Reverend Mingjue did not mind the sarcasm in Su Wei's words. He replied in a gentle tone, "The leader of the Alien Tribe is a genius. I am ashamed of my inferiority. In the battle that year, I lost completely. Because of that, I was left with an incurable disease.
I have been sitting in the monastery for more than 20 years. If I did not gain something by chance, I would not dare to go out and embarrass myself.
No matter how useless I am, I will not make things difficult for a child.
However, Benefactor Su's son, Little Tan Yue, was born with a devil fetus. In order to avoid harming the world, I have to invite him back to Qing Liang Mountain. I hope he can cure his devil nature with Buddhism.
Hierarch Chen is the pride of his generation. He is even better than the leader of the Alien Tribe when he was the same age. I do not dare to hope for victory. I only hope that Hierarch can stay for a while and fight for a way out for our sect. "
"Reverend, you are really a good monk. Back then, you were seriously injured by the leader of the Alien Tribe. Now, you can still join hands with the Alien Tribe to invade our Sanctuary." Zhang Tianheng said.
Su Wei glanced at him and nodded to himself.
It seemed that his words were sarcastic, but Zhang Tianheng was secretly testing the other party. Other than Left Virtuous Prince Xiu and his men, how many other experts of the Alien Tribe had come south?
Especially, whether the leader of the Alien Tribe had come out of seclusion or not.
Reverend Mingjue did not seem to notice the trap in Zhang Tianheng's words. He answered very frankly, "The Black Emperor came south because of his personal grudge with Hierarch Chen."
Su Wei's eyes flashed. "Reverend, you are a monk. Don't lie. The Black Emperor was defeated by our Hierarch. He fled for his life. It was only because of the help of 'Wind Wolf' Leeb, who is ranked fourth among the Twelve Flying Generals under Saber Emperor, that he was saved."
Reverend Mingjue answered, "As far as I know, Wind Wolf and the Black Emperor are old friends. He came because of friendship."
"Wind Wolf" Leeb grew up with the leader of the Alien Tribe and Left Virtuous Prince. It was not a secret. The Devil religion had also heard about it.
However, the sickly Mahākāśyapa answered every question with an honest look, which made it hard for the people of the Devil religion to judge whether his words were true or false.
"Reverend is merciful, bemoaning the state of the universe and pitying the fate of mankind. You insisted on redeeming my son. I am deeply moved by your actions, but why haven't I seen Reverend redeem the Black Sovereign?" Su Wei asked calmly.
Reverend Mingjue said, "Benefactor Su is indignant in your heart. You feel that the Basaltic Temple bullies the weak and fears the strong, but there's no need for that. Benefactor is the first seat of the Devil religion Basaltic Temple. The Basaltic Temple purifies your son's devil nature, so naturally it will not provoke Hierarch Chen like this. It's even more difficult than provoking the Black Emperor.
What he was looking for was just luck.
Working together with the Black Deity was not what I wanted, but it was a rare opportunity.
If he missed this opportunity, he might not have the chance to have the Black Emperor, the Sword Emperor, and the Emperor Xia head south together without the Three Sovereigns around.
However, man proposes, God disposes. From the looks of it, Hierarch Chen's skills are profound. Although the battle with the Sword King was affected, it was not a big deal.
Unfortunately, there is no turning back. We can only try our best and sacrifice ourselves for the Dao.
Your son's devil star descended from the sky, and I and my brothers can't turn a blind eye. Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will? If there's no other choice, I'll give up this stinky body. "
"Reverend, you have a good mind." Su Wei sneered, "But don't forget that your Qing Liang Temple is facing the non-humankind head-on. You gave up your body and stayed in the Holy Domain of our sect. Even if we don't settle the score with you, your Qing Liang Temple will be destroyed."
Reverend Mingjue answered calmly, "Then it depends on Benefactor Tao and Benefactor Li's preparations."
Tao Wangji.
Li Yuanlong.
"Also, if it's the Black Sovereign, although the Wind Wolf is there to receive him, he might not be able to return to Mo Bei safely," Reverend Mingjue said.
