1580: C1580 Holy Son of Tian Zhu

C1580 Holy Son of Tian Zhu

The Spirit Concealment Bell!

Qin Feng solemnly received the mottled ancient bronze bell with both hands, as his divine sense permeated inside.

"It really is a great treasure."

A self-confidence that came naturally to life also made Yuan Zhen and the rest inexplicably feel at ease.

"As expected of a Master Qin that even the Immortal Realm s aren't afraid of."

Zhao Tiange's eyes flickered, a look of anticipation rising in his eyes.

"Nether Sea, I want to go and take a look as well, to broaden my horizons."

Zhao Tiange also laughed, and said heroically.

Zhao Tiange's arrogant words had also aroused the heroic spirit in the hearts of many Lingyin Temple Elders and Yuan Zhen in the Discipline Hall at the same time.

"This humble monk will lead the way for the two benefactors."

Yuan Zhen took a step forward.

"True Yuan …"

Discipline Hall Head said one word, but after seeing the resolute expression on Yuan Zhen's face, his voice paused for a moment before turning into a sigh.

In the Lingyin Temple, if one were to say who was closest to Zen Master, it would have to be Yuanzhen.

If not for the other three clan elders of Lingyin Temple trying to stop him, Yuan Zhen would have already been in Nether Sea.

Now that three batches of Lingyin Temple Elders had been captured, the Lingyin Temple would no longer be able to organize the fourth batch of elders to explore deeper within the Nether Sea.

It was possible that Qin Feng and Zhao Tiange's journey was the last effort made by the Lingyin Temple.

"Fine, let him be."

Discipline Hall Head clasped his hands and said: "Take care."

Following which, Qin Feng, Zhao Tiange and Yuan Zhen tore through the air and stepped onto a treasured boat made from the Lingyin Temple's thousand years of age Ironwood Tree, and sped towards the depths of the Eastern Ocean.

"Eh? Is it someone from the Lingyin Temple? "

"The fourth batch of bald donkeys?"

At the end of the Sky Sea, a group of black-clothed men who were watching over the Lingyin Temple took out a copper mirror that rippled like water when they saw the treasure boat heading east.

"There's actually only three people. Two Ancient God's Triple Layered Heavens and one Ancient God's Fourth Heaven, are they courting death?"

"To send these three brats over, Lingyin Temple must have exhausted all of her abilities."

As he spoke, the black-clothed men looked at the scene reflected in the copper mirror and spoke with curled mouths.

"If we can't bring these bald donkeys back to the Heart Lotus of the Sea, will the Son of God send us to the Nether Sea?"

After saying that, the man in black tightened his shirt. Fear could be seen in his eyes.

"Oh, damn the bald ass."

"If you don't bring the Heart Lotus of the Sea back, I will slaughter the Lingyin Temple."

These men in black gritted their teeth as they spoke, their hearts filled with contradictions.

They both hoped that the Lingyin Temple would be able to find the Heart Lotus of the Sea, but also didn't wish for the other party to obtain complete victory.

Within the treasure boat.

Qin Feng slightly frowned as his gaze penetrated through the endless space and faintly landed on the black-clothed man's body.

"These guys are watching us."

"He should be someone sent by the Holy Son of Tian Zhu."

Qin Feng said to himself.

"What? Did you discover something?"

Zhao Tiange noticed the change in Qin Feng's expression and could not help but ask curiously.

"We discovered a few small fry who were secretly spying on us.

Qin Feng waved his hands nonchalantly, and did not tell Yuan Zhen as well, in case anything bad happened to him.

The most important thing to do now was to find the Heart Lotus of the Sea to revive Hui Jue, and then unravel the Inhibition in Mad monk's mind, and find the clue to the Brahma's mirror.

As for the Holy Son of Tian Zhu, if he dared to come and disturb them, Qin Feng did not mind dying with a slap.

"Oh, since that's the case, let's wait until the end of the trip to Nether Sea first."

When Zhao Tiange heard this, he did not mind in the slightest.

Ever since Guangyuan Buddhist Association, five hundred years ago, there had been a day where Zhao Tiange had not faced these prying fish and rotten shrimp, a group of garbage s.

Not worth paying much attention to.

Yuan Zhen felt embarrassed to ask upon seeing this. However, there was an additional layer of worry within his heart.

"Could it really be the Holy Son of Tian Zhu's scheme?"

Ye Zichen thought to himself.

Speaking of which, Lingyin Temple didn't suspect anything from the start. This matter was related to Holy Son of Tian Zhu.

However, after the three consecutive batches of elders fell into the trap of the Nether Sea, the Lingyin Temple also had no choice but to suspect the Holy Son of Tian Zhu.

However, Lingyin Temple did not have the strength to deal with him for the time being, so she could only give up on everything.

"Hmph, Holy Son of Tian Zhu, if it's really you, I won't forgive you even if my body is smashed into smithereens."

Yuan Zhen's eyes shone with hatred.

Tian Zhu Fu Guo, Lianhua Sect.

Yao Zhen walked up the Holy Lotus Mountain with a cold expression and headed towards the middle of the mountain on the left side of the vast Holy Lotus Mountain.

In front of the rumbling thousand zhang waterfall, a stern Buddhist hall quietly stood there.

Yao Zhen walked to the main entrance of the buddhist hall.

"Yao Zhen requests an audience with Son of God."

Yao Zhen cupped his hands and said to the two guards who were holding the Demon Fighter Pestle.0

"Son of God is currently cultivating, Mister Yao, please wait."

One of the guards was holding a baton. Raising his head to look at the sky, he rejected the idea.

According to Son of God's usual habits, fifteen minutes past ten was the time for Son of God to learn Buddhism, and it was not time for him to see the guest.

"Then, can I wait here?"

Yao Zhen lowered his head, trying his best to not let the hatred in his eyes show.

The Holy Son of Tian Zhu was the disciple that the Sect Master of the Lotus Flower Sect liked the most.

There were even rumors in the Tian Zhu Fu Guo that when the Lianhua Sect's sect master ascends to the Spirit Mountain Wonderland, the Lianhua Sect will be handed over to the Son of God to manage.

And the Lotus Flower School was the sect behind the Tian Zhu Fu Guo, the sect that ruled over everything in the Tian Zhu Fu Guo.

Therefore, even Yao Zhen did not dare to be rude to the Lianhua Sect, for fear of attracting its hostility.

If not for the death of his foolish little brother in Lingyin Temple, Yao Zhen would not have come to Lianhua Sect.

"Come in."

Before the two gatekeepers could respond, an extremely magnetic voice came from inside the tightly guarded buddhist hall.

Hearing this voice, the two gatekeepers were stunned.

"Mister Yao, please come in."

The two gatekeepers stepped aside.

The tightly guarded Buddhist hall took up an extremely large area. Along the way, all sorts of solemn buildings decorated it, so much so that it was more appropriate to call it a palace than a Buddhist hall.

Along the way, Yao Zhen didn't even glance at them.

The voices from all around the buddhist hall were not lively.

Yao Zhen didn't dare to take another look and directly walked into the center of the buddhist hall, into a huge hall.

"Yao Zhen pays his respect to Son of God."

Yao Zhen clasped his hands together, and deeply prostrated himself on the ground.

"Get up."

The Holy Son of Tian Zhu said indifferently.

He was high up at the top of the hall, like an emperor of the mortal world, in charge of everything.

"What's the matter?"

Holy Son of Tian Zhu, who was sitting upright in the clouds, held a red figure in his arms as he looked down indifferently.

Yao Zhen immediately felt a huge pressure, he did not dare raise his head, afraid that he would crash into Son of God.

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