1831: C1831 Buddha's Voice

C1831 Buddha's Voice

Another half a month had passed, but Happy Devil Sovereign still did not appear. However, the news had spread like a plague. More and more cultivators had arrived, including the true Immortals of the Immortal Dynasty where the Happy Devil Sect was located. They had also brought a large number of soldiers and stationed them 50 miles away from the stone monument. Groups of soldiers with murderous auras were standing in a neat formation. They did not make a sound and did not move at all. The cultivators nearby did not dare to get close to this place. This was because when the killing intent of these soldiers gathered together, ordinary cultivators would not be able to resist it.

"Master, why didn't we suppress this kid? If Happy Devil Sovereign knew that we didn't help him, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand his anger."

A twenty-year-old female cultivator frowned and looked at Ning Qi, then her eyes fell upon Brahma Deer True Immortal.

Brahma Deer True Immortal's body was emitting the Qi of the Creator of Eight Tribulations, which was the Qi of the three hundred Immortal Courts. He was one of the top thirty True Immortals in the Immortal King Level. It seemed like he was a harmless Young Cultivator. If it wasn't for the large number of Brahma Deer Divine Army standing behind him, ordinary cultivators wouldn't have thought that Brahma Deer True Immortal was the ruler of a dynasty.

"Ning Beixuan is the chief steward of the Alchemist Alliance, and Pill Emperor Bodhi is his senior brother. The Alchemist Alliance bears grudges the most. If we suppress him today... The supply of pills in the future will be reduced by 50%, or even 80%. Since he didn't wreak havoc in the Happy Devil Sect... He just sat there quietly, why bother him? We have come all the way here to help the Happy Devil Sect. "

Brahma Deer True Immortal said in a flat tone.

He paused for a moment and said, "Lingyu, I know you like Wu Chongxian, but since he's already dead, you should let it go. Master will advise you that Happy Devil Sect has no true feelings for him."

Female cultivator lowered her head when she heard this.

When she and Brahma Deer True Immortal arrived at this place, she had already heard the surrounding cultivators discussing how Wu Chongxian and the others were killed by Ning Qi. Therefore, she wished that she could lead the God Army and kill Ning Qi on the spot to avenge Wu Chongxian. However, she didn't expect that her master would see through her thoughts.

"The Qi that this kid is emitting is only the Qi of the Creator of Seven Tribulations, but he can kill Wu Chongxian and the other Seven Tribulations Elders of Happy Devil Sect. His combat strength was extraordinary, and he could be considered a Heavenly Prodigy Level expert. However, she didn't know that he was in the Heavenly Prodigy. Low or medium..."

Brahma Deer True Immortal's eyes fell upon Ning Qi, and a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes.

As time passed, almost all the subsidiary sects of Happy Devil Sect received the news. They had brought a large number of cultivators to this place, and some of them were fighting for the credit. They attacked Ning Qi without even asking about it. In the end, they were all killed by Ning Qi with a single slash. On the ground in front of the stone monument... It had been dyed red with blood. After that, no cultivators dared to attack him without permission.

"Look! The divine monk of Nine Sura Ancient Temple is here!"

Golden lotuses appeared in the sky and landed in front of the stone tablet. Sitting on top of the stone tablet were old monks who looked like they were about to ascend. Their bodies emitted a strong and warm Qi of Zhengyang!

"Three golden arhats have arrived in Nine Sura Ancient Temple..."

Brahma Deer True Immortal's eyes changed slightly. Every Golden Arhat was an Eighth Tribulation Creator. They were the strongest existences in Nine Sura Ancient Temple apart from the abbot. According to what he knew, there were two more Golden Arhats in Death Impasse.

Three old monks descended from the golden lotus, and behind them were eighteen monks of different ages. The Qi of these eighteen monks was slightly weaker than the previous three, but each of them was a Creator of the Seven Tribulations. Even the surrounding Battle Core Stage, Eternal Stage, and Dharma Image Cultivator could tell the difference. As for the Creators who came to watch the show, they let out another sigh in their hearts. As expected of one of the seven big sects, these 21 monks... Any one of them would be enough to oversee a region!

Looking at the land that was dyed red with blood, one of the old monks looked at Ning Qi with a smile and said, "Benefactor, are you Ning Beixuan?"

"What's the matter?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the group of monks indifferently. He felt a little strange in his heart. The Nine Sura Ancient Temple had always had a bad relationship with the Happy Devil Sect. Why would they come here today to join in the fun? However, although it was strange, Ning Qi didn't mind offending another Nine Sura Ancient Temple.

At his current realm, even if the seven major sects were tied up together, he wouldn't give them a second glance. Only the existence of an Original Sovereign Level could make him feel some fear.

"Almsgiver Ning, the Happy Devil Sect is one of the seven major sects, and is above all the major sects in the Central Continent. Therefore, we can't afford to be in chaos. Once chaos breaks out, the world will be plunged into misery and suffering. Almsgiver Ning, please leave on account of us, the few old monks. "

The old monk said with a smile.

"You are above all the big sects in Central Continent? Tyrant, do you all think the same about Nine Sura Ancient Temple?"

The corner of Ning Qi's mouth slightly raised, and a trace of ridicule flashed across his eyes.

"Benefactor, please let us go. If there's anything, we can discuss it after Happy Devil Sovereign returns. How about it?"

The old monk didn't answer Ning Qi's question.

"Didn't I wait for a long time? Have you seen me kill those ants?"

Ning Qi said with a smile that wasn't a smile.

"Uh..."

All the monks looked at each other. The truth was just as Ning Qi had said. However, there was a stone tablet here, and there were seven words written on it with blood. To the Happy Devil Sect, this was a little insulting. Although the seven major sects were independent, they still had their own ways of doing things. In fact, the Happy Devil Sect had been blocked by someone. Wasn't this also a disgrace to the other six major sects?1

"Since Almsgiver doesn't want to leave, then we'll recite a spell of rebirth. Hopefully, it can wash away the killing intent from Almsgiver."

The old monk faintly smiled and sat down on the original spot.

A cold glint flashed across the eyes of the other monks when they saw this. They sat down cross-legged together, and soon after, a Buddhist voice came out of their mouths.

A faint golden light descended from the sky and enveloped the group of monks. When the Buddhist voice came out of their mouths, it immediately took form, turning into ancient characters that they couldn't understand, and pressed down on Ning Qi.

The surrounding cultivators felt their chests tighten, and they felt a little uncomfortable. As for Ning Qi, who was targeted by these monks, he had to bear a pressure that was thousands or even tens of thousands of times stronger than them.

"Three golden arhats, eighteen ordinary arhats, and twenty-one people chanting the Rebirth Spell at the same time. Even I can't withstand it. How is this washing away their killing intent? If their cultivation base is slightly lower, they will be transcended!"

Brahma Deer True Immortal's facial expression changed slightly.

"You want to edify me? Alright. "

Ning Qi sneered. The Nine Reserve Divine Bell suddenly appeared in front of him. Immediately after that, Ning Qi slammed his palm on the Immortal Spirit Qi, causing it to surge violently. After that, the Nine Reserve Divine Bell let out a deafening buzzing sound. Not only did it shatter the Buddha sound, but it also shattered the Buddha sound. He even caused the 21 monks to suffer varying degrees of injuries. Blood trickled down the corners of their mouths!

The three Golden Arhat stopped chanting. They looked at the Nine Reserve Divine Bell in disbelief, as if they had recognized its origin...

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