Chapter 1,444 Summer insects only know the dog days of summer
The old monk Mingkong stared at Ye Xuan closely, murderous intent suddenly appeared.
He originally planned to take this opportunity to have a good discussion with Ye Xuan, but he didn't expect that Ye Xuan would let people take action directly without saying a word. Faced with such a situation, he was completely unexpected.
After all, the news he got was that in the entire Huangji Immortal Sect, only Ye Xuan could read it, and the others were just chickens and dogs.
Who would have expected that Li Kuangtu suddenly appeared and had such great strength? Not to mention, Ye Xuan was now even more ferocious and fierce, and he didn't give them a chance to say anything more!
If that's the case, then he has nothing to hide. He just kills this guy and lets see how the Emperor's Immortal Sect responds!
"Amitabha."
The old monk Mingkong had a Zen staff in one hand and an alms bowl in the other, and he pronounced the name of the Buddha in his mouth.
In an instant, there was golden light blessing, and the whole person was like a holy monk in the world, with immeasurable Buddha light shining on his body. The power displayed made people feel numb.
The most important thing is that the kind of Buddhist power contained in it actually makes people have the illusion of kneeling down and surrendering, and being sincerely convinced.
"The demon monk is the demon monk."
Ye Xuan looked calm and looked at the old monk Mingkong calmly.
"Donor, can you hear the news that Heavenly Dao's suppression has been loosened?" the old monk Mingkong said softly.
"You want to say that your true cultivation can be displayed, right?" Ye Xuan smiled slightly.
"The benefactor is very wise. Why don't you come to Cangsheng Temple to practice? At the same time, you can also settle the grudges between Cangsheng Temple and your Huangji Immortal Sect. What do you think?" The old monk Mingkong said with a slight smile. He is really kind and kind, which makes people hate him.
Can't get up.
But this method was completely inadequate in Ye Xuan's eyes.
Ye Xuan smiled calmly and said: "You have been practicing in Cangsheng Temple for many years, but you may not have heard that a small temple cannot accommodate a big Buddha."
The old monk Mingkong raised his eyebrows, stared at Ye Xuan, and said with a smile: "The donor really knows how to joke. Is there a Buddha in the entire Daozhou that my Cangsheng Temple can't accommodate?"
Ye Xuan smiled even more and said calmly: "Do you understand why I said that a small temple cannot accommodate a big Buddha?"
The old monk Mingkong immediately understood what Ye Xuan meant, squinted his eyes and said, "Donor, are you saying that this great Buddha of yours is no longer limited to Daozhou?"
Ye Xuan said nothing, but his meaning couldn't be more obvious.
The old monk Mingkong suddenly laughed, loosened his Zen staff and alms bowl, and let them float in the air. He clasped his hands together like a Bodhisattva with his eyebrows lowered, and declared the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."
After the words fell, the old monk Mingkong suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Xuan.
Rumble————
In an instant, the heaven and earth changed.
The people from the Huangji Immortal Sect and the Cangsheng Temple who were originally fighting, together with the powerful men from the Eastern Wilderness, all disappeared at this moment.
The whole world was turned upside down.
This is a vast world illuminated by the Buddha's light. Billions of novice monks are chanting Buddhist sutras. Three thousand Buddhas are sitting cross-legged in the sky, with the Buddha's light shining behind them.
This is simply a big world of Buddha!
The old monk Mingkong stood in front of these Buddhas, with a Zen staff and an alms bowl beside him. Although his temperament was not as good as those of those Buddhas, he gave people the impression that he was the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas, and he was terrifying.
"Donor, let's see, what state is Lao Monk in?"
The old monk Mingkong looked at Ye Xuan calmly, and was not in a hurry to suppress this guy who didn't know the heights and heights of the world.
Strength is the absolute confidence.
"Tsk, tsk, Tian Daoxian, if you tell me, you will scare someone to death."
Ye Xuan said with a smile.
As early as when the people from Cangsheng Temple came to Zhongxuan Mountain, Ye Xuan already knew the strength of these guys.
Among the entire team, except for the old monk Mingkong, who is in the Great Sage Realm, the strongest one is the Duzhen monk. The other ten people are of similar strength. The overall strength of the Duyuan monk is that he has a golden body of six feet.
Yes, but his own cultivation level is only in the immortal realm. His appearance is more because Cangsheng Temple wants to use him to show the strength of Cangsheng Temple.
It was an invisible shock.
And this old monk Mingkong is a real sage of heaven.
This is the second realm of the Great Sage Realm.
At the same time, he has followed the path of the supreme sage, which can be said to be the highest point in the life of the old monk Mingkong.
The great sages and supreme sages who are on the way up are basically hopeless.
But even so, this old monk Mingkong is still one of the most terrifying existences in the world.
I think it took the old monk Mingkong a long time to cultivate to this state.
Over the years, the old monk Mingkong has no understanding of the outside world.
otherwise……
He wouldn't come to Ye Xuan and scream.
"Since the donor knows my cultivation level, your choice is..."
The old monk Mingkong said with a smile.
"Do I still have a choice?" Ye Xuan spread his hands and said with a smile: "Of course I have to kill you."
When he heard the first half of the sentence, the old monk Mingkong smiled even more. When he heard the second half of Ye Xuan's sentence, his smile froze, and then he frowned and looked at Ye Xuan. Is this guy so ignorant?
But the next moment, the old monk, who had already entered the realm of Heavenly Daoxian, turned pale in horror.
I saw an unrivaled aura spreading rapidly around Ye Xuan.
With his big sleeves fluttering, Ye Xuan took off the heavy snow sword gourd from his waist and raised his head to drink.
But that terrifying coercion was like a rolling force, pressing on the old monk Mingkong.
At that moment, the old monk Mingkong was pressed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, and his eyes were filled with horror.
The old monk Mingkong can't even look directly at Ye Xuan now.
It was as if this person had an unimaginably terrifying power that made it impossible for anyone to look at him.
"I didn't know that my senior was here. I was rude first, so I am here to apologize to my senior."
Old Monk Mingkong had cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He didn't dare to be disrespectful at all and chose to bow his head directly.
Because he knew very well that the person in front of him definitely had the power to crush him.
beat?
He is just a joke in front of others, why should he be beaten?
"Summer insects only know the dog days of summer, but they don't know the cold winter and the snow-covered mountains."
Ye Xuan put down the snow-raised sword gourd with a bohemian smile, and his eyes showed a kind of indifference to the common people.
Ye Xuan looked at the old monk Mingkong who bowed his head in front of him, and whispered softly: "Everyone envies the emperor's dignity..."
"I have never seen millions of immortals in the sky!"
boom!
The words were like thunder, exploding in the ears of the old monk Mingkong.
At that moment, the old monk Mingkong felt that his consciousness was blurred. The last thing he realized was that he, as a great sage, was just an ant in other people's eyes.
The bitterness filled my heart for a moment, and then I lost consciousness.
In Ye Xuan's eyes, the old monk Mingkong turned into dust.
As for the big world full of Buddhas, it collapsed at this moment.
Ye Xuan was still standing on the mountain gate of Huangji Immortal Sect, stepping into the air.
Looking from a distance, everyone in the Huangji Immortal Sect has already taken the lead.
The defeat of Cangsheng Temple was a matter of time.