"Dead!"
The light dissipated, and the cultivators who had attacked Ye Futian and the others had all fallen. They were drowned in the light as if they had been purified by it.
They were too strong. At the Renhuang level, they were probably invincible. There was no way to fight them.
The Zhu Clan was doomed.
In this city, the Zhu Clan was almost at the top of the family power. In addition, Zhu Hou had entered Buddhism to cultivate and learned Buddhist magic. Therefore, the Zhu Clan had the power to be the top family in Jia Nan City.
Under this background, Zhu Hou's behavior was naturally arrogant. Seeing that the four young Renhuangs were extraordinary, he wanted to spy on them. When he met the four cultivators who were born with the Way, his desire to spy on them became even stronger. He did not expect that he would be killed because of this.
No one knew what Zhu Hou was thinking before he died. He died too quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, he was obliterated.
"How dare you." A voice was heard from afar, sounding like a great bell. It was as if the voice of a god had descended from the heavens. Above the sky, beams of shocking divine light shone down, and a group of cultivators appeared in the air.
Everyone looked up at the sky. When they saw these extraordinary figures, their hearts trembled. These were the cultivators of the Brahma Palace, the top force in Brahma Heaven. Zhu Hou had entered Buddhism to cultivate through the selection of the Brahma Palace. Therefore, when he came back, he had some cultivators from Brahma Heaven with him. No one had expected that Zhu Hou would be killed here.
Ye Futian looked up at the cultivators from Brahma Heaven in the void. His expression was indifferent. He had already seen the cultivation of this group with his divine consciousness. Those who had not passed the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path posed no threat to him.
After all, this was only a city of Brahma Heaven. Although the Western World was strong, their overall power might be equal to that of the Divine Prefecture. They would not be so ridiculously strong. In a city of Brahma Heaven, the strongest cultivators were probably at the peak of the Renhuang level. Only the main city of Brahma Heaven had people who had passed the Divine Tribulation.
"Who are you? How dare you kill here!" The cultivators from Brahma Heaven looked down at the ground below, their eyes cold.
"You didn't interfere in what happened before, so don't interfere now either," Ye Futian replied indifferently. His voice was emotionless.
"Jia Nan City is under the rule of my Brahma Palace. Brahma World, why can't we interfere?" the leading expert replied coldly with a domineering voice.
"Is that so?" Ye Futian revealed a look of disdain and said, "If that's the case, why don't you try and interfere?"
The leading cultivator from Brahma saw the look in Ye Futian's eyes and narrowed his eyes. How arrogant.
In Brahma Heaven, there was actually someone who dared to be so arrogant.
"White robes and white hair. His cultivation is at the Renhuang Realm." At the side, a cultivator from Brahma Heaven said in a low voice, causing the others to reveal strange expressions. Two years ago, a great storm had occurred in the Six Desire Heavens and swept through the western world. All the top forces had heard of that storm.
Several Heavenly Venerables died. Until now, Saint Venerable Zhen Chan's whereabouts were unknown. The Zhen Chan Hall almost collapsed, and a Dao Annihilation World appeared in the Six Desires Heavens.
The leader of that storm was rumored to be a handsome young man with white hair and a white robe. His cultivation level was only at the Renhuang Eighth Realm.
The young man in front of him …
The look in their eyes suddenly changed, and they looked at Ye Futian seriously. Gradually, the aura around them disappeared, and the arrogance and dominance from before disappeared.
Was it really him?
In that storm, he actually did not die?
If he was the leader of that storm, he would even dare to kill Heavenly Venerables. Saint Venerable Zhen Chan's whereabouts were unknown because of him. Would he care about a mere Buddhist disciple, Zhu Hou? Would he care about killing a few cultivators from Brahma Heaven?
Most likely, there was nothing he did not dare to do.
Ye Futian heard their whispers and saw their eyes. He knew that they knew who he was, so he could not stay here any longer.
"If anyone follows us, kill them without mercy," Ye Futian said, then turned around and left on the golden-winged Roc.
The golden-winged Roc spread its wings, covering the sky. It directly carried Ye Futian and the others across the void. In the blink of an eye, they pierced through the clouds, and their auras gradually disappeared. No one chased after them. After knowing Ye Futian's identity, the people from Brahma Heaven did not dare to act rashly.
After all, what Ye Futian had done in the Six Desires Heavens was too shocking.
"What's going on?" Before the people around them understood what had happened, Ye Futian and the others had left. Moreover, the people from Brahma Heaven just watched them leave, not daring to chase after them.
"It's him, the person from the Divine Prefecture who caused an uproar in the Six Desires Heavens two years ago. Heavenly Lord Six Desires died because of him, and Saint Venerable Zhen Chan is still missing," someone said. Suddenly, there was a murmur. It was him?
If that was the case, Zhu Hou's luck was a little too bad. He had directly provoked a malefic star.
No wonder he said that those four people were extraordinary. It turned out that they were all Ye Futian's disciples. Was this guy really that monstrous?
However, it was said that now that he had lost the divine body of Shenjia the Great Emperor, he could not use the divine body to fight, and his strength would inevitably be greatly weakened. Even so, the people from Brahma Heaven were still shocked, and no one dared to move.
After Ye Futian left, he did not think about how others would view him. Above the void, in the clouds, the golden-winged Roc spread its wings and soared at an extremely fast speed. Although there had been no news of Saint Venerable Zhen Chan, and no one continued to attack them, it was still a little dangerous to expose their identity. They had to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible.
Naturally, they would not return to the ancient peak where they lived before.
"Master, I heard them talking in the city before. The Ten Thousand Buddha Festival is coming, and this Ten Thousand Buddha Festival will last for a hundred days," Fang Cun said to Ye Futian.
"Well, Master, don't you have something you want to do? You can take advantage of the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival …" Little Ling also nodded beside him.
Ye Futian nodded gently and said, "Master already knows."
From the memory of the golden-winged Roc Moyunzi, he knew that after he woke up from this injury, the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival of the Western Buddhist Realm would soon arrive. This was indeed a huge opportunity for him. When the Ten Thousand Buddha Festival arrived, the Western World would be in a period of absolute peace, and he could do what he wanted to do.
"Go to the Western Paradise." Ye Futian stood on the back of the golden-winged Roc, his white hair flying in the wind, and ordered the golden-winged Roc below.
The golden-winged Roc let out a long cry, as if responding to Ye Futian. Then, it sped up and headed in the direction of the Western Paradise.
The Western Paradise was the supreme land of Buddhism, located at the highest point of the Buddhist Realm.
Ye Futian glanced at Hua Qingqing, who was beside Hua Jieyu. No one knew what would happen to Hua Qingqing on this trip to the Western Paradise.
They came to the Western World for two reasons. One was to train, and the other was to send Hua Qingqing to the Western Paradise. Now, they were heading toward their destination!
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