After the destruction of Buddhism, it was very difficult to see large and small temples and monks in the cultivation world. The last Buddhist holy land, the Spirit Mountain Temple, was also hidden in Nan Zhan, and very few people from the temple came out. Thus, for many of the younger cultivators in the cultivation world, the Buddhist Sect had even become an illusory legend. However, Fang Xing was born in the mortal world, so he still remembered the Buddha statues in the temples he saw in the mortal world when he was a child. They had kind faces, floating in the world, sitting upright and motionless, as if they were in control of the void of the universe, unchanging since ancient times.
Now, in the tenth formation, Song Guichan was like the Buddha statue he had seen in his childhood.
From his appearance, Song Guichan was just a young man wearing a white robe, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform that was faintly surrounded by red flames. He was like a great Buddha sitting in the void, motionless, his eyelids drooped, and the lines of his face were soft. He was not like Zhao Changhe, who was handsome like a blade, nor was he like Xie Linfuan, who was like an ancient person with a wide forehead and high cheekbones. Song Guichan's appearance was actually a bit ordinary, but the quiet and peaceful look between his eyebrows gave him a holy halo.
This halo made people feel reverence and admiration when they saw him, and they involuntarily felt a sense of closeness.
Although he didn't have any killing intent on his body, in front of him, no one could resist.
Immortal Style, Holy Face, King Appearance!
It was a very strange feeling. When the tenth formation opened, the Pure Yang Daoist Song Guichan appeared in front of the younger generation of Nan Zhan, but in their hearts, they didn't feel as if they were facing a great enemy. They knew that this person was the last obstacle to establishing the Dao in Nan Zhan, and they knew that the Dao Defense Alliance that was used to deal with the cultivators of Nan Zhan was established in his name, but they subconsciously didn't feel any hostility towards him.
For a moment of silence, Song Guichan was like a god, sitting above the heads of the cultivators, as if he was being worshipped.
"Ah … Bah!"
As soon as Fang Xing saw Song Guichan, he didn't like him.
He naturally looked down on people who relied on their faces to make a living!
"You are Song Zhi?"
A loud shout awakened Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu, who had been suppressed by Song Guichan's Buddha-like aura. Fang Xing clasped his hands behind his back, looked at Song Guichan with an unfriendly expression, and said in a loud voice, "In the first few rounds, you've played with the nine energies of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, fiend, thunder, and life. What are you playing with in the last round? Do you think I'm just a glib talker? "
"Song Zhi?"
In front of Song Guichan, the cultivators of South Eye Sect couldn't even think straight, but now they subconsciously thought about it.
However, after thinking for a while, he immediately understood and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Song Guichan wasn't Song Guichan, right?
He didn't know if the Little Devil really didn't know, or if he was deliberately giving people nicknames.
However, the words "Song Zhi" somehow made the pressure that Song Guichan felt in the hearts of the Nan Zhan juniors lessen a bit.
Swish!
Hearing this, Song Guichan, who had his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. There seemed to be a flash of light in his deep, bottomless eyes. When he looked at them, the pressure on the heads of the Nan Zhan cultivators seemed to have increased by nearly a hundred times. The weaker ones among the Nan Zhan cultivators didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They subconsciously lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at him.
"I'll be the tenth round. If you defeat me, you can pass!"
Song Guichan spoke softly, but the meaning in his words was like a chariot rolling over the hearts of the Nan Zhan juniors.
Too arrogant …
When Fang Xing first challenged the tenth round by himself, he was already extremely arrogant.
But now that Song Guichan said that he was the tenth round, it instantly made people feel that he was inferior to Fang Xing.
Was he going to stop all the Nan Zhan juniors by himself?
Even Fang Xing's eyes lit up. He sneered and said, "You're very arrogant, Song Zhi!"
In the face of his ridicule, Song Guichan's eyes remained calm, and even his voice didn't fluctuate at all. He said indifferently, "It's not about arrogance, I just can't bear to see the killing! Fellow Daoist Fang, you broke through the first round, creating rivers of blood and killing countless people. Don't you have the slightest bit of mercy? This tenth round is the Immortal Slaughtering Array. The Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters of the Pure Yang Sect and I control the power of chaos. Even if an Immortal enters this array, he or she will die. I don't know how many of your Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu have died in this array. I don't know how many of my Pure Yang Sect's disciples will die in this array. I can't bear to see this killing, so I intend to take the place of the tenth round. If you still have the slightest bit of mercy, why don't you follow me and send your Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters out of the array? We'll fight to determine the cause and effect of Nan Zhan's establishment of Dao. What do you think? "
"A battle to determine the cause and effect …"
Fang Xing was secretly shocked when he heard that, but he smiled and said, "Are you willing to do that? There are so many of you! "
Song Guichan smiled faintly and didn't bother to explain. He just waved his sleeve and said softly, "Junior Brother Mo, bring the disciples out of the array!"
"Yes, Senior Brother!"
A person behind Song Guichan replied respectfully. Along with the voice, a burly man appeared.
He carried an ancient sword on his back, and his aura was overbearing and oppressive.
