Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

Everyone watching the scene felt their hearts pounding.

The identity of this young monk was not simple.

His martial uncle dared to attack Su Lan, the general manager of Jubaozhai, and trap her inside. How could he be a simple person?

He must have a very strong background.

Under such circumstances, Jun Wuxie publicly beat up the young monk, and even prepared a set of rhetoric, saying that beating him was to save his life!

What kind of logic was this?

People couldn't help but think of the words the young monk had said before. Why did it feel like the logic before and after was somewhat similar?

It seemed to belong to the logic of a bandit.

That is, what you think is not important, only what I think is important!

"Little monk, please bear with it, I will help you clear your blood."

The ice-coldness in Jun Wuxie's eyes disappeared, replaced by extreme kindness.

As soon as he finished speaking, amidst the young monk's horrified and angry cries, his golden blood-qi flowing palm struck heavily on the young monk's body.

Instantly, the young monk felt as if his bones were about to fall apart. The place that was struck was deeply dented, leaving a clear palm print.

His internal organs suffered a violent impact, and a mouthful of blood rushed out of his throat.

Jun Wuxie raised his palm again, preparing to continue his bombardment.

"Amitabha! Benefactor, your heart is ruthless and you have fallen into the demonic path!" A middle-aged monk walked out of Jubaozhai, his feet not touching the ground, scattering Buddha's light all the way. Faint sounds of scriptures came from within his body.

Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly.

How many people had come from the Great Brahma Zen Sect?

There was one inside forcibly converting Yue Yao and Su Lan.

Adding the young monk he had beaten up, and now this middle-aged monk.

This middle-aged monk's aura was as deep as the sea, his Buddha's light was too pure, like the sun shining, golden light spreading everywhere he passed.

"Lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot, perhaps you can reduce the sins on the little benefactor's body." The middle-aged monk walked towards Jun Wuxie, his footsteps causing Jun Wuxie's heart to throb. Each throbbing felt like being pinched hard by a palm, causing a sense of suffocation.

"Is that so?" Jun Wuxie circulated his blood-qi to protect his heart, and said: "Let that old bald donkey Huiyuan release my sister and Su Lan, and perhaps you can also reduce the sins on your bodies."

"Amitabha, benefactor, do not be obsessed." The middle-aged monk put his hands together, and said with a solemn and compassionate expression: "Elder Huiyuan is helping the two female benefactors open their wisdom roots and convert to my Buddha. This is representing the Buddha to save all living beings, immeasurable merit, seven-level pagoda."

With a "poof" sound.

Jun Wuxie directly slapped the young monk's face into a pulp, blood splattering everywhere.

"Master is too persistent and has developed a heart demon." After slapping him, he looked at the middle-aged monk and said: "I am using massage and Tuina techniques to help this little master clear his blocked blood-qi, saving his life in a crisis. This is doing good and helping others, better than building a nine-level pagoda."

The facial muscles on the middle-aged monk's solemn and compassionate face twitched fiercely a few times.

Everyone's expressions were very interesting.

Today was an eye-opener, two people using bandit logic against bandit logic.

"Good, good!" The middle-aged monk looked full of compassion and said: "Little benefactor has entered the demonic path too deeply, and the heart demon is difficult to remove. This old monk, upholding the great compassion of my Buddha, can only invite the little benefactor back to the Zen sect, stay with the Buddha for a long time, listen to the true Buddha's teachings, and cleanse the evil spirit in his heart, in order to save the little benefactor and avoid harming the world. Amitabha!"

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab Jun Wuxie.

Instantly, a palm condensed from Buddha's light, covered dozens of meters, golden light dazzling, like the hand of Tathagata, descending from the sky, wanting to imprison Jun Wuxie in his hand.

Whoosh!

A streak of purple-red blood light cut through the sky, instantly destroying the hand of Buddha's light.

It was a blood scythe, the front end resembling a crescent moon, the handle nearly two meters long, the whole body flowing with blood-colored light, with runes shining on it.

It floated above Yan Qingcheng's head, the blade pointing directly at the middle-aged monk.

"Amitabha!" The middle-aged monk's expression was solemn as he looked at Yan Qingcheng, who was veiled in purple gauze, and said: "This old monk wants to guide people out of suffering to the other shore, female benefactor, why do you stop me?"

"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva, three thousand six hundred cuts in one breath, cutting and cutting to save the bald donkey." Yan Qingcheng said indifferently: "This deity only wants to guide the master to the Western Paradise to see the Buddha. Master is compassionate, should have the Buddha's courage to cut flesh to feed eagles, why not stretch your neck to be slaughtered?"

The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically, somewhat embarrassed and angry, and said: "Amitabha, female benefactor, you are forcing others to do what is difficult!"

Yan Qingcheng looked inside Jubaozhai and said: "Could it be that your sect's elders are not forcing others to do what is difficult?"

