Tian Yuan

The word "scatter" is like the decree of heaven, which cannot be disobeyed.

Everything is scattered and it is completely unsustainable.

Although he used the imperial method, he was not good at learning and was only scratching the surface. How could he compete with the true words of the Buddha's teachings?

Seeing this, Wan Changhai of the Langyue Ancient Clan was horrified. His unprecedented despair instantly eroded every inch of flesh and blood in his body, and even the deepest part of his soul.

The moment the Buddha's palm was about to fall, Wan Changhai finally gave up the resistance, knowing that he could not resist. He lowered his arrogant head, lost the dignity of the ancestor of the ancient clan, and shouted in horror: "Fellow Taoist, show mercy, I surrender! "

His voice was broken and his lips were trembling.

His face was pale and bloodless.

The old body was also shaking, and the fear that penetrated into his bones forced him to recognize the reality and bow his head to admit defeat. If you don't surrender, your Taoist heart will be damaged and your realm will fall. The worst case is losing one's original intention and taking refuge in Buddhism.

Xu Shi didn't want to become a mortal enemy of the Langyue Ancient Clan, and Xu Shi didn't want to make the situation too chaotic and waste the precious time to relieve Liu Nansheng.

Therefore, the huge Buddha's palm stopped on the Tianling Cap of Wan Changhai, only a thousand feet apart.

If Wan Changhai speaks a little late, he will be slapped by the Buddha's palm. What the outcome will be remains to be seen.

"Amitabha."

The old monk confirmed that Wan Changhai no longer had the will to fight, and released the power of the supreme Dharma. With a whisper, the starry sky returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The vision of the Buddha was gradually swallowed up by darkness.

The blossoming golden lotus shrank into a small point, hidden under the soles of the feet, making it difficult for others to notice.

"Tao...the ability of fellow Taoist is far superior to that of the old, I admire you."

Wan Changhai wiped his hands with cold sweat and quickly complimented him in fear.

"I hope the donor will not make a mistake."

The old monk looked deeply at Wan Changhai, his eyes so penetrating that he couldn't help but tremble, and his fear became even stronger.

"The old man understands."

The sparring match has been defeated, and it would be even more embarrassing if Wan Changhai didn't understand the rules. Moreover, Wan Changhai deeply understood the fear of the old monk and really did not want to be his enemy.

It would be difficult to fight without sacrificing the Zhen clan's imperial soldiers.

Furthermore, the old monk controls the ultimate Buddha Dharma, and no one knows if he has other terrifying methods. Not to mention anything else, the Buddha's Hand Emperor Soldier located on the Buddha Pattern Emperor Star is a huge unknown.

Once the old monk can control the Buddha's Hand Imperial Soldier, the scene... I can't imagine it.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

It's better not to gamble on this thing. If you lose the bet, it's easy to get yourself involved.

"retreat."

Wan Changhai turned around and looked at his fellow clan members and said only one word.

The strong men of the same race looked at each other. Although they were reluctant to part with the opportunity of the Emperor Star that Liu Nansheng carried, they had to believe in Wan Changhai's judgment.

As a result, the Langyue Ancient Clan retreated to a far away position and would never take action against Liu Nansheng.

"Fellow Taoist Wan, how strong is this old monk?"

If you hadn't been there, you wouldn't have been able to understand Wan Changhai's despair. The ancestors of ancient tribes from all over came here, hoping to get some useful information.

From the perspective of watching the battle, the old monk's strength is far superior to Wan Changhai, otherwise he would not be able to crush him. However, only Wan Changhai has the right to say where he is strong and what means he has, and the others are not very clear.

"I would like to advise you all to give this monk some face, otherwise..."

Wan Changhai's face was still a bit frightened, and he answered in a deep voice until he clicked.

After saying that, he turned around and left. He didn't want to stay here, it would be too embarrassing.

Everyone was surprised at the result of Wan Changhai's defeat, and their expressions were solemn and even more fearful.

A Buddhist holy monk whose name is well-deserved.

The monument keeper, who had always been in a transparent state, naturally witnessed this battle, and his eyes changed slightly.

Judging from the strength of the monument keeper, it is natural to see the depth of the old monk. The battle just now did not use all his strength. Although his cultivation level is seven steps of Shenqiao, his combat power is infinitely close to eight steps, and can even compete with eight steps. Bu Zunzhe competed.

The trapped Liu Nansheng had the old monk's imprint on his heart, his eyes were filled with waves, his lips opened and closed, and his heart was not at peace.

"What should we do? Do you want to take action together?"

The elders of the ancient clan had the idea of ​​joining forces and secretly discussed it.

After the battle, the old monk walked to where the heroes were.

He is alone, but he has the power of thousands of troops.

The world looks at his figure with awe.

Buddhist monks lined up aside, clasping their hands and lowering their eyebrows, chanting sutras.

"Is there any other benefactor who wants to discuss with me?" The old monk glanced at these old men and said indifferently: "Or do you all the benefactors want to come together?"

"The eminent monk has great supernatural powers, and I admire him." The ancestor of the Shangqi Emperor clan raised his hands in salute and said, "We have no ill intentions, we just want to exchange opportunities with Daoist Liu, and we are sincere."

"If she doesn't want to, no one can force her."

The old monk didn't say those polite words, he got straight to the point and said what was in his heart.

The heroes were silent, not only fearful of the old monk's fighting power, but also worried that making things worse would cause many unexpected troubles.

When Liu Nansheng heard this, the clear spring in his heart seemed to be dropped by a stone into the water, making circles and ripples, making it difficult to calm down. Inexplicably, I remembered the scene when I first met the old monk many years ago.

Both of them shoulder huge responsibilities and cannot abandon everything to be together. After all, they are destined to be together.

The old monk needs to inherit Buddhist beliefs, suppress a troll, and stabilize the power of the Eastern Land.

Liu Nansheng wants to rule the Lihua Palace and wipe out all the evil spirits, so that the Southern Territory will be in order and no longer chaotic.

There was no choice before, and there will be no choice in the future.

After being distracted for a moment, Liu Nansheng regained his composure, his eyes were as dull as an iceberg, and he could resist people thousands of miles away.

"The three of us are willing to learn from the eminent monk about his skills."

The elders of the ancient clan discussed it and made a decision.

Send three people to compete with the old monk. If they win, they will be able to control the situation and force Liu Nansheng to hand over the opportunity of the Emperor Star. If he fails, it means that the old monk is superior in strength, and the ancient clan should give in to this face.

As for why it wasn't besieged by dozens of people, that would be too cheap. If word spread, it would really damage the reputation of the ancient clan.

Although the three people working together is not glorious, it is still reasonable and not too ugly.

In fact, the most important thing is not his own face, but Liu Nansheng's relationship with Qingzong, which makes him somewhat worried. In addition, the ancient tribes are not just one group. They work independently and are wary of each other. It is difficult to truly unite.

On the other hand, the Guiyan Emperor Clan, the Huoling Ancient Clan, and the True Dragon Clan maintained their opposing opinions and had great intentions of helping Liu Nansheng.

You know, these three ancient tribes are all related to Qingzong.

Since Liu Nansheng is friends with Qingzong, he is one of his own, how can he ignore it.

Due to various factors, the ancient tribes from all sides put forward this suggestion.

"Fellow Taoist, do you dare to spar with us?"

Three old men with strong aura stepped out together.