"The masters of the Shura world are raging all over the world, and the entire Tianyang Continent is in dire straits. In fact, it doesn't matter whether they are disbanded or not, the result is the same, so why bother working in vain? Our Putuo Temple lineage is slightly different from other major sects. What we really want is
Just follow the fate, if it is going to be destroyed, then die; if it is not destroyed, it is definitely beyond the control of the ten people in the Shura Hall." From the beginning to the end, the sweeping monk looked calm at every change.
But when he said this, he stopped what he was doing and looked at Kong Hui and Kong Jue seriously and said, "You have been practicing for many years, but your character is still so unstable. It's really sad."
"Senior, we... have learned a lesson." After hearing what the sweeping monk said, both Kong Hui and Kong Jue had embarrassed looks on their faces, and were very shy, although they did not understand the sweeping monk.
words, but they vaguely realized that their behavior was inappropriate and unbecoming the leader of a faction. At a critical moment of life and death, they should not choose to escape, but should face it head-on.
Ao Xingtian led the nine elders of the Shura Palace to kill all the way from the far north. The reason why the two masters Kong Hui and Kong Jue were uneasy was mainly because they were closest to the recently destroyed Daluomen.
As for Putuo Temple, they could almost foresee that Ao Xingtian would deal with Putuo Temple next.
On the ruins of Daluomen, Ao Xingtian looked at the endless corpses below with an indifferent expression, his expression cold. After Tianming and others completed their tasks, they all came to Ao Xingtian and showed respect.
"Master of the Hall, the Da Luo Sect has been destroyed, and none of the 1,202 people have escaped. Should we go to the Shenwu Sect or the relatively nearby Putuo Temple next?" The person who spoke was Tianming, the elder of the Shura Hall, and he was looking very violent.
Qi, after half a month of killing, his strength has obviously improved. Not only that, the aura exuding from his body is more violent than before, making people shudder.
"There is a great sweeping monk in Putuo Temple?" He didn't make up his mind immediately, Ao Xingtian asked as calmly as water, with a deep look in his eyes.
"Well, Old Shi Xie Yang was instantly killed by the sweeping monk. I tried to fight him, but his strength was unfathomable. At least I couldn't threaten him even with my innate stunts and clone abilities." He clicked heavily.
Nodding, Tian Ming felt frightened and frightened when he thought of the incredible powerful sweeping monk.
"Well, let's go to Putuo Temple next. I want to see how powerful the sweeping monk is!" Ao Xingtian laughed sinisterly. Ao Xingtian seemed to be willing to face the difficulty. He wanted to know what happened.
How powerful is the sweeping monk?
"Okay, with you here, Master, we are just in time to avenge Lao Shi. Today I will cleanse Putuo Temple with blood and leave no one behind!" When Ao Xingtian said this, Tianming was filled with murderous intent, and his purple eyes were filled with cold light.
Shoot, the violence is overwhelming.
"Hmph, I really want to see how powerful Putuo Temple is, how dare you kill Lao Shi." Wu Jue clenched his hands into fists, veins popped out on his forehead, and he said with blood.
"Let's go." Ao Xingtian remained calm and calm from beginning to end, as if he didn't take all of this into his heart. When the words fell, he took the lead and headed towards Putuo Temple at lightning speed.
The direction flew away.
Ao Xingtian and his party were very fast, and they arrived at Putuo Temple in half a day.
Kong Hui, Kong Jue and others had been prepared for a long time. They knew that this moment would come sooner or later, so when Ao Xingtian and his group of ten people came to kill them, they were calm and calm. They faced death directly and regarded death as home.
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"It seems that you are all prepared, not bad. But I heard that there is an old monk who sweeps the floor in your Putuo Temple. His strength is quite amazing. It was he who instantly killed Xie Yang, the tenth elder of our Shura Temple. Where is he?" Contempt
Looking at Kong Hui, Ao Xingtian walked leisurely in front of him, as if talking to an old friend, and asked calmly. He was very interested in the sweeping monk.
"Amitabha, I'm just a sweeping monk, why should I care? I don't know what the master of the palace has to say!" Just as Ao Xingtian's words fell, an old voice rang out.
When they heard this voice, Kong Hui and others consciously made way for them. They saw an old monk with a white beard, a hunched back, and an old broom in his hand. He just walked over and stood calmly.
Facing Ao Xingtian, I am happy and not afraid.
"Are you the Sweeper, the one who killed Xie Yang?" Ao Xingtian asked in surprise as he glanced at the Sweeping Divine Monk in surprise.
"The sea of suffering is boundless and there is no turning back. I just helped the benefactor named Xie Yang to escape. He has caused too many killings. I see that the hands of each of the ten of you are covered with blood. If you don't put down the butcher knife, you will stand on the ground."
If you become a Buddha, I'm afraid you will go to hell after death." A flash of light flashed through his cloudy eyes. The sweeping monk glanced at Ao Xingtian and the other ten people, and said calmly, as if he was persuading them.
"Old man, what qualifications do you have to teach us a lesson? Today we are here for revenge. I want your Putuo Temple to disappear from Tianyang Continent from now on!" The speaker was Luanfeng, the ninth elder of Shura Hall. Among the ten elders,
The relationship between Luan Feng and Xie Yang is the best.
