I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

"To protect evil spirits and kill fellow believers, do you want to make an enemy of the world's spiritual cultivators?"

After a long time, a monk with a long beard wearing a gray-white cloth and carrying a big hammer behind his back came forward with a sword and shouted harshly.

"Representing spiritual cultivation in the world? Are you worthy?" Qin Yao sneered again and again.

"Presumptuous." The long-bearded monk was furious: "You may be strong, but if we people go up shoulder to shoulder, you may not be able to withstand it."

Qin Yao clasped his hands together, summoned a huge golden body of Arhat, and threatened everyone: "It is not me who is arrogant, but you. Finally, I will give you a chance and leave quickly. I don't care about your offense. Act of."

"You are so arrogant." An unruly young man with a purple jade crown on his head and a face as white as jade stood on top of the flying sword. He swung a flying sword from his sleeve and flew towards Qin Yao's eyebrows. He yelled: "Today I need to give you a gift." Give me some lessons to teach you the consequences of arrogance."

With a thought in Qin Yao's mind, the huge Arhat Dharma form outside the body quickly penetrated into the body. The body of the soul suddenly accommodated such a huge power and grew uncontrollably. In the process, the surface of the soul body continued to crack, endless Pain instantly filled all his senses, making a warrior like him who was not afraid of life and death unable to help but roar.

"Snapped."

After becoming several times bigger, Qin Yao slapped the flying sword that was flying towards him. When the young man was stunned, he slapped him again with his backhand, knocking him down into the void instantly and hitting him like a meteor. land.

Looking at the warrior exuding a violent aura, all the spiritual cultivators felt a chill in their hearts. The long-bearded monk felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. When he saw the other person's eyes suddenly looking towards him, his heart trembled and he hurriedly shouted: "Come in together. , kill this demon king first and then talk."

Hundreds of spiritual cultivators woke up from a dream, and immediately the flying swords at the feet of the imperial envoys fell down like overwhelming numbers.

"ha."

Qin Yao opened his mouth and spit out a burst of sword energy, smashing several flying swords, and then used his soul body to rush towards the spiritual cultivators with flying swords.

When those flying swords fell on him, most of them would be blown away directly. Even if some sharp swords pierced his body, it didn't seem to affect his combat effectiveness at all.

In the Bai Mansion, Uncle Jiu and Fahai both saw Qin Yao's plan at this moment, so they did not help him defend against the enemy. Instead, they worked together to form a defensive barrier to block the flying swords.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Qin Yao rushed into a group of spiritual cultivators. He did not use any advanced combat skills. He just raised his arms and drew his bow from left to right. He slapped them in the face with his big mouth one after another. Many people's blood vessels burst and their faces were covered with blood. Many people see stars in their eyes and don’t know what is going on.

Gradually, hundreds of spiritual practitioners had no time to worry about the people and monsters below, and spontaneously formed a circular circle, surrounding the tyrannosaurus-like figure, and fought selflessly.

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

Their swords were like hammers, constantly hitting Qin Yao's red-hot iron, giving him an outlet to vent, and at the same time poking sword holes in his body, causing the divine power to turn into colorful colors. The fog flew out, effectively avoiding the terrible consequences of death due to explosion.

"die!"

During the fierce battle, a monk took out a big red gourd, pulled out the stopper, and pointed it at Qin Yao.

"Crack, crackle." Countless electric lights rushed out from the inside of the gourd, hitting Qin Yao like a thunder dragon, frantically strangling the aura on his body.

"Refreshing." The electric light consumed a lot of the power of the golden body, causing most of the severe pain in Qin Yao's senses to dissipate immediately, and he was in a good mood: "Work harder, with this kind of intensity, who are you looking down on?"

The monk: "..."

Be good.

What kind of monster is this?

"Watch me kill this beast." A spiritual cultivator pulled out a long black knife from behind. The essence and spirit merged into one, and the human and knife merged into one, turning into a jet-black blade, like a flying swallow in a violent storm. With violent force, he slashed at Qin Yao.

Qin Yao raised his head slightly, and suddenly opened his eyebrows and raised his eyes. A bright white-gold light beam flew out of his eyes and collided with the long knife in an instant.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

Under the continuous attack of light beams, the precious sword that was cherished by spiritual practitioners was broken inch by inch, and soon there was only a handle left in his hand.

"My sword!" Lingxiu was shocked and angry, but his reaction was not slow and he quickly avoided the sharp edge.

Qin Yao turned his head, and the divine power rays swept across many flying swords, even cutting off the bodies of many spiritual cultivators.

When each body fell from the air to the ground, and the blood mist was carried away by the strong wind, the spiritual cultivators were frightened, and felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

They wanted to leave, but found that everyone who tried to escape would suffer the most violent blows from the monster, ranging from being shot to the ground, and they did not know whether they would live or die. In severe cases, the body was directly beaten to pieces, leaving no bones left.

"I am Langya Sword Cultivator, please let me live." After being beaten and unable to walk, some people began to plead for mercy, hoping that this fierce god could give their sect some face.

However, Qin Yao had no intention of considering the consequences at this time. He had reached the most dangerous edge, and his soul was in danger of being completely broken at any time.

If he couldn't succeed in one fell swoop today, he wasn't sure he would have the courage to do it again.

As each spiritual cultivator died under his fists and feet, their bodies dyed red with blood, the remaining spiritual cultivators knew that their way of life was cut off, and gradually began to fight for their lives regardless of the consequences. Attacks surged like a violent wind, trying to fight with them. perish together.

In the courtyard.

Xiaoqing felt chills running down her spine as she silently moved closer to Fahai.

Bai Suzhen looked at this scene with eyes dazedly, with strange emotions surging in her heart, so that her cheeks turned slightly red.

Uncle Jiu pursed his lips, feeling shocked.

He finally understood what Qin Yao relied on to catch up with his forty years of hard training in just a few years.

This kind of crazy attitude of daring to risk his life for a breakthrough is something he doesn't have.

Opportunities are opportunities, but not everyone can seize them.

Qin Yao is so crazy.

Half an hour later.

There was only one figure left in the sky that looked like it had been fished out of bloody water. The blood evil energy emanating from it made the white snake tremble with fear.

Soon, he fell from the air and said to Uncle Jiu: "Master, I want to retreat."

Although he now has a very good relationship with Fahai, in this world, the only one he is willing to trust is Uncle Jiu.

"Go back to your room, I'll guard the door for you." Uncle Jiu said warmly.

Qin Yao didn't say anything nonsense, he used the escape technique and disappeared instantly.

Uncle Jiu came to his door unhurriedly and sat cross-legged outside the threshold, sitting upright like a god.

"What a pity." Fahai said quietly.

"What's a pity?" Xiaoqing was puzzled.

"It's a pity that he is not my disciple of Buddhism." Fa Hai said: "If he is willing to abandon the path and follow the Buddha, if he does not die young in the future, the lowest achievement he can achieve is Sotapanna Arhat. If he gets the support of Buddhism, he may not be unable to achieve the fourth fruit."

"I don't understand." Xiaoqing knocked on his head.

Fa Hai paused for a moment and said: "Arahants have four realms of fruition. These fruits are fruit levels. The first fruit is the lowest, which is the Sotapanna fruit. The fourth fruit is the highest, which is the Arahant fruit. I say, he has become a Buddhist. The talent of the Dharma Protector Arhat is a pity that he has followed the Tao..."