Peerless Sword God

half year later.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Under the blue sky, flying boats, warships, and chariots galloped, dragging out colorful brilliance like a meteor shower, heading towards the west.

In one of the flying boats, the Tree of Light looked at the situation outside and exclaimed: "Lin Chen, these cultivators from Brahma State are too crazy. They all seem to go to Moyun Mountain."

"Aren't we the same?" Lin Chen smiled.

The birth of Moyun Mountain caused much more commotion in Brahma State than he expected, so he finally decided to go and see what opportunities he could get.

"Many of them are monks," said the Tree of Light.

"It's not surprising. Brahma State is a Buddhist-dominated state. In the eyes of Buddhist cultivators in the Great Wilderness Star Region, this is a holy land for cultivation." Lin Chen said.

"Yes." The Tree of Light nodded.

"According to what we have learned, we will reach Moyun Mountain in another few hundred thousand miles."

Lin Chen looked forward, with a hint of expectation on his face, and then said: "There are many Buddhist holy places in Brahma Prefecture, among which Brahma Gate, Wuchan Temple and Shenye Temple are the most popular, and they are also known as the three major Buddhist and Taoist holy places. If we go to Moyun Mountain, You will definitely encounter Buddhist cultivators in these three holy places.”

"Lin Chen, are you worried about having a dispute with them?" The Tree of Light asked.

"Don't worry, most Buddhist cultivators are still good people. What I'm really worried about is the Shura clan."

Lin Chen smiled and said: "Whether it is the Blood Desire Demon King or the news we have heard before, they all say that there is a resurrection of Shura from ancient times on Moyun Mountain, and there will definitely be a bloody storm."

"That's nothing. Anyway, with Lin Chen's current strength, even if you meet the Holy God of Seven Tribulations, you can still fight. Ancient Shura is nothing, you can kill him without fail." The tree of light said nonchalantly, he said to Lin Chen is full of confidence.

"Soldiers are coming to cover up the water and the earth. I might not be able to learn a thing or two about the Shura clan's style." Lin Chen said with a smile.

The flying boat was traveling very fast. In less than half a cup of tea, Lin Chen and the two saw a majestic mountain suspended in the air in front of them. It towered into the clouds and exuded an ancient and wild atmosphere, which was shocking.

Moyun Mountain has arrived.

Looking around, there are thousands of flying boats, warships and chariots suspended outside Moyun Mountain. There are hundreds of thousands of people, most of whom are Buddhist cultivators. As for the people who have entered Moyun Mountain, I don’t know how many people there are. .

"There are too many people, let's fly over." Lin Chen said when he saw this.

"good."

The Tree of Light nodded, stopped the flying boat, opened the hatch, and went out first.

Lin Chen stepped out of the cabin door in one step and raised his hand to face the flying boat.

He saw the flying boat quickly changing from large to small, turning into a grain of light and flying into his storage ring.

"Walk."

Lin Chen and the Tree of Light flew through the air and headed towards Moyun Mountain.

After flying for a while, a strong aroma of wine suddenly floated in front of them. The smell of wine was very strong, much stronger than the spiritual wine that Lin Chen and the two had drank before.

The Tree of Light looked at the group of figures in front, fixed its gaze on a thin monk holding a wine gourd, and said, "Lin Chen, that's the monk."

Lin Chen also saw the thin monk with a young appearance. He took a sip of wine after walking three steps. He smelled of alcohol and kept the nearby practitioners at a distance. When a monk greeted him, he just waved his hand and continued drinking.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and said to the Tree of Light: "The Holy God of Five Tribulations should be a disciple of the three major Buddhist and Taoist holy places."

The tree of light said with a look of disgust: "Buddhists all pay attention to the rules and precepts. There are five precepts, and drinking alcohol is one of them. This monk knowingly breaks the rules, so he is definitely not a good monk."

"He heard it." Lin Chen smiled.

"Ah." The Tree of Light was stunned when he heard the words, and saw the thin and alcoholic monk stop, look back, and said with a smile: "The little donor is wrong, the little monk has had good wine through his intestines, The Buddha remains in his heart.”

"It's funny. You are addicted to alcohol and you still find an honest excuse for yourself. This is the first time I have seen a monk like you."

The Tree of Light became happy when he heard this and didn't believe his nonsense at all.

"The little benefactor is the tree of light incarnate, which is really rare. However, it seems that he is not a cultivator in our Brahma State. Otherwise, he would not be surprised that the young monk drinks alcohol."

The thin monk laughed when he heard this, raised his hand and pointed at the people nearby: "Look, they are my cultivators in the Brahma State, so they are not surprised."

"Are you famous?" The Tree of Light asked angrily.

The thin monk didn't answer. He picked up the wine gourd again and took a sip. When Lin Chen and the tree of light approached, he clasped his hands and said, "The two donors are polite. The young monk is the chief of Wuchan Temple."

"just you?"

The tree of light had a fat face in shock, raised its hand and pointed at him, its eyes widened.

The thin monk Xingjian put down his hands and nodded with a wine-red face: "It's true."

"It's outrageous that you, a wine monk, can actually be the chief disciple of Tianchan Temple." The Tree of Light said with a speechless expression.

"The little benefactor has good eyesight, and the little monk is indeed called the wine monk." Xingjian said with a smile.

"..."

The Tree of Light was speechless and didn't know how to answer the question.

"The little benefactor is the incarnation of the tree of light, and is naturally suitable for cultivating the power of light. How about coming to my Tianchan Temple to practice?" Xing Jian said half-jokingly.

"Be a monk?" The Tree of Light said in a daze.

"The little donor should have been incarnate for less than a thousand years, and he has already passed through two holy tribulations. This shows that he is extremely talented. If he joins my Buddhist sect, he can enjoy the Buddha's fate." Xingjian said.

"Not interested in."

The tree of light immediately shook its head.

"It's okay to be a lay disciple."

Smile sincerely.

"I told you I'm not interested, so hurry up and leave."

The Tree of Light waved his hand annoyingly and drove him away.

"Hey, as the saying goes, meeting is fate. If the little benefactor doesn't want to enter my Buddhist sect, we can get to know each other." Xingjian said with a smile.

"I don't want to get to know you."

The Tree of Light stared at him boredly.

"Good wine, fragrant."

Xing Jian was not angry at all. He raised his head and took a sip of the wine, with a look of aftertaste on his face. Then he looked at Lin Chen and said: "This donor has a sword breath inside, as if he wants to soar into the sky. The atmosphere is amazing. It can be seen that he is a genius in swordsmanship. I don't know." How to call it?”

"I'm Lin Chen, known as the Heavenly Sword Saint. We came from Fumo Tianzhou. It's our first time in Brahma Tianzhou that we can meet Master Xingjian. I'm very lucky." Lin Chen said with a smile and cupped his hands.

"Holy God of Heavenly Sword? Hey, I seem to have heard of this title somewhere."

Xing was stunned when he heard the words, scratched his bald head, shook his head in distress and said: "Oh, I forgot, I must have drank too much recently." After saying that, he burped, and his mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol.

"Hmph, drinking is causing trouble. You monk, you should go back quickly. I heard that there is an ancient Shura tribe on Moyun Mountain. They might come out and kill you at some point."

The Tree of Light took a step back, fanned the alcohol out of his eyes, and looked at Monk Xingjian with boredom.