Are you crazy?Madame, you are actually the leader of the Demon Cult

Chapter 177
How can one underestimate the cultivation of a disciple who can be stationed at the main helm of the Demon Sect?

Their cultivation has already reached the peak of the Infinite Realm, and some of them have even stepped into the Calamity Realm.

With this group of masters united together, the damage that can be caused is no less than that of a strong man in the vast realm.

but……

The person who came today is not an ordinary monk.

Master Qinglian's name has been spread for thousands of miles, all due to his top strength.

"Amitabha."

The monk didn't change his expression, he just uttered a Buddha's name from his mouth.

Just at this moment, a powerful aura spread out from the young master's body, behind which there was a golden light phantom, slowly looming.

The dazzling golden light illuminated the whole world, and the dark Buddhist rudder became brighter.

Behind Master Qinglian, a golden Buddha appeared, and the Buddha held a small golden dagger in his hand.

He was surrounded by clouds and mist, and a strong sense of oppression spread rapidly.

"My Buddha is merciful..."

I saw Master Qinglian clasping his hands together and closing his eyes tightly, muttering some mantras in his mouth, his face was respectful, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

I saw a huge golden hand with a size of one million feet unexpectedly appearing in the void, sweeping away in the direction of the group of demon disciples in front of me.

The huge golden hand pierced through the void, and in the crack created by the piercing of the void, several blue lotus flowers suddenly bloomed.

And the cyan lotus that was produced actually started to rain blood.

Once the blood rain touched those Demon Cult disciples, their bodies seemed to be unable to move suddenly, and a layer of golden light began to wrap around them.

It soon turned into a statue of a golden statue, but I don't know if the disciple inside is dead or alive.

Seeing this, the people who were eating melons couldn't help but feel emotional.

Those who have the courage to go to the main helm of the Devil's Cult to watch a play, their cultivation has long been comparable to the realm of the Heavenly Abyss Realm.

But when they saw this strange vision, they were shocked.

"Qinglian produces rain?"

"My God, hasn't this secret technique been lost hundreds of years ago? Could it be that Master Qinglian can still master it?"

"Having such secret skills, I see that the Devil's Cult cannot protect itself."

"The master of this comer, even if a few elders from the Devil's Cult come forward, they may not be able to stop him."

"Even if the Emperor Longquan goes out, it may fall into his hands."

"If the female devil doesn't show up in the Devil's Sect this time, then these Devil's Sect's disciples will definitely die today."

"It's such a pity, Demon Cult, that you provoked such a strong Master Qinglian to come here."

Those statues that were eroded by the blood rain and shrouded in golden light just stood in place, unable to move.

Seeing this, Master Qinglian drew a playful arc, and said with a smile, "A bunch of mere ants dare to speak up here and want to destroy my Buddhist holy place."

"My Buddha is merciful and merciful, and I don't care about the devil's sect, but you are pushing an inch..."

"How dare you openly insult the Buddha and offend the dignity of my Buddhism. I will pray that you will go to hell forever and not be reincarnated."

"Amitabha."

Master Qinglian was muttering something, and suddenly, blue lotus flowers bloomed in his feet.

The cyan lotus slowly drifted towards the void.

And standing among the blue lotus, Master Qinglian also gradually floated up, heading towards the center of the main rudder of the Demon Cult.

Originally, there were still many Qimen Dunjia in this Buddhism, but when they encountered flying skills, all of them were ineffective.

After all, these Qimen Dunjia are only useful on land, but they have no ability to use in the air.

The young master began to recite the mantra, and there was a sound of the Buddha's name from the sky and the earth, and the mysterious sound of the Buddha Dharma wafted in the sound.

Behind Master Qinglian, there is a phantom of the Golden Light Buddha, looming.

His face was very solemn, and a strong killing intent flashed across his expression.

When he thought of the destruction of the Buddhist holy place, he began to lose his temper and his emotions soared.

The cyan lotus that he stepped on, would spread a fierce aura wherever he went.

With this group of domain skills, all the disciples of the Devil's Cult who come into contact with them will bleed to death as soon as they touch them.

Soon, Master Qinglian, who was stepping on the green lotus, came to the center of the main rudder of the Demon Cult.

He slowly descended from the sky, and what caught his eyes was the statues of the Demon Cult leader generation after generation.

A murderous intent flashed across his pupils, and even the corners of his mouth began to vibrate with anger.

"Generation after generation of devils and thieves led a bunch of mobs to oppose my Buddhism all day long and offend my Buddhist Buddha. It is really not a pity to die. It is really wrong to set up statues here and pay homage to them."

As soon as the words fell, he clasped his hands together and spoke some mantras.

In the void, there was a huge golden hand floating, planning to smash towards ten statues.

"Hold on."

"How can you, a bald donkey, be able to humiliate the statues of my demon cult leaders for generations?"

"You stinky donkey, how dare you break into my Demon Cult's resort and bully me. Now that the Demon Cult has no one, you are despicable and shameless. If the leader comes forward, you will be beaten to death."

Seeing this, those Demon Cult disciples who were curled up on the ground also staggered to their feet.

Even though they lost to Master Qinglian in front of them, there was no trace of fear in their eyes, wanting to stop the heinous crime that Qinglian was about to commit.

And Master Qinglian dared to come to the Holy Land of the Demon Sect by herself, so she naturally learned that the female devil head is currently in retreat.

He has some confidence.

The corner of his mouth drew a playful arc, and he snorted coldly, "What about the female devil?"

"If it's what you said, then call him out, and I will meet him face to face."

"Even if he is well-known in Daxia and Jiuzhou, how can he still be as small as an ant in front of the Buddha Lord of my Western Buddhist country? How can a monster blow up a big wind?"

"It's a joke, aren't you really afraid?"

But at this moment, a sound like a silver bell and moon floated quietly from a distance.

After hearing this voice, the Demon Cult disciple curled up on the ground suddenly cheered, "Master."

Suddenly the crowd began to shout the word leader.

But Master Qinglian's complexion became ugly.

He froze.

Before I came here, I had calculated with the sage. At this moment, the female devil should be in seclusion. How could she easily leave the seclusion in less than a few months?

If the female devil forcibly leaves the level, it will definitely cause a backlash against her own cultivation.

At least one or two years of cultivation will be lowered, and at worst, they will die suddenly.

(End of this chapter)