"It seems like the news from the West Pole Divine Continent is true. Is this guy really the reincarnation of a living Buddha?"
Liao Yunsheng's face became more and more unsightly.
Now, Tyrant was like a living Buddha. With a wave of his hand, golden light splashed out. He was not afraid of Peng Lang at all. The golden light and the fist shadows intertwined. Tyrant's aura became more and more unstoppable.
Tyrant and Peng Lang were evenly matched. Han Yan was fighting one against three, yet there was no clear victor. The battle between the two shook the sky once again. Golden light shot out in all directions, and the shadows of their fists intertwined. Tyrant's might was fully displayed once again.
"I heard that the monk came from the West Pole Divine Continent. Could it be that Tyrant who made the top ten monasteries of the West Pole Divine Continent feel numb?"
"Most likely. This guy is indeed Jiang Chen's brother. They are not easy to deal with. Jiang Chen caused chaos in the Central Region Divine Land, and that Tyrant shocked the entire West Pole Divine Continent. Both of them are troublesome."
"That's right. Who would've thought that Jiang Chen has such a great ability? Now, half of the Central Region Divine Land's forces have joined in. I wonder who will be the one laughing in the end."
"You guys have forgotten about that demonic man. He is also a very powerful character. I heard that not long ago, at the border between the Central Region Divine Land and the Nantong Divine Land, a peerless demon king's soul appeared. Maybe it's him! "
Someone sighed with emotion. These three brothers of Jiang Chen all possessed powerful skills. Although Jiang Chen didn't have the strength to fight anymore, Tyrant and Han Yan weren't people who could be defeated by just anyone.
"Layers of Demonic Shadows!"
Han Yan held the Imperial Soul Sealing Demon Sword in his hand and slashed down. Layers of demonic shadows swept across the void and shrouded everyone.
"Nine Revolutions Zither Sound!"
"Gentleman Sword!"
"Dual Heavenly Fists!"
The three of them could be said to be like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displaying their own abilities. However, in the face of Han Yan's irresistible demonic shadows, they were all forced to retreat in the end, appearing to be in an extremely sorry state. A cold smile flashed across Han Yan's face. He had no benevolent heart. At this time, the best thing to do was to kill these damned fellows in one go to avoid future troubles.
"Go to hell!"
Yun Geyao, Jun Tianchou, and the others looked pale as a demonic shadow descended from the sky.
"Amitabha, monks are compassionate. Benefactor, the sea of bitterness is boundless. Repent and you will be saved!"
A Buddhist Sect's Hand Seal struck out forcefully, directly dispersing Han Yan's layers of demonic shadows. The clouds parted to reveal the moon.
Han Yan's face was dark. The man in the rough linen robe had a grim expression on his face. He put his palms together and stood in front of Yun Geyao and the others, blocking Han Yan's attack.
"Old Bald Donkey, you really are a lingering spirit."
Tyrant's pupils constricted and his face turned gloomy. He knew this person. He had narrowly escaped death at his hands and escaped from the West Pole Divine Land. Of course, he wasn't alone.
"Tyrant, you're originally a disciple of the Buddhist Sect, yet you've repeatedly injured the people of my sect. Surrender yourself. I won't kill you. "
The monk in the linen robe spoke in a low voice. His voice was stern, and he seemed to be advising Tyrant to repent.
"Old Bald Donkey, do you think I don't know the wishful thinking of your Kasyapa Temple? Isn't it all for the relic in my hand? If I go with you, I won't even know how I died. A bunch of sanctimonious people. After the destruction of the Great Leiyin Temple and the collapse of the Buddhist Sect, how many true monks do you have in the West Pole Divine Land? "
Tyrant said through gritted teeth. He had accumulated resentment in his heart for a long time. As he dismissed Peng Lang, he argued with the old monk from Kasyapa Temple.
"Amitabha, since you're unwilling, then don't blame me."
As the head of the Kasyapa Temple's Commandment Yard, Wu Yan's strength was almost on par with Tyrant's. Furthermore, he definitely wouldn't have come alone.
"Wu Yan, stop pretending. In order to chase after me, who knows how many tricks you've pulled behind my back. In front of the world, you still have to pretend to be righteous. Buddha won't forgive people like you," Tyrant said disdainfully.
Wu Yan's expression gradually turned cold. At this moment, he was also filled with anger. However, as a monk, he didn't continue to argue with Tyrant. Instead, he used his actions to explain everything. He held his Buddhist Discipline Staff in his hand and held his sword in front of him, ready to fight at any time.
"Senior Brother Wu Yan, our Tianluo Temple is also responsible for capturing Tyrant. However, it seems that Tyrant isn't the only person we want to capture. Jiang Chen is equally despicable. Back then, many of our genius disciples died in his hands. In the illusion of the Great Leiyin Temple, we suffered a great loss. I, Zhi Lian, will never forget this debt. "
Tianluo Temple's Dharma Hall's head, Monk Zhi Lian, said with a cold expression. Finally, his gaze fell on Jiang Chen. This was killing two birds with one stone. Jiang Chen was already an arrow at the end of its flight. As long as they captured Tyrant, it would be a complete success.
"Amitabha! Senior Brothers, I, Shi Yun, am late. Please don't blame me. Our Swan Goose Temple wouldn't dare to fall behind in capturing Tyrant. "
Shi Yun said with a faint smile. The three powerful monks had set their sights on Tyrant and Jiang Chen. This time, they had traveled a long way from the West Pole Divine Region. It could be said that they had gone through a lot of hardships. Naturally, their goal was to capture Tyrant. He had too many things on him that were highly valued by the temples of the West Pole Divine Region. It could even be a secret that could change the Buddhist Sect. No one would let Qiyu Temple monopolize it.
Peng Lang and the others narrowed their eyes. Initially, they thought that these old monks were Tyrant's accomplices. However, it seemed that Jiang Chen and Tyrant had offended the people of Tianluo Temple, Swan Goose Temple, and Kasyapa Temple. To them, this was the best news.
"I am the Sect Master of the Baji Sect, Peng Lang. Masters, you've come at the right time. As long as you can capture this monk, leave Jiang Chen to us."
Peng Lang said with a faint smile.
"Amitabha, Sect Master Peng is too kind. We won't let this evil monk tarnish the pure land of the Central Region Divine Land. Sect Master Peng and the others don't need to worry too much about the West Pole Divine Region."
Wu Yan said with a calm expression. The three of them looked at each other. They knew that at this time, they could only join forces to deal with Tyrant. Previously, they had let this guy escape. Now, they absolutely couldn't let him leave. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They also knew about the relationship between him and Jiang Chen. As long as Jiang Chen was still around, Tyrant would not leave. Therefore, they could kill two birds with one stone this time.
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