Zhang Tianheng raised his eyebrows, "Reverend is really despicable, open and aboveboard …"
"Tianheng."
At this moment, Chen Luoyang's voice came from within the hall.
Zhang Tianheng and Su Wei kept their mouths shut.
Reverend Mingjue, who was shrouded in Buddhist light, chanted the name of Buddha.
He was more than happy to continue arguing with the other party.
But obviously, the Hierarch of the Devil religion did not intend to give him this chance.
In the end, they had to fight.
"I've overestimated myself. Please enlighten me, Hierarch Chen."
Reverend Mingjue's voice gradually faded.
The Sanskrit chants and the sound of drums became louder and louder, almost deafening.
But such a clamor did not make one's mind restless. Instead, it became even more peaceful.
It was so peaceful that it was difficult to extricate oneself.
His mind was empty, and he could not think of anything else.
Su Wei, who was in the Martial Ancestor Realm, felt slightly dazed even with Zhang Tianheng's help.
Those whose cultivation bases were lower than his were affected even more intensely.
In front of everyone, with the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage as the center, the surrounding few kilometers were enveloped by a glazed Buddhist light.
In the Buddhist light, one could vaguely see lotus flowers blooming and Bodhi trees growing.
Thousands of Buddha's Pagodas stood in great numbers in midair.
There were many Sarira pearls on the pagodas, emitting five-colored light.
Golden lamps hung above the pagoda. The light from the lamps shone brightly, illuminating the entire world.
People could hear the Sanskrit chants lingering in their ears, and their noses seemed to be able to smell the fragrance of sandalwood, which made their minds even more calm.
In the end, there was a faint Buddha preaching above the Six Dragons Emperor Carriage.
That Buddha was not an illusion, but seemed real.
The Buddha's figure became larger and larger, filling up the world.
The Emperor Carriage seemed to become smaller and smaller, as small as a speck of dust.
The six dragons roared uneasily at first, but their roars soon became softer, and their eyes were filled with confusion.
Zhang Tianheng and Su Wei looked at each other.
No wonder Sickly Maha dared to come out again.
He had really figured out a way to bring out the strength of the thirteenth realm, the True Form realm.
Although it was not the power of Emperor Wu that people usually talked about, it was a suppression from the mind.
But the level of power was undoubtedly not something that King Wu could compare to.
The Sanskrit chants of the Qing Liang Temple were one of the best in the Divine Land, and could almost be called the first musical killing technique.
Now that Reverend Mingjue had cultivated for many years, his attainments in the Sanskrit chants had reached the point where he could turn the false into the real, using the Sanskrit chants to create the Pure Land of Buddhism.
Although the Six Sounds of the Burning Sea of the Devil religion's 36 secret techniques was also a famous and domineering musical killing technique, it could not compare to the Sanskrit chants.
Demon Sect experts of the same realm could not use the Six Sounds of the Burning Sea to fight against the Pure Land of Sanskrit …
Just as the two thought this, they heard Chen Luoyang's voice coming from the hall behind them.
"Sickly Maha?" His tone was calm.
"You are not sick, just stupid."
As the voice sounded, there was a "dong" sound.
The sound was extremely ear-piercing, instantly destroying the peaceful atmosphere of the Pure Land.
Then, there was another "dong" sound.
It was like metal clashing.
An endless murderous aura spread, causing fear and excitement in one's heart, causing one's blood to boil.
In the hall.
Chen Luoyang sat high up on the throne, calm and composed.
The fingers of his right hand tapped on the armrest of the chair.
"Dong … dong … dong …"
The tapping sounds that were usually inconspicuous were like invisible divine weapons, coming from the Six Dragon Emperor Carriage and piercing through the Pure Land of Sanskrit.
Right now, he could at most use the power of the thirteenth realm to break the Sanskrit chants. Three moves might not be enough.
But what the Hierarch did not know before, I know now …
Chen Luoyang's eyelids drooped.
The black light that was flashing in his eyes turned dark gold.
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