typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 161 Charming Fox Demon is a Divine Beast 28

The old monk's long eyebrows trembled, and he raised his eyes lightly: "The donor is joking, the Wuxiang Sect only has Liao Chen who defected due to inner demons, where did Ye Chen come from?"

"No Hatred," the man in black robes said in an obviously displeased tone, with a hint of black energy coming out of his body, "Do you need me to announce the covenant made a hundred years ago to the public to awaken your memory?"

Wu Hao was like an old monk who entered samadhi: "Ye Heng, as a demon king, you are incompatible with the world of cultivation. Even if you are not afraid of your own safety, do you think the world will believe you or me?"

Ye Hengjie laughed long and hard: "It's just a clone, I can't afford to lose it."

He smiled kindly and said: "The old monk follows Buddhist principles and does not live up to his reputation."

The two of them tried their best with their words, but neither of them fell behind. Their glances overlapped and there were flashes of swords and swords.

After a long time, Wu Hao sighed: "Ye Chen is indeed the best demon king in the demon world in ten thousand years. Even if you and I take advantage of his weakness to divide his soul and suppress it, he can still accumulate strength and break through the seal. Now he is unknown. I

The seal cannot be strengthened, and it is only a matter of time before the seal is broken."

Ye Heng's eyes flashed: "I said a long time ago that we would find a way to solve the problem once and for all. If you hadn't taken a fancy to his Buddha nature, which was separated from the world, and coveted the relics, Buddha heart and Buddha soul that he could cultivate, you would have allowed him to practice Buddhism in private.

, and nothing will go wrong.”

Wuhan smiled and said: "If Ye Chen's demon soul was really so easy to die, the donor would not have done anything about the old monk's little actions. Didn't the donor also want to see whether the demon's practice of Buddhism would lead to its demise?"

The two looked at each other, knowing that now was not the time to accuse each other, their eyes gradually became serious.

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

"Master, Monk Nie Mie asked to see you, saying that he had seen traces of dust in Canglan Secret Realm."

Wuhan glanced at Ye Heng: "Control your demonic energy, don't let it slip in front of this junior."

"What are you afraid of? It's just a monk in the cultivation stage, and you, the Buddha of the late Mahayana period, are sitting in charge. Your Wuxiang Sect is not inferior to such a monk."

Even so, eager to learn about Chen's situation, he still restrained his aura, making it impossible for anyone to investigate.

After a while, Annihilation was brought in. As soon as he saw Wuhao, he even bowed to Buddha and looked ashamed.

"The Supreme Elder is a great virtuous man, but I am ashamed of myself for not being able to bring Chen Chen back."

Wuhao is like an eminent monk who has attained enlightenment, his eyebrows are lowered and he is neither impatient nor impetuous.

"Don't be in a hurry. Speak slowly."



A month later, a deserted mountaintop.

Jinse crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Liao Chen aside, a dark light flashed in his eyes: "Has your cultivation been consolidated?"

She originally wanted to spend more time practicing in the secret realm and refine some elixirs, but she didn't expect that Liao Chen would break through after a month of silence.

Breaking through the integration stage requires feeling the rules of the great road, which cannot be accomplished in the secret realm, so she had to bring Chen out to break through.

Liao Chen has a long body, his cassock is fluttering in the wind, and his black hair is flying.

After a successful breakthrough, Liao Chen no longer seemed to adhere to the Buddhist precepts and even his hair grew out. I don't know if it was because he believed her words or for other reasons.

She didn't ask any more questions. After hearing Chen's response, the two returned to the Hehuan Sect and continued to start the cultivation mode.

There were no years of cultivation. Jinse hid in the Hehuan Sect and practiced with a group of disciples of the Hehuan Sect. From time to time, he played with rabbits and teased him into the dust. In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years passed.

Ye Sui didn't show up a few times. Every time he couldn't resist Jin Se's teasing, he would hurriedly log off the line with a confused look on his face and take the blame, just like the time in the bone-chilling pond.

Jinse was not used to it at first, but later became more comfortable with it. Running between the two consciousnesses was like walking on a tightrope, shocking the system.

"Host, aren't you afraid of overturning the situation and making a fool of yourself?"

Jinse raised her eyebrows and raised her narrow fox eyes, which was full of charm.

"Who brought me here to this crappy mission world? Do you still want your good feelings?"

