This NPC is Too Strong

The black old man and some other casual cultivators, as well as the cultivators from small sects, hurriedly retreated to avoid being hit and killed for no reason.

Being hit and killed is not tragic, but the tragedy is that the murderer is too powerful, and it is in vain to die, which is hard to accept.

"Amitabha."

Just when everyone was in shock, a Buddhist chant came from a distance, the sound was like a bronze bell, the sound went straight to the depths of the soul, majestic and sacred, and deafening.

A figure flew from a distance at a very fast speed, and flew to Huanyue Island in a blink of an eye.

It was a middle-aged monk, tall, with a strange face, dry skin, bronze, faintly with a trace of golden light, and a kind of indestructible and indestructible aura.

Especially a pair of eyes, which looked wooden, dull and turbid, but had a terrible power to penetrate people's hearts.

Anyone who looked into these eyes would feel a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts, and would want to bow down and worship.

"What are these little friends guilty of? Why did Daoist Qianji hurt them?"

While saying this, the middle-aged monk caught up with the bronze carriage in an instant.

"Hey, Longxiang, why do you have to pretend? Your "Dragon Elephant Destroying Disaster Sutra" uses disaster energy as nourishment. Don't you have to deliberately plan and induce disasters every time you increase your cultivation?"

A voice with a bit of disdain came from the bronze carriage.

"Fellow Daoist Qianji, you are wrong." Master Longxiang said righteously: "My Dragon Elephant Destroying Tribulation Sutra is a way to prove the truth through tribulation. It is a way to eliminate disasters and calamities and gain merits from heaven and earth. It is the supreme magical power of my Buddhist sect, not the killing of demons as Daoist fellow Daoist said."

Master Qianji snorted coldly: "Hmph, you Buddhists are the most powerful when you open your mouth. You can speak eloquently and say a lot. I won't say much to you. I will deal with it later."

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After the several powerful Yin gods walked away, everyone looked at the pools of blood on the ground, wanting to cry but not tears. They were shocked and angry, but also felt a sense of grief for the death of the rabbit.

This is the sadness of the little people.

No one will take care of them even if they die.

In other words, it is just one sentence: What does it have to do with me to destroy you?

Although most of the cultivators present were not very advanced, they were at least familiar with the style and names of the several powerful Yin gods who had just passed by.

The first person to go there was Bai Lu San Ren from Bai Lu Island. It is said that this great man was originally a cowherd boy in the mountains. Later, he accidentally encountered a white deer and chased it. As a result, he encountered the immortal fate by chance and became a Yin God step by step.

Another Qian Ji Shang Ren is also a famous overseas cultivator. This person has been enlightened for thousands of years. He has an extreme and perverse temperament. His puppet fairy technique can almost enlighten living beings. Anything in his hands can be used by him and turned into a magical puppet.

The last one, Long Xiang Zen Master, came from a branch of the Dragon King Temple in overseas Buddhism. His magic power shocked the world and made ghosts and gods cry. He took the path of proving the Tao with force. His magic power is extremely powerful. Among the many overseas inheritances, he can be regarded as the top three overseas in terms of magic power.

The powerful Yin God has a lifespan of thousands of years. Every move has a terrible magic power like moving mountains and filling the sea. If the Yuan Shen does not come out, he is the top cultivator in this world and is truly immortal!

In the eyes of these top monks, these little people are probably no different from ants.

The black old man was still frightened and suddenly regretted coming here.

But now that he has come here with so much effort, if he goes back, wouldn’t it be a waste of time?

“Huh? Taoist Mo, it’s you!”

Just as he was struggling, the black old man heard someone calling him. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person who spoke was wearing a golden crown and dressed as a Taoist priest. It was clearly his old acquaintance, Taoist Master Jinguan.

Seeing his old friend, he noticed that the other party's tone was obviously more polite than before, and the black old man smiled: "So it's Fellow Daoist Jinguan. It seems that Fellow Daoist is also planning to take this opportunity to buy some things."

The two chatted briefly for a few words, and the Taoist Master Jinguan's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked curiously: "By the way, I heard that Fellow Daoist Mo and Senior Qingyu are from the same school. Is this true?"

In fact, he also heard about this matter from hearsay. In addition to this matter, he also heard that Taoist Qingyu discovered a vein of red fire black copper on the territory of Tianya Haige. The old man black was valued by Taoist Qingyu and got a lot of benefits.

Originally, Taoist Master Jinguan didn't believe it, but when he saw the spiritual wood flying boat under the black old man and the more exquisite and profound aura on his body, he believed it about 70%, and his heart suddenly felt a little sour.

Thinking about the past, this old thing was not as good as himself in terms of wealth and cultivation, but now, the other party has left him behind.

All this is just because the other party has climbed up a powerful man!

He secretly thought that this old man was really lucky to have such a good thing happen to him.

"To be honest, it is true." The black old man laughed.

Seeing the black old man admit it himself, the Golden Crown Taoist Master was jealous and crazy. He forced a smile on the surface and said, "You are so lucky to be valued by Senior Qingyu."

As they were chatting, suddenly, a great pressure swept in from a distance.

The two of them stagnated their breathing, their chests tightened, and they fell to the ground with a plop.

Not only the two of them, but many cultivators around them, whether they were acquired or innate, or Dao Foundation Dan, were seriously affected.

Those with stronger cultivation just fell from the sky, barely standing, trembling all over. Those with weaker cultivation could not control their magic tools and true qi, and fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

The black old man and the other man were shocked and confused, but they saw a commotion around them, and at the same time, a series of deafening noises came from far behind them.

He reluctantly looked back and saw a scene he would never forget.

In the distant sky, two terrifying figures stood, fighting fiercely, and the pressure came from there. Thousands of miles apart, it made it difficult for the cultivators to breathe and move.

One of them was ten thousand feet tall and had six arms. Each arm held a magic tool, including the sawtooth magic sword, the ghost magic banner, the white bone rosary, the black gold magic knife, the soul-shaking bell, and the soul-capturing pot. Just the outline gave people a feeling of perfection, but also extreme horror. The dark red Yin thunder and black corpse flames were wrapped around it, like a god or demon descending to the world.

The area within a radius of ten thousand miles was filled with purple and black, and the thick gray and purple air entangled, turning into large patches of purple and black, infecting this piece of heaven and earth like a demonic domain, which seemed to contain countless terrifying ghosts and monsters.

Just by looking at it, many people spurted blood from their mouths and noses, as if struck by lightning, and their hearts were full of evil thoughts and desires.

On the sea, there were countless floating corpses, many of which were infected by the corpse's Yin Qi and had turned into corpse ghosts.