He wasn't the only one who appeared. Five people appeared in a row, and they were all distributed around Song Guichan. They were like five guardian Buddhas, floating in the air with high battle intent. They were the five direct disciples of the Pure Yang Sect. The Pure Yang Sect originally had seven direct disciples, but He Lingzi was trapped in the Beast God Pavilion in the Northern Demon Land and hadn't returned yet. Therefore, there were only six direct disciples in this array.
Along with the appearance of these five people, there were hundreds of cultivators in the void. They had a majestic aura and clouds gathered.
They were originally in this void, but they were covered by the Buddha light on Song Guichan's body. At this moment, Song Guichan withdrew his aura, and the group of Pure Yang Sect disciples appeared. They all had arrogant expressions and looked down at the Nan Zhan disciples.
The pressure that this group of Pure Yang Sect disciples gave to the Nan Zhan disciples was more than 30% stronger than the Talisman Tool Path.
Currently, most of the Nan Zhan disciples had experienced a fierce battle in the Talisman Tool Path, and their strength was greatly reduced. If they encountered this group of Pure Yang Sect disciples, they would suffer a great loss. However, no one expected that the moment this group of disciples appeared, it was Song Guichan who wanted them to leave the array. Whether it was real or fake, Song Guichan's action had indeed prevented a huge massacre. Otherwise, if the two sides were to fight, regardless of whether the juniors of Nan Zhan won or lost, there would inevitably be a bloodbath between the juniors of Nan Zhan and the disciples of Pure Yang Sect.
There was no doubt that the Pure Yang Sect disciples were at a disadvantage because the strength of the Pure Yang Sect disciples, coupled with the power of the tenth array, was undoubtedly much stronger than the juniors of Nan Zhan. In order to avoid excessive massacre, Song Guichan sent the disciples of Pure Yang Sect out of the array, and then opened the array door to settle the karma with Fang Xing. However, he had given up many advantages.
Seeing this scene, the juniors of Nan Zhan also looked at Fang Xing.
The disciples of Pure Yang Sect had already left the array, and it was time for the juniors of Nan Zhan to leave. However, they were still waiting for Fang Xing's next words.
For them, the original intention of entering the array was to send Fang Xing to the tenth array and meet Song Guichan. As for challenging Song Guichan, this bold idea was really not something that anyone could come up with …
However, when all the juniors of Nan Zhan were looking at Fang Xing, he just strolled around as if nothing had happened and did not say a word. When the disciples of Pure Yang Sect had left the array, he finally laughed and said to Song Guichan, "Zhizhi Song, I have misjudged you. You actually dared to block the path of the juniors of Nan Zhan all by yourself. Whether you win or lose, you have guts!"
When these words were said, a few juniors of Nan Zhan were a little surprised and turned to look at him.
'That's not right!
He sent the disciples of Pure Yang Sect out of the array because he wants to fight with you to settle the karma … '
However, before this thought could fade away, the grinning Fang Xing suddenly frowned and took a step forward. He clenched his fingers into a fist and swung it downwards. The sky suddenly changed and a dark cloud suddenly condensed in the sky. As Fang Xing clenched his fingers, dazzling lightning poured down from the sky and instantly enveloped Song Guichan.
"Fellow Fang, do you really not care about the lives of the juniors of Nan Zhan?"
Song Guichan placed his right palm in front of his chest. His thumb and index finger formed a circle, and his other three fingers were vertical. Buddhist light immediately soared into the sky from his body, blocking all the lightning that was descending from the sky. During this process, his voice did not tremble at all.
"If you really care about your life, why didn't you do it earlier?"
Fang Xing shouted. Seeing that his lightning technique could not break through Song Guichan's Buddhist light, he simply rushed forward.
"It's your business if you like to pretend, but I'm here to break through the array, not to pretend to be a monk …"
Fang Xing's figure moved like lightning. At the same time, he did not forget to turn back and shout at the juniors of Nan Zhan, "Let's attack him together!"
With a loud bang, his palm energy collided with Song Guichan's and they fought fiercely.
However, the juniors of Nan Zhan were still looking at each other and did not know how to react.
Even if they did, they were a little hesitant. They could not help but think, 'This is not good …'
"That's the logic of things. Even I, a member of the demon race, came here to risk my life for you. Why do you all care about your lives so much? What the Pure Yang Sect does is their business. We only have one goal, and that is to break the tenth array formation. If the Pure Yang Sect guards the array formation, we will lose to them. If Song Guichan guards the array formation, we will lose to Song Guichan. If you care about your lives, you shouldn't have come in just now …"
The Great Golden Crow turned its huge head and sneered. Then, it spread its wings and was about to pounce.
"That's true. It doesn't matter if the disciples of the Pure Yang Sect are here or not. Anyway, I don't plan to retreat …"
Li Ying chuckled. His body was surrounded by ghost energy. He shouted and was ready to attack.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Suddenly, two figures rushed out first. One was Han Ying who was holding a spear, and the other was Wang Qiong who was controlling the Wind and Fire Wheels.
The two youngsters from the Western Desert had one thing in common — they did not talk nonsense.
"Aiya, they got ahead of me again …"
Li Ying let out a strange cry and followed closely behind them.
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