The men in white were killed by Tian Zongyu's invisible attack. Fifteen people were killed and they had temporarily retreated. In the sky of Tianzhu Peak, there was no longer the tsunami-like wave that the men in white had emitted when they attacked with a circle of curses.
There was a huge sound, but what was left behind at this time was the miserable howling of the Prajna Temple disciples who were still seriously injured.
The old monk who had not taken action was still holding his shining golden Zen staff. He stood in front of the magnificent lintel of Prajna Temple. He listened to the extremely miserable screams of his disciples and looked at the people on the ground who were being beaten by the man in white.
The ground was littered with the body parts and corpses of the Prajna Temple disciples. The old monk's face was filled with sadness and he looked extremely dejected.
Tian Zongyu had already vaguely sensed that this person was most likely the presiding monk Juechen of Prajna Temple. However, what Tian Zongyu couldn't figure out was why the monk Juechen looked so sick. And as a person,
The abbot of Prajna Temple, when Prajna Temple was dying, this old monk never moved a hand from beginning to end. Although the look on his face was very worried, it was too unbelievable!
"Young hero, please show up and see me!" The old monk who had been standing at the door of Prajna Temple shouted in a low voice. His voice seemed very weak, but there were injured people everywhere in Prajna Temple.
Amidst the miserable howls, his voice clearly rang in the ears of everyone in the venue. The old monk had a great influence, and those screaming disciples had already suppressed the pain in that moment.
They closed their mouths in great pain. They didn't know the meaning of the old monk's words. On the huge square in front of the Prajna Temple where they were fighting, there was no one else except the monks of the Prajna Temple. The old monk
Why did you ask the young hero to show up? With doubts in their hearts, all the disciples of Prajna Temple who could still breathe, all stared at the sick old monk inexplicably.
Tian Zongyu naturally knew that the old monk was talking to him, but the old monk mistook himself for the shadowless swordsman Ni Ye, so he said this. It is no wonder that anyone with a little knowledge above Dongsheng Shenzhou,
Knowing that Ni Ye is a killer and bounty hunter who comes and goes without a trace, it is not surprising that the old monk of Prajna Temple would mistake Tian Zongyu for Tian Zongyu. As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Tian Zongyu's figure flashed,
Then he came to stand only three feet in front of the old monk, took off the hat of the ancient divine costume from his head, stood on the spot, and gave the old monk a toothy smile: "Old senior, I am not a wild man.
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"Ah -" the old monk exclaimed, looked at Tian Zongyu with his dazzling eyes and asked: "Isn't the young hero Ni Ye? Impossible! Everyone in the world knows that there is only Wu Ying.
The swordsman is the young knight. He possesses a set of ancient magical equipment, which can make him invisible and kill powerful enemies. If the young knight is not the young knight, what happened just now? Could it be that the young knight has already killed the shadowless swordsman and won the prize?
Got someone else’s ancient magical costume?”
"Haha, the old man misunderstood. Ni Ye is my good friend and my good brother. I would rather die than kill him, let alone take away his ancient divine clothing. I am wearing
The rare treasure that can make you invisible is indeed an ancient divine costume, but it is a different set, not the one worn by Brother Ni." Tian Zongyu said to the old monk with a smile.
"Another set? Didn't the other set of ancient divine costumes have been lost in the world more than ten thousand years ago? Why did it come to you again today?" It seems that this old monk has very rich experience and has a deep understanding of the world of martial arts.
The allusions in it were also very clear. As soon as Tian Zongyu finished speaking, he had already expressed his doubts to Tian Zongyu.
"Well, what the senior said is true. The ancient divine clothing was indeed lost more than ten thousand years ago. The junior also got this rare treasure on the top of the Juehan Mountains not long ago. It can be regarded as the junior's fate!" Tian Zongyu
He nodded and answered truthfully to the old monk.
"The top of the Juehan Mountains——" The Juehan Mountains are already a place where ordinary humans dare not set foot, let alone the top of the Juehan Mountains. Even the top dust masters with extremely advanced cultivation may not be able to
The young man in front of him looked like he was only in his twenties. Why did he go to the top of the Juehan Mountains? After listening to Tian Zongyu's words, the old monk couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
He said, but the old monk's self-cultivation was indeed very high, and his face was full of surprise, but it was fleeting, and he returned to his normal expression in the blink of an eye: "What do you call me, young hero?"
"I dare not hide anything from you, senior, I am Tian Zongyu." Tian Zongyu replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Ah -" everyone in the venue uttered an exclamation. The old monk at the entrance of Prajna Temple had a high level of self-cultivation. After Tian Zongyu's words came out, he could only stand there blankly and couldn't say anything for a long time.
With one sentence, his horror seemed to have been frozen in this moment. In the venue, there were only more than a hundred uninjured Prajna Temple disciples, and they had stopped treating the seriously injured monks at this moment.
, they all stood on the spot in astonishment, looking back at the young man whose body was vaguely visible, the legendary murderer Tian Zongyu who was prolific in killing people and was prone to murder.