"This...that...host you..." The system was so shocked that it couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Jinse stood up and strode forward, saying only one sentence to the system.

"I'm holding back my opinions."

The rest of the system was stillborn, and it was forced to hold it back. Even when it was discovered that the direction Jin Se left was Liao Chen's residence, he did not dare to ask any more questions.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

"Liao Chen," Jinse patted the door, but did not hear the voice of the person inside, so she raised her voice, "I know you are inside, don't hide in silence, come out quickly!"

Liao Chen reluctantly opened the door: "Donor Hu, haven't you always been able to come and go freely here as a poor monk? Why are you calling the door today?"

"You don't understand, what you want is the atmosphere."

Just push the door open and walk in. How can it be exciting?

Liao Chen didn't understand what Jin Se said, so he just looked at her quietly, waiting for what she would say next.

Jin Se stopped making trouble and said bluntly: "I want to retreat and break through the Mahayana period. You can recall the disciples of the sect. From tomorrow on, I will close the sect's formation and no disciples within the sect will be allowed in or out."



The sect competitions are about to begin, and all the sect disciples are rushing to Qingyang Town, where the sects will gather this year, waiting for the sect competitions to begin.

"Twenty years ago, the sect's competition ended without any illness because the Buddhist disciple who was possessed by the devil passed away. This time the sects' competition is particularly focused on it."

A casual cultivator was chatting with a few companions in a restaurant. He talked about this competition with words on his face, his face full of envy and praise.

Someone answered: "I heard that this sect competition will be held in the form of all sect disciples competing in the same arena. It is divided into three major arenas from the golden elixir stage to the god transformation stage."

A monk shook his head, and a hint of mystery flashed across his face: "Rumors, it is said that in this competition, the seniors in the integration stage will also be eliminated, and the ranking will be based on high-level monks."

"Hiss..." someone took a breath of cold air, "Are there monks in the integration stage? Now among the five major sects, only three of them have ancestors in the Mahayana stage. The entire world of cultivation, including the Mahayana stage monks of the demon clan, does not

If it exceeds the number of ten fingers and the Mahayana cannot be released, it will be combined. Such a senior who looks like an old monster also wants to take action?"

The monk nodded: "Yes, otherwise, in this competition, nearly 90% of sects of all sizes have signed up to participate. Even if they can't compete for a good ranking, even if they are favored by a monk in the integration period, after a little while

A little advice can be considered an opportunity."

"No wonder," a monk dressed like a scholar with a feather fan and silk scarf suddenly realized, "I asked why the Hehuan Sect, which has always been mysterious, also participated in the event. It turns out to be like this."

"Hehuan Sect?" Someone became interested, "I have been in Qingyang Town for a few days, and I haven't seen a single Hehuan Sect disciple."

The scholar shook his fan and explained: "They left one after another a few days ago, and I don't know why."

Some people were disdainful: "Hehuan Sect is just an evil sect. Maybe they saw that all the sects are upright now, so they are timid to leave and don't dare to participate anymore."

"Hehe," some monks mocked and speculated maliciously, "Maybe the Hehuan Sect also figured out the real person's preferences that time when they killed Caihua, so they could succeed with one strike."

"What preferences?"

"Picking flowers, maybe the real person picking flowers was stung by a flower on his way, hahaha, otherwise, how could a monk in the late stage of cultivating the void be so easily killed?"

The more people think about it, the more it makes sense. Every word you say or a word I say gradually changes the direction of the discussion, and the words they say become more and more filthy.

If casual cultivators like them can't participate in the sect competition, how can this kind of spring news be attractive?

In the Hehuan Sect, the disciple who was being talked about is still waiting anxiously in the sect.

"The sect master has been in seclusion for many days. When can he come out? If it's too late, he won't be able to catch up with the sect competition."

A female disciple raised her eyebrows coldly: "Breaking through the Mahayana stage, do you think it's just a joke? It's as easy as breaking through the Golden Elixir stage? It's more important than having a sect master."

The previous male disciple immediately showed weakness: "That's not what I meant... Didn't the sect master ask me to wait and become famous in the competition?"

"Don't be impatient, just wait patiently."

Liao Chencong suddenly appeared, dropped a word, turned his prayer beads, and walked away calmly. It looked like he was really as he said, not in a hurry.

After he left for a long time, the two disciples looked at each other.

"Did you see clearly? Are two more beads missing from Senior Liaochen's prayer beads?"


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next