Chapter 907: If you don’t eat the toast, you will be fined!
The infinite Buddha light covers the earth.
Not many sea beasts can survive. The thick blood mist floats in the air, illuminating the entire sky red.
"Defeated!"
"Escape, we can't beat it!"
An immortal sea beast turned into a human form and roared in grief.
The remaining sea beasts were all scared and roaring in fear, rushed to the edge of the sea, and fled in all directions.
"No sea beast can leave!" The Lord of Qianxiang Temple whispered.
His voice was not loud, but he had a terrible majesty, as if an ancient Buddha had issued an order.
Other cultivators understood the gods and chased the sea beasts.
They chased to the edge of the boundary sea until hundreds of sea beasts that barely survived entered the endless boundary sea, and they stopped.
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Duhai City, the center area.
One eminent monk after another fell on the edge of the ancient maple.
"Are you not very arrogant in the East? Are you still arrogant now?"
"If you don't want toast, you have to think clearly and take out the opportunity you have, and maybe you can still end up with a better way of dying."
Zen Master Hongwu was arrogant and looked proud and satisfied.
At the same time, his eyes appeared crazy murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear Gu Feng apart immediately.
Even though it has been so long.
Zen Master Hongwu's body and soul, which suffered severe damage, were unable to fully recover. He stared at Gu Feng's figure gloomyly, with a hint of resentment and hatred in his eyes.
"What are you?"
Gu Feng sneered.
"Ant, you are asking for trouble!"
Zen Master Hongwu stared at Gu Feng's face fiercely. He took out a golden Buddha stick and acted forward to destroy Gu Feng!
Gu Feng's expression remained unchanged and he didn't want to pay attention to Zen Master Hongwu's behavior.
"alright!"
At this moment, the Lord of Qianxiang Temple and other monks of the Immortal Level rushed over.
The Lord of Qianxiang Temple prevented Zen Master Hongwu from further actions.
After all, Gu Feng only has one person and only one golden skeleton.
The monks from major ancient temples only wanted to save the Buddha bones left by the first city lord of the sea city, and never thought of slaughtering Gu Feng. They believed that the Buddha sea was infinite and could give Gu Feng a decent way to die.
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"My nameless friend, I think you already know."
"You have merged the Buddha bones of the first city lord. Now we all want to get this Buddha bone, so you will definitely die."
"Now you can choose to slap yourself so you don't have to go through the pain."
The Lord of Qianxiang Temple is solemn and said with a seemingly kind heart.
The Saint of Fighting Buddha and the Little Noodles stood in front of Gu Feng at the same time.
The two tried to let the monks from major ancient temples spare Gu Feng's life with their highest status and status.
In the ancient city, there was a silence.
Many cultivators remained silent. They looked at the monks and wanted to know the attitudes of the monks.
"Saint of Fighting Buddha, you two are tired, let's take a rest."
In an instant, a Buddha light flashed by, rolled up the saint of fighting Buddha and the little novice monk, and took them outside the city!
It's obvious.
This is the attitude of the great monks. Even the saint fighting Buddha and the little novice monk are useless.
"My nameless friend, nothing in this world is absolute. We don't want to kill, and we don't want to peel off the skin and bones a little bit, making your life worse than death."
"If you cooperate, you can die more happily."
The Lord of Qianxiang Temple advised him.
The monks around them all looked cold-looking.
They stood here like huge mountains, which made people want to suffocate.
Every monk was shrouded in the misty Buddha's light, and his eyes revealed an extreme coldness.
"Don't you just want golden skeletons?"
Gu Feng sneered: "Even if I forcefully separate the golden skeletons, will you let me survive?"
What's the use of talking about it? In the end, I don't want his life.
"He saved our lives after all, destroyed the human-shaped whale-shaped sea beasts and hundreds of sea beasts above the Xuan, so that we can survive this crisis."
Someone whispered in the secret.
"Maybe he can survive, just take away the opportunities and treasures from him."
Someone said again.
Not all the cultivators present were cold-hearted people.
Some people recognize Gu Feng's contribution, believing that Gu Feng takes the risk to the city, get the golden skeletons left by the first city lord, and even kills the most powerful existence in the sea beast army.
Even if Gu Feng hadn't destroyed hundreds of sea beasts in the Xuan Realm at the last moment when his power retreated.
In this battle of siege and defense, more cultivators will definitely die.
The faces of the Master Qianxiang Temple and others were plain and natural, and they did not feel any embarrassment or embarrassment at all.
Instead, they looked at Gu Feng's figure with a peaceful smile, as if they were looking at a weak little bug.
Outside the ancient city.
The Saint of Fighting Buddha wanted to look back, but was stopped by a monk and said, "There is no need to get into evil with the monks from major ancient temples for a Eastern cultivator."
"Don't say more. Even without the Buddha's bones of the first city lord, he wouldn't be able to survive."
The Saint of Fighting Buddha and the Little Noodles were both silent.
The Saint of Fighting Buddha is the Saint of Xiao Leiyin Temple. As for the identity of the little novice monk, it is naturally not simpler than the Saint of Fighting Buddha.
But they are ultimately juniors from an ancient temple, not real people in power.
In the Western continent, they can guarantee that nothing will happen to them, but they cannot protect an Eastern cultivator who is coveted by countless powerful people.
The little novice monk and the saint of fighting Buddha have never looked down on the East.
However, in the eyes of most cultivators in the Western continent, the word "poverty of spiritual energy" and "weakness", which is a deeply rooted idea that is difficult to change.
Therefore, no one is willing to stand up for an Eastern cultivator, nor is there anyone concerned about how much impact an Eastern cultivator will have after his death.
What's more, Gu Feng killed the peak cultivator of the Hedao Realm at the early stage of the Hedao Realm. This display of strength is enough to make people moved by the luck and opportunities he has!
Gu Feng will definitely die.
Even the Saint of Fighting Buddha and the Little Noodles didn't think Gu Feng had the chance to survive.
"My friend Wuming, you are a smart person. Do you really want to choose to die rather than life? Why should you make things difficult for yourself?"
The Lord of Qianxiang Temple sighed hypocritically.
He communicated secretly with other monks.
In fact, the Master of Qianxiang Temple and others were just worried that Gu Feng had some special means to destroy the golden skeletons before he died.
"It sounds so nice. You are all hypocritical and some eminent monks. I think they are just a bunch of bald donkeys."
Gu Feng couldn't help but swear and said coldly: "If you want to take away the treasure from me, you might as well do it directly!"
"Are you provoking my majesty?"
finally.
The owner of Qianxiang Temple had a cold look. As a monk at the level of the Immortal Lord, he rarely had emotional fluctuations, but he finally couldn't hold back his anger. Strands of Buddha light wrapped in murderous intent burst out, as if he was about to take action.