Lord Priest, your Daoist Gu is acting like a demon again

Chapter 39 The Cruelty of the Monk World
"Senior brother, senior brother, the thunderbolt trick that that inappropriate Mo Yanyang used is really powerful!"

"Can you teach me? I've been with you for so long and I haven't even learned any offensive spells. Just teach me. Anyway, it's not afraid to scare people when it's empty."

"All powerful spells need to be supported by majestic spiritual power. You are just an entry-level monk, and you are still in the stage of gathering spirits and training your body. You can't even be called the rank of spells. I will teach you those spells with great lethality. , you can’t use it either.”

"Even if you are lucky enough to let the power you display be greatly reduced, your body will immediately collapse because of the backlash from the inability to support the spell!"

"What's more, what Mo Yanyang attracts is not ordinary thunder, but the nine-layered thunder that can calm all evils, also called the nine-day god thunder!"

"That's it."

Hearing that he was not able to learn those aggressive spells for the time being, the Prince's expression instantly became sad, and hearing that Mo Yanyang's thunderbolt was so domineering, it was even more unbelievable.

"Nine Heavens God Thunder? Squeeze all evils?! No, I saw that Mo Yanyang fully attracted nine heaven thunders, but not only did not cause any harm to Young Master Jun Qi, but was also swept away by Jun Qi's sleeve robe Annihilated, and Mo Yanyang himself was almost crushed into a meatloaf."

"The divine thunder is so powerful, hasn't Jun Qi been smashed to ashes by the thunder?"

Yue Wuxia said in a cold voice: "Mo Yanyang has indeed lived up to the prestige of Canglan's Mo family, he has already ascended to the immortal rank at a young age, but it is a pity that he is facing the young master Jun Qi who shocked the immortal sect a hundred years ago."

"If Jun Qi's physical body hadn't been destroyed a hundred years ago and turned into a ghost, his cultivation had plummeted, and his subordinates were merciful, Mo Yanyang would be no more than an ant to him. How powerful the nine-fold sky thunder attracted by an ant would be, one of the ten thousand This is the limit. If Mo Xuesong, the head of the Mohist family, came then, the outcome would be unknown."

"Mo Xuesong? I heard from Young Master Jun Qi that she is his brother's wife. How can a woman be that powerful?"

It's not that the prince is pedantic, but the secular world he lives in. Whether it's scholars, farmers, businessmen, or border guards, they are all men, while women seem to be men's vassals. The general gods are the best in the world.But now Yue Wuxia told him that there was more than one such legendary woman, how could he believe it.

"Mo's Xuesong, the daughter of the Canglan Mo family, was ordered to be in danger. She was dressed in black and held a huge sword. She killed thousands of enemies with one sword. She led the whole family to turn the tide. She was extremely wise and cold-hearted. Good at balancing, withdrawing from the marriage contract of the Chu family, resolutely marrying the Shen family of the immortal sect, and forming a Taoist couple with Shen Suihan, the head of the double swordsman, the Canglan immortal sect dare not look down."

With profound spiritual power, deep palace, cold heart, ungrateful and unfeeling, weighing pros and cons, using marriage as a tool to earn benefits, the prince was shocked, is such a woman really a woman, or is she a self-proclaimed peerless, indifferent to fame and fortune? How is it different from the Emperor's family that the Xianmen can cultivate such a terrifying Patriarch?
"Xianmen will also attack each other, will they start a war like Nanjing and Canglan?"

Yue Wuxia sneered: "The so-called Xianmen is just a good name for monks to themselves. In fact, it is a force formed by different monks. Xianmen is just another world of mortals. There are conflicts between right and wrong, power struggles, and geographical divisions.

"The difference is that the war between monks is more tragic, cruel, and vicious than the fighting between mortals. There is reincarnation after death in the struggle between mortals, but the immortal sect is bound to destroy the other party's bones and ashes before they are willing to give up."

"The southern border is fine, with the interference and control of Huiyue Palace, but Canglan is different. There are many immortal sects, and the strong and weak annex them, which happens from time to time."

The prince rejoiced and said: "It seems that the monks in our southern border are civilized and harmonious. Those Canglan monks are a group of barbarians. Brother, why are you staring at me? Is there a stain on my face? Your eyes are so cold and scary. You Look at it clearly, I am a junior, not an enemy."

"I'm just surprised, Your Highness, that you grew up in the palace and didn't know the truth about people's ulterior motives. Do you really think that all the monks in the southern border are docile and obedient sheep? Because of their spiritual power, most monks are pretentious and their eyes are higher than the top. , Letting them bow their heads is not easy..."

The prince asked curiously: "So how did Huiyue Palace do it?"

"Discussion."

"Discussion?"

"For those immortal sects who devote themselves to cultivating and being kind to others, Huiyue Palace will naturally move with reason, while those in the world of mortals who are serious and despise human life can only learn from each other."

"Those immortal sects who can't restrain themselves and refuse to obey the control of Huiyue Palace have all been visited by Immortal Master Huiyue for advice. Their suzerains, masters, and ancestors have all been personally visited by priests and priests. Then they surrendered heartily. "

"Uh...awesome..."

It's no wonder that the Xianmen in the southern border are so kind. It turned out that they were all trained by Huiyue Palace. If they have not been influenced by the discussion, it is probably because the intensity of the discussion is not in place.

Therefore, sometimes the truth is really under the power, and the status is really created by one sword and one sword. Every inch of mountains and rivers is every inch of blood. It is also very appropriate to use in the monk world.

(End of this chapter)