When he learned that Xieyang died tragically at the hands of the sweeping monk of Putuo Temple, Luanfeng wanted to take revenge alone, but was finally stopped by Tianming and others. At this time, he came to Putuo Temple justifiably, and his hatred was aroused.
After all, he had been suppressed for nearly four years. One can imagine how much he wanted to destroy Putuo Temple.
"Dependencies, origins, and cessation are all determined. How can it be that you have the final say?"
"Master's cultivation is profound, and I, Ao Xingtian, deeply admire it, but today I want to see the master's strength. I hope you won't disappoint me." He stared at the sweeping monk with squinted eyes. Before he finished speaking,
Ao Xingtian had already arrived in front of the sweeping monk without a trace, trying to kill the sweeping monk with lightning speed.
When they really saw Ao Xingtian take action, the two powerful men Kong Hui and Kong Jue felt their hearts sinking and were frightened. To be honest, they were worried that the sweeping monk was not Ao Xingtian's opponent. If this was the case, their Putuo Temple
I am afraid that I will follow in the footsteps of Daluomen and other major sects, and I will be unable to save myself.
What they are most looking forward to now is that the sweeping monk can surpass Ao Xingtian in terms of strength. In this case, they still have a glimmer of hope that Putuo Temple can be preserved, but Ao Xingtian's strength is too strong, and they have no confidence at all.
Ao Xingtian had clearly ordered that he would fight alone with the sweeping monk, so after the battle started, Tianming, Yingying and the other nine elders could only stand aside and watch, waiting for the order to kill at any time.
Ao Xingtian knew that the Divine Sweeping Monk was very powerful. This could be seen from the fact that he could not see through the realm of the Divine Sweeping Monk. However, after the real fight, Ao Xingtian realized that the Divine Sweeping Monk was not that powerful, at least not as powerful as himself.
It was not bad at all, which shocked him. It seemed unbelievable that there were so many masters with profound cultivation in the small Tianyang Continent.
Ao Xingtian was not the only one who was surprised. Tian Ming, Ying Ying and others were all in awe. The power of the Sweeping God Monk overturned their understanding. On the contrary, Kong Hui, Kong Jue and other masters were overjoyed. They knew that the Sweeping God Monk was so powerful.
Monk was very powerful, but they didn't expect that he was as powerful as Ao Xing Tian, which shocked them.
In the eyes of Kong Hui and Kong Jue, if this situation continues, there is still hope for Putuo Temple to be immortal. This is a battle between the attack to dominate the world and the boundless Dharma to save the common people. Both of them are exerting their strongest power.
No one can do anything about a big attack.
In the blink of an eye, Ao Xingtian and the sweeping monk fought for half a stick of incense. During this period, although Ao Xingtian vaguely had the upper hand, no matter how sharp his attack was, he could never give the sweeping monk a fatal blow.
The threats made him gradually lose patience, so much so that he wanted to use the Shura Realm's most precious treasure, the Yuan-Breaking Sickle.
"I didn't expect that the small Putuo Temple would hide such a powerful master like you. It's really surprising. However, Putuo Temple must be destroyed today. This is the general trend and no one can change it!" Purple eyes were filled with tears.
With a heart-shaking chill, Ao Xingtian said intimidatingly.
While speaking, Ao Xingtian directly held the Shura Realm's most precious treasure, the Po Yuan Scythe, in his hand. Suddenly, his body was immediately shrouded in a terrifying ink-black aura, and his aura surged. It could be seen that the existence of the Po Yuan Sickle made him
His strength has improved significantly.
"What is that in your hand?" Narrowing his eyes, the sweeping monk changed his previous calmness and asked with a tense expression as he looked at the Po Yuan Scythe.
"It's okay to tell you. This is the Po Yuan Sickle, the most precious treasure in our Shura world. You should feel honored to die under the Po Yuan Sickle!" Holding the Po Yuan Sickle sideways, Ao Xingtian did not hide the murderous intention in his heart at all.
As soon as it fell, the Po Yuan Scythe turned into a streak of light and crazily struck towards the sweeping god monk.
The sweeping god monk felt the strong aura of death from the Po Yuan Scythe. He was cautious and extremely uneasy like never before. Even so, when the Po Yuan Sickle came towards him, he threw the broom directly in an attempt to use it.
The broom in hand to counteract the Yuan-popping sickle.
"Whoosh..."
"Pengpeng..."
In everyone's subconscious mind, the broom in the hands of the sweeping monk is definitely not the opponent of Po Yuan Scythe. After all, the two are very different in terms of level. But when they actually come into contact, everyone is stunned. It is hard to imagine that absolute
Under the pressure of the struggle, the sweeping monk with a seemingly inconspicuous broom in his hand actually blocked the first wave of attacks from the Po Yuan Scythe.
"Hey, how is that possible? This broom of yours is actually a magic weapon!!!" He stared at the sweeping monk with an extremely shocked gaze. Ao Xingtian, who was calm and composed, widened his eyes, and his eyes were full of excitement when he looked at the sweeping monk.
Surprised and frightened, to be honest, the sweeping monk completely subverted his understanding.
"I forgot to tell you that this broom of mine is also a magic weapon. It's called the Sky-breaking Broom. It has been with me for tens of thousands of years." Taking the equally impressive Sky-breaking Broom, the sweeping monk looked at it with an indifferent expression.