Chapter 927 Dharmakaya

Luo Manping frowned suddenly.

This trip, he met seven people.

Some of them he thought he would never see in his life.

Some of them he even thought were his unquestionable enemies.

For some, he was surprised that he unexpectedly did not take action.

When he returned quietly, it was getting dark.

The sun was twilight, and the glow was shining.

The dusk seemed to be a clear line, dividing the sky and the earth.

Then when he looked into the distance, he found that the sky and the earth were not clear, and the light and darkness were not clear, not to mention the faint light and shadow when the yin and yang were clear.

Not bright, not dark.

Just right.

Who is the enemy and who is the friend.

Luo Manping actually didn't know.

In the past, he thought the leader was right, even if he had doubts in his heart, they were suppressed. Until now, he gradually became confused. Perhaps, welcoming the leader back was not a wise choice.

In fact, many problems in the past were covered up by the leader's strength and great talent.

Now, the leader's cultivation has not recovered, and he relies on Luo Manping. He feels that the leader is not doing the right thing.

Strong Taoism will cover up all problems. When the strongest protection is gone, doubts will come one after another. Even Luo Manping begins to doubt whether he is doing the right thing.

Is the leader's death just because Zuo Tianwang covets the position of the leader? Why can Zuo Tianwang unite with outsiders and command the Dharma King and the elders in the sect? After the leader's death, the sect is also calm, as if everyone has breathed a sigh of relief. This is inseparable from the leader's personal style of doing things.

Of course, Luo Manping, who saved the leader from the dilemma, also has his own calculations and plans.

Not only is he loyal, but he also wants to gain greater benefits in this game. However, to make a profit, you must not only be strong, but also have a sufficient identity.

As the benefactor and confidant of the leader, the pillar in the most dangerous moment is obviously stronger than being an ordinary Dharma King who is close to Zuo Tianwang.

In the relationship between people, there are left, center and right.

Even the great monks are no exception.

…

After returning to the Holy See, Luo Manping heard his subordinates report that someone wanted to see him and had been waiting for a while.

“Please let him in.”

Luo Manping glanced sideways.

The person who came was Mr. Shu from the Northland Camp, one of the five masters under Tianwang Luo Tianpeng, and the most famous think tank. He led the intelligence agency for Luo Tianpeng to make the most accurate judgment.

At this time, this person was waiting by the side with a smile, saluting respectfully.

Mr. Shu was short in both body and mind, much shorter than ordinary people, not to mention Luo Manping who was about ten feet tall.

Luo Manping asked, "What advice do you have, Mr. Shu?"

Mr. Shu said, "I am here to deliver the invitation. Three days later, my master will hold a banquet in Beiyuan and invite the Dharma King to come and have a chat."

He handed over the invitation.

The invitation came into Luo Manping's hands.

He looked at the invitation and said lightly, "No need. The leader is young and has little practice. He needs someone by his side."

"My master is very sincere."

"Say, you must meet the Dharma King."

Mr. Shu was not anxious. He was very calm after hearing Luo Manping's refusal. However, it seemed that he would not leave unless Luo Manping agreed.

Luo Manping glanced at Mr. Shu and refused coldly: "I have nothing to see with him, let alone talk. If you want to fight, just come on."

"You go back and tell Luo Tianpeng that I, Luo Manping, am not a fence-sitter, let alone a traitor."

Mr. Shu's face tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "Please think twice, King of Dharma, this is just..."

"Don't force me to fight."

"I have heard that there are five masters under the King of Heaven. I think your strength is not weak."

Luo Manping casually opened it, and black flames burst, turning the invitation in his hand into ashes. The body of the Dao, which belongs to the Dao of Force, is like an infinitely extended giant hand of heaven and earth that holds the entire space firmly in its hand.

Mr. Shu bowed and said goodbye without saying anything more: "The King of Dharma may regret today's decision."

Until Mo Chenshu's figure disappeared at the door of the hall.

Luo Manping whispered softly: "Regret?"

When he thought of what the leader had done, his brows unconsciously frowned again.

However, when he remembered the Zunhun Banner held by the leader, Luo Manping suddenly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his holy eyes. It was really a rare treasure in the world.

Even if he could not become the successor of the leader and could not control the great sect, as long as he could control the treasure, his hard work would not be in vain.

If you want to achieve great things, you can't be a fence-sitter, let alone regret your body.

If there was no Zunhun Banner, he might be shaken and question Luo Tianfeng's decision and plan. Now he doesn't need to think about anything more, just pay attention to and pay attention to the Soul Banner.

In this struggle, he can do nothing.

Mr. Shu walked fast, and he had expected such a result in his heart.

But he was not afraid of Luo Manping, because Luo Manping still looked like a normal cultivator.

What he was afraid of was Gusu Cuiguang.

That man would never threaten or say much before killing someone, and he would kill people when he took action, so the king did not send any of his men, but went to meet Gusu Cuiguang in person.

As for what they discussed and what the final result was, they didn't know.

They only knew that Gusu Cuiguang really didn't move.

Mr. Shu left in a mess, but his face was not depressed, but very happy.