"The two cannot be compared." The middle-aged monk shook his head and said with lowered eyebrows: "Elder Huiyuan is guiding those who are destined to my Buddha. Today's planting is a good cause, and good results will inevitably be produced. The female benefactor's behavior, however, is a butcher knife stained with blood, how can it be compared?"

"Not right." Yan Qingcheng shook her head and said lightly: "The blood scythe passes through the body, the Buddha sits in the heart, this is the true meaning of Buddha. As long as there is Buddha in the heart, my blood scythe can pass through your body. The blood scythe is stained with blood, planting a good cause, sending you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss to meet the true Buddha."

"Amitabha, female benefactor, you are sophistry!"

The middle-aged monk could no longer maintain that solemn and compassionate appearance, his face full of anger.

"Master has become angry, not understanding the Buddha's teachings. It seems that these years of Buddhism have been in vain. Only by going to the Western Paradise and seeing the true Buddha can one understand the true meaning of Buddha."

"Female benefactor!" The middle-aged monk's eyes became cold, he stepped towards Yan Qingcheng, and said: "It seems that the female benefactor, like that little benefactor, has also entered the demonic path. Today, this old monk must subdue demons and eliminate evil!"

After he finished speaking, he directly attacked Yan Qingcheng.

The corners of Jun Wuxie's mouth twitched slightly.

This bald donkey is really lighting a lantern in the toilet, courting death!

Dare to take the lead in attacking Yan Qingcheng?

"Namo Blood Scythe Bodhisattva, three thousand six hundred cuts in one breath, save you to the Western Paradise."

Yan Qingcheng's voice was very calm, without any movement, but the blood scythe slashed out a sky full of blade light.

The speed was so fast that everyone present could not see clearly.

They could only see that, at the moment the blood scythe slashed out, the originally powerful middle-aged monk directly disappeared on the spot.

Only a flying bald head remained, as well as a sky full of minced meat.

Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank slightly, his heart incomparably shocked.

His mental power swept over, counting the pieces of minced meat clearly, not counting the bald head, a total of three thousand six hundred pieces!

In an instant, three thousand six hundred cuts were actually made!

Too terrifying!

What kind of attack frequency was this?

Jun Wuxie looked at Yan Qingcheng in shock.

This beautiful and alluring woman.

In the Nanshan Secret Realm, he had even bullied her and treated her aggressively.

Returning to the outside world, he realized how terrifying she was!

Everyone was shocked by the scene, feeling cold all over and their backs chilling.

A high monk, in the instant the blood scythe was waved, disappeared like that, turning into minced pieces, leaving only a head with wide eyes, full of horror!

In Jun Wuxie's hand, the suppressed young monk was directly scared to collapse.

"Amitabha!" A loud Buddha's chant came from inside Jubaozhai: "A strong person like you actually attacked my Zen sect's lower-level protector, truly unbecoming of your status!"

"Hehe." Yan Qingcheng said lightly: "A Zen sect elder like you personally attacked a little girl who doesn't know how to cultivate, don't you think it's unbecoming of your status?"

"Hmph! My Great Brahma Zen Sect has always had its own reasons for doing things. Guiding the two female benefactors to convert to Buddha is a matter of my Buddhist sect! Your behavior today, could it be that you want your entire family and sect to be connected with my Buddha?"

"What a big tone, you actually threaten this deity! What, you don't want to convert my entire family and force them to convert?"

Yan Qingcheng's eyes became very cold, she stepped towards Jubaozhai, and said: "Since you have said so, today this deity wants to see what you rely on, to be so inflated!"

At this time, Jun Wuxie twisted the young monk's neck and immediately followed.

At this moment, outside Jubaozhai, there was a sea of people watching the conflict.

On the Tianjing Tower in the capital, the First Tower Master and others gathered at the top of the Tianjing Tower, watching Jubaozhai from afar, their faces full of shock.

"That Jun Wuxie, last time on the spirit boat, he invited the Military Saint. This time, although the Military Saint did not show up, that woman in purple is at least a Sect Emperor-level figure!"

The First Tower Master felt that he needed to re-evaluate Jun Wuxie.

This seemingly young man born in a small city not only has a Military Saint behind him, but also a Sect Emperor-level powerhouse.

A Saint Sect-level powerhouse who cultivates military intent cannot always pay attention to a young man, but this young man now also has a Sect Emperor as a backer, and there must be experts under the Sect Emperor.

He analyzed and summarized that there was a force behind this young man, which was definitely extremely strong.

Although it cannot be compared with the headquarters of Tianjing Tower, it cannot be underestimated.

"Even if you associate with such a person, try not to oppose him, otherwise it will inevitably bring losses to Tianjing Tower. By then, even if someone from the headquarters comes to resolve this matter, then I will be unable to escape the crime of dereliction of duty, and I will surely die!"

The First Tower Master pondered secretly and made a decision in his heart.