Chapter 1831: Buddha's Voice

Half a month later, Huanxi Mozun still did not appear, but the news of this place has spread like a plague. More and more monks rushed here, even the Immortal Dynasty True Immortal where Huanxi Mozong belongs, They also came with a large number of soldiers, stationed at a place fifty miles away from the stele. Teams of soldiers exuding a murderous aura stood neatly, silent and motionless. The nearby monks did not dare to approach this place. Because the killing intent on these sergeants was condensed together, ordinary monks could not resist it.

"Master, why didn't we take action to suppress this son? If Mozun Huanxi knew that we didn't help, I'm afraid it would be difficult to bear his anger."

A female cultivator who looked no more than twenty looked at Ning Qi with a frown, and then her gaze fell on Immortal Fanlu.

True Immortal Fanlu exudes the aura of the Creator of the Eight Tribulations. He is one of the top 30 true immortals among the three hundred immortals. A young monk who is harmless to humans and animals, if there is not a large group of Fanlu Divine Army standing behind him, ordinary monks will certainly not think that Fanlu Zhenxian will be the lord of the dynasty.

"Ning Beixuan is the leader of the Alchemist Alliance, Bodhi Dandi is his senior brother, and the Alchemist Alliance is the most vengeful. If we take action to suppress it today, the supply of pills in the future will definitely be reduced by 50% or even 80%. Since he did not act to wreak havoc Huanxi Demon Sect is just sitting quietly, why bother him? We have come all the way to help Huanxi Demon Sect."

Immortal Fanlu said lightly.

After a pause, "Lingyu, I know you like Wu Chongxian, but since he is dead, let's take it easy. Master advises you, Huanxi Mozong has no true feelings."

The nun bowed her head deeply upon hearing this.

When she and Immortal Fanlu first came here, she had already heard the monks around talking about how Wu Chongxian and others were beheaded by Ning Qi, so she wished to lead the army on the spot to kill Ning Qi as Wu Chongxian Revenge, but she didn't expect that this thought in her heart would be seen through by her master.

"The aura emanating from this son is only the Creator of the Seven Tribulations, but he can kill Wu Chongxian and several other elders of the Seven Tribulations of the Huanxi Demon Sect. He has extraordinary combat power. He can be regarded as a Tianjiao-level figure, but he doesn't know that among the Tianjiao, Subordinate or medium..."

Immortal Fanlu's eyes fell on Ning Qi, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

With the passage of time, almost all the sects affiliated to the Huanxi Demon Sect received the news and rushed here with a large number of monks, and some sects directly attacked Ning Qi without even inquiring about it. After being completely wiped out by Ning Qi, the ground in front of the stele was already stained red with blood. After that, no monk dared to do it arbitrarily.

"Look! The monk from the Nine Temples Ancient Temple is here!"

Blossoming golden lotuses came through the sky and landed in front of the stele, sitting on it were one after another old monks who looked as if they were about to ascend to the ascension, their bodies exuded a thick and warm aura of Zhengyang!

"Three golden-bodied arhats have come to the Nine Temples Ancient Temple..."

Fanlu Zhenxian's eyes changed slightly. The monks of the golden body Arhat level are all the creators of the Eight Tribulations. They can be regarded as the strongest existence in the Jiusha Ancient Temple except for the abbot. As far as he knows, there are two more Arhats who are dying. within the impenetrable territory.

There are three old monks from Jinlian, followed by eighteen monks of different ages. The breath of these eighteen monks is slightly weaker than the first three, but each of them is also the Creator of the Seven Tribulations. The monks in the Immortal Realm and the Faxiang Realm can see the difference, but those creators who came to watch the excitement once again sighed in their hearts. They are worthy of being one of the seven major sects. One person is an extremely powerful person who can sit on one side!

Glancing at the blood-stained land, one of the old monks looked at Ning Qi with a smile and said, "The benefactor is Ning Beixuan?"

"Is there something wrong?"

Ning Qi slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the group of monks indifferently, feeling a little strange in his heart, the Jiusha Ancient Temple has always had a bad relationship with the Huanxi Demon Sect, so why did he come to join in the fun today? But strange is strange, but Ning Qi doesn't mind offending another Nine Temples Ancient Temple.

At his current state, the seven major sects are bound together, and he will not be allowed to take a second look. Only the existence of the Yuan Zun class can make him feel a little jealous.

"Ning benefactor, the Huanxi Demon Sect is one of the seven great sects. It is superior to all other sects in the Central Continent, so there must be no chaos. If there is a chaos, the world will be ruined. Please benefactor, please take care of me and the old monks." In terms of face, let's leave now?"

The old monk smiled.

"Detached from the major sects in the Central Continent? Monk, do you also view the Jiusha Ancient Temple in this way?"

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"Please ask the benefactor to forgive me. If there is anything else, we can discuss it after Huanxi Demon Venerable comes back, how about it?"

The old monk did not answer Ning Qi's question.

"Haven't I been waiting? Do you think I have killed those ants?"

Ning Qi said with a half-smile.

"Well……"

The monks looked at each other. The facts were indeed as Ning Qi said, but a stone tablet was placed here, and seven words of killing were written on it with blood. This is a bit insulting to the Huanxi Demon Sect. Although they are independent, in fact, everyone is prosperous and everyone is hurt. Huanxi Demon Sect is blocked by people, so it is not the face of the other six sects?

"Since the benefactor doesn't want to leave, I'll recite a rebirth mantra later, hoping to wash away the murderous aura on the benefactor."

The old monk smiled slightly and sat down cross-legged.

When the rest of the monks saw this, a coldness flashed in their eyes, and they all sat cross-legged. Immediately afterwards, Buddhist voices came from their mouths.

A faint golden light descended from the sky, covering the group of monks, and the Buddha's voice was transformed into incomprehensible ancient characters one by one, suppressing Ning Qi.

The monks around only felt chest tightness and a little uncomfortable, but Ning Qi, who was targeted by this group of monks, was under pressure thousands or even ten thousand times stronger than them.

"Three golden arhats, 18 ordinary arhats, and 21 people chanted the mantra of passing away together. Even I couldn't bear it. How can this wash away the killing intent of the other party? If the cultivation base is a little lower, they will be saved directly. !"

Immortal Fanlu's complexion changed slightly.

"You want to save me? Okay."

Ning Qi sneered, and the Jiuyun Divine Bell suddenly appeared in front of him. Immediately afterwards, Ning Qi slapped it heavily, and the surging fairy spirit rushed in, and then the Jiuyun Divine Bell made a deafening sound The buzzing sound not only shattered those transformed Buddha voices, but also caused the twenty-one monks to be injured to varying degrees, with a trace of blood spilling from the corners of their mouths!

The three golden arhats stopped chanting the mantra, and looked at the Jiuyun Shenling in disbelief, as if they recognized its origin...