortex disappeared in an instant.
Zhuang Yuwei could hardly breathe. He just watched his disciple disappear into the black whirlpool, even trying to save himself. How terrible. She might not be able to bear such pain in her entire life...
At this time, a voice suddenly came from the Buddhist cultivators in the Western Buddhist countries. Just listening to the voice, one could feel that the light of the Buddha was shining all over them.
"Amitabha, sin, sin! This poor monk is so incompetent that he can only speak at this time."
Immediately afterwards, an image of a Buddhist cultivator appeared out of thin air. It was a Buddhist cultivator who looked solemn and had no beard. He was a bit chubby. His eyes were calm and steady, and he seemed to be tolerant of all things in the world.
Someone has already recognized that this person is the famous Baohua Buddhist cultivator from the Western Buddhist country. Buddhist cultivators in the Western Buddhist country pay attention to equality and mutual assistance, so no matter how big or small, there is an equal relationship between them. Even those who wanted to live forever before
If you go to a Western Buddhist country to become a disciple of the Buddha, then you are also a disciple of the Buddha in all their Western Buddhist countries.
This Baohua monk once made a great wish to save nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine evil people, and was stationed on the edge of the demon clan. Because of his presence, many demon cultivators did not dare to jump around.
They were afraid of being saved by this powerful Buddhist cultivator. But why would he appear here at this time? Many immortal monks who knew the temperament of this monk Baohua couldn't help but change their expressions.
Sure enough, the next moment the monk with the solemn statue spoke slowly.
"What I want to know is, how on earth did you become so stupid? Didn't you notice it the first time you entered the small world of Moshan? You fell into someone else's trap from the beginning. How stupid, you are really
stupid."
All the immortal monks who were still awake turned green. Although they had already heard about the temperament of this Baohua monk, this was the first time they faced such an indiscriminate attack, which was really unacceptable.
But this was not over yet. Monk Baohua then pointed directly at the leader of the Shanghuan Sect. The moment he was pointed at by that chubby finger, the leader of the Shanghuan Sect clearly felt that something was wrong, but he had not yet reacted.
, the other party spoke directly.
"I heard that you seem to be the sect leader of the largest sect in the Holy Yuan World. Why don't you look like you? Why do you look a little uncomfortable, ahem, but you are still quite dignified as a sect leader..."
At this point, Monk Baohua suddenly stopped talking, but the face of the Sect Leader Shanghuan Sect turned green. He might as well finish his words. He suddenly stopped mid-sentence and put on an embarrassed expression. No.
Telling everyone he's not a smart guy?
At this time, the Baohua monk looked down at his incompetent Buddhist disciples again. It was like a slap in the face. But everyone present always felt that these words were not just for those few Buddhist disciples.
Yes, I still said it to myself.
"Idiot, idiot! Haven't you noticed that you have inhaled the poisonous mist until now?"
No one else has the ability to refer to Sang and scold Huai.
"What? Poisonous fog?"
Some people were shocked, and it was at this time that they suddenly realized that their previous behavior seemed unusual. Even if the evidence was so conclusive, but they were facing those black monsters from the Divine Realm, they should not be so hasty in identifying Yu Yongan and the people of the Divine Realm.
Just collude.
At this time, some people have noticed the abnormality and their faces are ashen. Is all this really a conspiracy against Yong'an? Thinking deeper, it is more likely that this is a conspiracy to want their immortal monks to collapse from within?
At this time, Monk Baohua still did not stop talking.
"Originally, the spiritual thought that I entrusted to my disciples should not appear without permission. Who would have thought that my disciples are so stupid that I am embarrassed to admit that they are my disciples. But there is no way, no matter who they are
, mistakes must be corrected. As an elder, I can't just watch them continue to make mistakes, right? Hey, why do you think I have such a bad luck in accepting so many stupid disciples in my family?"
"How could they lick their faces and point at an innocent little girl when they couldn't even distinguish a trace of poisonous mist, saying that they had killed so many people? Didn't they think that the memories of those witnesses might have been tampered with?
Or maybe the person with the girlish face in their memory is someone else pretending to be someone else?! We are monks, as monks, how can we not even be able to tell this?"
"Amitabha……"
The few Buddhist cultivators from Western Buddhist countries who were gradually returning to normal couldn't help but clasp their hands and look ashamed. Although they did not join the ranks of blaming fellow Taoist Yong'an, they were fascinated by the poison from the very beginning and did not even react at all.
I couldn’t even do it, I’m really ashamed.
"..."
At this time, the faces of all the monks, including the master of Shanghuan Sect, could not be called faces. They almost wanted the monk Baohua to stop talking, but they did not have the courage, so they could only watch all this helplessly.
, the expression on his face was numb.
But the status of this Monk Baohua is too high. He is stationed on the border between the demons and the immortal monks, firmly blocking the footsteps of most of the demons. It can be said that there are thousands of immortal monks.
The peace that has prevailed over the past few years is partly due to the indelible contribution of this monk Baohua.
So they can't say anything against it.
It was useless to say anything now. Yu Yongan disappeared in front of them. Even before disappearing, he was seriously injured because he was forced to withdraw from the process of comprehending the great road and suffered backlash.