After a while, the old monk at the gate of Prajna Temple finally came to his senses from the shock. The expression on his face was very strange and extremely complicated. Whoever had such a thing happen to them, their expressions were all...
It can't be any better than his expression. Just think about it, Prajna Temple is the largest sect of righteousness in the world. Today, it almost suffered the disaster of annihilation, but it was this murderous demon Tian Zongyu who was shouted and beaten by everyone in the world of cultivation.
What a great irony this is! "Are you the Tian Zongyu who betrayed the master and was called a murderer by cultivators in the world?" The old monk wanted to prove the shock in his heart.
I couldn't help but ask Tian Zongyu again.
"Yes, I am Tian Zongyu, who is called a murderer by cultivators in the world." Tian Zongyu nodded heavily and answered with certainty.
After all, the old monk is a member of the Buddhist family, and his cultivation is extremely advanced. When Tian Zongyu finished speaking, all the uncomfortable expressions were gone: "Oh, it turns out that it is really Young Master Tian who came to our temple. Young Master Tian has always been cutting wind and waves in the world,
I am an enemy of countless cultivators and is not tolerated by both good and evil, but I don’t know what is going on in my Prajna Temple today?”
"Senior, you are laughing. Could you please tell me if you are the divine monk Juechen?" Tian Zongyu asked the old monk with clasped fists and a salute.
"I don't dare to be a sacred monk. Lao Na is the abbot of Prajna Temple, Jue Chen." The old monk said very humbly.
"Ah, I'm sorry! Senior, this junior came to Prajna Temple this time. I just want to ask senior to teach me the "Nirvana Demon Sword Technique", and I hope senior can do it." After Tian Zongyu knew that the old monk in front of him was indeed the abbot of Prajna Temple, he asked him directly.
He explained his purpose.
""Nirvana Demon-Conquering Sword Technique"...you...well, Tian Shaoxia, it's not that I don't want to help you. Although you are not a member of the evil way now, let alone a person of the right way, you are too evil. "Nirvana"
"The Sword Technique of Subduing Demons" is another extremely domineering cultivation technique of our Prajna Temple. I really can't pass it on to you! Otherwise, you will take advantage of my Buddhist cultivation techniques to kill innocent people indiscriminately in the world and stain the purity of my Buddhist sect.
Honor. However, Tian Shaoxia, you can stay in my Prajna Temple, be pure of heart and have few desires, study my Buddhist scriptures, so as to eliminate the anger in your heart, feel the kindness of my Buddhism, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately.
I'm happy to." The old monk looked at Tian Zongyu steadily and said.
Tian Zongyu didn't have the slightest favorable impression of Buddhist classics, and he didn't want to be a man with a pure heart. As soon as the old monk finished speaking, Tian Zongyu replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Old senior, to be honest, before coming to Prajna Temple,
I'm not optimistic about this matter. I just don't want to give up. I have no interest in studying your Buddhist classics as you mentioned. There are still too many things waiting for me to do in the world. Since
Senior is not willing to teach me the "Nirvana Demon Sword Technique", so I can only look at the sky and sigh. I decided to rest outside Prajna Temple for two days before leaving. Oh, by the way, I'm coming to you
When we were at Prajna Temple, Senior An wrote a letter in his own hand. You can read it yourself!" As Tian Zongyu spoke, he had already taken out the letter from his arms and handed it to the monk Juechen.
Juechen Divine Monk would never have thought that the young man in front of him, who was called a murderer by people in the world, would actually be related to An Zhuilu, the head of Xuanqing Temple. The doubts in his heart couldn't help but become even worse.
He passed the letter sealed with Xuanqingguan's unique seal, opened it in person, and read it slowly.
At this time, all the Prajna Temple disciples in the venue who could still move on their own had joined the rescue team. From time to time, seriously injured people were directly helped into the Prajna Temple. These people, regardless of whether they were injured,
He was still uninjured. When he entered the Prajna Temple, he would cast a pair of curious eyes on Tian Zongyu's face, intentionally or unintentionally.
There are almost seventy or eighty monks in Prajna Temple who were seriously injured. In the huge field in front of the door, the monks who were killed can be regarded as having complete corpses. If you add those
The number of Prajna Temple disciples who were beaten to pieces was at least over a hundred. At this moment, there were twenty or thirty uninjured monks busy cleaning up the monks on the ground.
For dead corpses, put the complete corpses in a pile and the broken corpses in a pile.
The letter written by An Zhui Brigade to Divine Monk Juechen was very long, five pages long. In addition, Divine Monk Juechen read it very carefully. After a long time, he did not finish reading it. Tian Zongyu looked at Divine Monk Juechen and saw
His two long gray eyebrows have begun to frown tightly, and panic has begun to appear on his face. In addition, the Prajna Temple was almost destroyed by the sect just now, and there are many expressions on the face of the Juechen Divine Beast, making this
The old monk, who was already a little sick, looked even more miserable.