There are both hard-headed and soft-headed people in the Great Sect, some who only see the present and some who plan for the long term.

Having such a person who can jump the head can help them focus on their goals and attract those uneasy elements, so that they can gather under Luo Manping's command so that they can catch them all in one fell swoop.

…

Luo Tianfeng did not wait for Luo Manping to return to the Nirvana Palace, but waited for a strange cultivator in the Refining Void Realm.

The blood-soaked body stood up, and his bright eyes fell on the saint, pondering who this person was, Luo Tianpeng's, the stubborn forces in the Great Sect, or the old king in the south.

Who would benefit the most if he died?

Was it Luo Tianpeng, who finally ascended to the position of the leader after the internal fight but still faced internal and external troubles, or was it the stubborn forces of the Great Sect who drove Luo Tianpeng away and established a new leader, perhaps the new leader was born for the times, with great talent and strong strength.

Or was it Nan Tian who sat on the mountain and watched the tigers fight.

Luo Tianfeng locked onto the old king without any surprise.

That man was dying, but he was still alive.

Not dead, which meant that his ambition was still alive.

Compared to Luo Tianpeng, the old king was more eager to become the leader to change his own situation, because he was dying and urgently needed natural treasures to prolong his life. If possible, it would be best to break through the current realm and continue the longevity path.

Luo Tianfeng said calmly: "The old king sent you here, right?"

The third eye on the horn turned slightly.

The strange saint sneered: "Young people are confused, don't they even know who their enemies are? I'm not afraid to tell you directly that I am here to send the leader off on the order of the left king."

As he spoke, the holy power bloomed.

It was as if the earth was splitting and the sky was collapsing, and the mountains and rivers were falling.

There was also a divine light in his hand.

He got detailed information. Although the young leader was the leader's bloodline and could stimulate the undefeated Shura Dao body, the refining of flesh and blood could only push him to the peak of the second step.

Even if he possessed the Saint Pressure, he was a fake Saint who couldn't be more fake, and he was not to be feared at all.

The thought of being able to kill the leader of the great sect with his own hands.

Crush this genius who has not yet grown up, the strange saint felt his blood boiling, and a supreme pleasure flashed in his heart.

"The light of the sky is extinguished."

A dazzling divine light burst out from the palm.

A thunderbolt gradually took shape.

At the moment it appeared, the entire Divine Palace was shocked by the lightning as powerful as a meteor.

It was like an ancient war spear, crossing the long river of time to penetrate the future of the little leader.

However, facing such a terrifying scene, the little leader did not see any fear on his face.

He still stood calmly on the blood-colored lake, and just said lightly: "If it weren't for my profound skills, my divine body could not move rashly, and I could cut off your head with one knife."

The strange saint looked down from above, standing on the cliff of the Divine Bridge, with a sneer on his lips.

Everyone can talk big.

But this is probably the last words of the little leader.

"Die!"

The mission will be completed as long as he kills himself.

The divine light falls.

It is all white.

It seems to collapse everything.

The handsome face under the light does not change color at all, and he only says calmly: "Kill him."

The strange saint is stunned, and his divine sense bursts out to scan the world.

What he is waiting for is the moment when Luo Manping leaves.

According to the intelligence, except Luo Manping, the monks guarding the little leader are not worth mentioning. How can he be so calm at this time?

However, after the divine sense bursts out and completely clears the field of vision, the heart that the strange saint just raised falls down. It turns out that he is worrying too much.

Boom!

The extinction divine light collapses.

Even the space has cracks.

The strange saint has decided to turn around and leave, but he narrows his eyes.

He did not feel the vitality dissipating.

After the light swept away like sea waves and smoke, a tall figure appeared in front of the young leader, raised one hand and took over his magic.

He looked closely.

The arm was left with only dark bones.

The bones were like black jade, more like the divine iron of Jiuyou that had been tempered and forged for thousands of years, and only then was it shaped into such a weapon-like body.

The strange cultivator of the Void Refining Sect said in a deep voice: "A strange saint?!"

He stared at the tall figure with a deep look.

Although he was solemn, he was not afraid. They were both Void Saints in the lower three realms. The opponent was arrogant and resisted the magic and lost an arm. His combat power was at least reduced by 30%. His chances of winning were still great, and the strange saint had to protect the young leader who could not use the top profound skills, and he could not let go of his hands and feet.

Just as he was thinking about how to do it, something shocking happened in front of him.

As if time was going back, the bone arm grew flesh and blood, and it was restored to its original state in an instant.

Seeing this shock, the strange saint cast his escape light without saying a word and without looking back.

Luo Tianfeng shouted: "Leave him!"

The main soul with red hair on the top corner suddenly waved his arms, and two blood lights suddenly blocked the strange saint's way.

Under the gaze of the strange saint, the two blood lights gradually turned into two figures.

Seven feet tall, with red hair on the top corner.

No different from the saint who made the move.

Three Flower Dharma Body.

Also called the Three Pure Ones by Tushan Jun.

He still likes the latter title, this Taoist title full of charm.

I wish you all a happy May Day holiday.

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