"When did the world of cultivation have so many metamorphic infants?!"
"What kind of opportunity did these people encounter?! They are obviously so young, and they are already Nascent Soul!!"
The three people were speechless, with blood and tears in their eyes, and they were amazed.
The next moment, four people slowly walked out from among the monks. These four people were the monks who were discussing Taoism in the Maitreya Hall.
They all looked old, but their steps were brisk and energetic. They stood beside Yu Dongming angrily, releasing their pressure without saying a word!
Jiang Su finally realized the heaviness that pressure can bring to people, but the thing that made her feel confused and explosive was...
"Now is the most tense plot in the original work..."
"Why are we competing to see who can judge people better? Aren't they the protagonist group? Why are they fighting like street gangsters???"
As the number of people on both sides changed, there were already five Nascent Soul monks and two Golden Core monks on the opposite side.
Zhang Yunsheng, Wang Jia and others all frowned with serious expressions. They knew that they were already at a disadvantage in terms of momentum.
Several people turned their heads and looked at the Gonghuo trio.
Qi Wu met Wang Jia's eyes and nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.
Then he stretched his hand to the back of his neck and shoulder, grasped the handle of the heavy ruler tightly, and veins burst out on the slender and white arm of his right hand. He swung the heavy ruler in a circle from behind and landed heavily on the ground.
His pressure is released at this moment! Nascent Soul!
Or the Nascent Soul who was promoted from Jindan right under the eyes of all the monks!
Zhang Yunsheng is adding another person here!
Qi Wu then looked at Confucianism cultivator Xia Qingming, his eyes already filled with passion.
This is the fierceness and perseverance that a swordsman should have. After many years, he finally grew up from a sickly boy into a thin but not weak swordsman!
Xia Qingming's expression was originally relaxed and soothing, with a smile in the corner of his eyes. He was watching everyone playing like a child, always outside, but at this time, Qi Wu's burning eyes made him feel hairy on his back.
"Well...I am a Confucian cultivator."
"The way of a gentleman! Brother Xia must have a way to reach heaven and be able to overcome the difficulties with us!"
Xia Qingming could only look at the young man in a thin shirt helplessly, nodded, and then slapped the side of the bookcase behind him with his palm.
"Snapped--"
A bamboo slip jumped out of the book box and jumped into his hand.
Xia Qingming slowly unfolded the bamboo slips and held them in both hands. Suddenly, huge pressure was released from around him.
"Nascent Soul... later stage?"
Qi Wu was stunned.
Several old monks opposite also stared blankly.
"When did...our world of cultivation have so many...Nascent Souls????"
"No way... Is he a reclusive person somewhere... He doesn't have to manage the complex affairs of the sect, so he takes better care of himself than us?"
The Yuanying old man looked at Xia Qingming's wrinkle-free face with envy.
"But... he looks young, which only means that he is indeed not very old. After all, he still has a long life, longer than the rest of us who are half buried..."
"Who is this person..."
The appearance of monks does not change easily. Aging only means that the person's lifespan is nearing the end. When gods and humans decline and their spiritual power is exhausted, they are also old people.
The four old monks communicated with each other and couldn't help but raise their hands to touch their wrinkled faces.
Jiang Su noticed the pressure released by this man and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hey, it's so hidden."
Xia Qingming turned around and nodded slowly at the "young men" on his side with a warm and gentle smile.
Wang Jia looked away from this man and lowered his eyes.
"Now we have one, two,...six Nascent Souls here!! They are indeed relatives and friends of the protagonist group!!!" Knowing that he was playing a smooth game, Jiang Su was also elated and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
There are seven people on the opposite side, five Nascent Souls and two Golden Pills. How can they be compared with the Six Nascent Souls who have transformed into gods?!!
Yu Dongming, who was taking the lead, gradually turned ugly as the pressure from the person opposite him released.
One of the four elders in Maitreya Hall is his master, the elder of Hunyuan Sect Fu Dao.
He also listened to his master's message and became the person to spread the news in public. Now thousands of monks are standing in the sky, looking at the situation below.
Yu Dongming tugged on his cassock, feeling that a large area of his body was soaked with sweat, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
"What to do... Liu Yunqing must be possessed by a demon. Master said that, that's it. Master and the others will not make up such meaningless lies..."
He was also frightened in his heart, half-truth, half-lie, half-belief, half-disbelief. He kept staring at the Shifang Gate. He knew exactly who Zhang Yunsheng was friends with, what kind of opportunities he had, and what talismans he had made.
He has naturally heard of Liu Yunqing, Zhang Yunsheng's opponent, and Yu Dongming often takes on the role himself. If he meets this senior brother of Shifang Sect Jianfeng, how should he act?
This is a man of astonishing talent, and even the name of his sword is called Wanfeng.
Pull back the wind and ride the sword to the sky.
Are such people really demon cultivators?
Yu Dongming slowly turned around and looked at his master with a complicated expression.
His master also met his eyes with a firm expression and nodded.
"..."
But how to capture this?! There are six Nascent Souls on the opposite side!!! Nascent Souls! They are not cabbage! All the elders of our sect can only capture six!!!
When he was entangled, depressed, hesitant and unable to make a decision, suddenly a gust of wind blew.
Everyone raised their sleeves to cover their faces, and a ray of light came from a short distance and hit everyone through their fingers and skirts.
This time the light was far less dazzling than the glazed colored clothes.
But its color can be called bright and holy. It is clearly the dark time of sunset, but the sky and the earth are brighter than at noon.
Jiang Su closed her eyes, unable to share this scene with others. She could only hear the rustling sounds of sleeves flying around her and slapping each other.
The next moment, a feeling of respect emerged from the bottom of my heart out of nowhere.
This is?
Everyone put down their sleeves one after another, and what they saw in their eyes was...
Twenty heavens, eighteen garlands, eighteen arhats, ten great disciples, eight great Bodhisattvas, ten great disciples, eight great Bodhisattvas, five Buddhas of the five directions, four great Vajra, horizontal Buddha of the third generation, vertical Buddha of the third generation, and Buddha of the third generation...
Gods and Buddhas are not in this world. This golden Buddha shadow that fills the sky is the magic of the Demon-Suppressing Temple - the Buddha's shadow!
Buddhist cultivators who practice these Buddhist ways slowly walk out from the twenty-two halls. They are wearing cassocks, holding long bead bracelets, their eyes are slightly closed, and they are full of compassion.
On both sides, there are young novices playing music and following, followed by believers holding wooden fish in their hands, following suit.
They surrounded the crowd among the monks, and it was Zhang Yunsheng and others.
At this moment, the leading monk is none other than the old monk Shanyu, the manager of Luohan Hall who is most familiar with Jiang Su in Zhenmo Temple.
His eyes were wide open and round, really like copper bells.
Good words should not be spoken lightly, but when you open your mouth, you will reveal the spirit of the world.
"The devil is here to stay. You can't leave, you can't escape."
