Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 108 Impossible

Eastern coast of China

I saw a group of people wearing various costumes looking at the sea with longing eyes. There were old men in Taoist robes, middle-aged men with bulging muscles in smart clothes, and even enchanting young women with righteous faces. of ordinary people.

They are all monks from nearby sects or leaders of local forces. After receiving the news, they came here non-stop one by one, just for the upcoming god.

"Look, something is flying over!"

The sharp-eyed monk exclaimed, and everyone immediately straightened up their expressions, straightened their clothes, and looked at the sea in a prepared manner.

I saw a divine light streaking across the sky, and a figure wearing a Tai Chi Taoist robe came walking in the divine light. The rough sea suddenly became calm with the arrival of the Taoist.

Zhou Xian raised his eyes and glanced around the crowd. He knew most of them, most of the sect leaders in the East China Sea region, and he had patronized their sects before.

"Kunlun sect Xue Chen has met the saint."

I saw a person with two young men, a man and a woman, bowing respectfully. He was Xue Chen, the master of Kunlun. The young man and woman behind him were Kunlun's outstanding disciples, Kunlun Pisces, who was a rare rival among the younger generation.

This time he was traveling with his disciples, but he didn't expect that such a big thing would happen when he just traveled to the East China Sea. A saint who was suspected to be an ancient saint was going through the tribulation, and later he came to the earth and came to the middle-earth.

"Is this a saint? So young!"

The young man and woman behind Xue Chen glanced curiously at Zhou Xian. They were startled when they saw the young and handsome face of the other party. They really didn't expect that this saint was so young. He seemed to be about the same age as them.

Of course, as practitioners, it is impossible to judge people by their appearance. Maybe this is an old monster that has lived for thousands of years. Of course, they are just secretly complaining in their hearts.

Upon seeing this, all the sects came forward to salute one after another, hoping to gain the favor of the saint, who might be able to soar into the sky.

After everyone had finished their salutes, Zhou Xian did not show off. After returning the salutes, he said: "I am a poor Taoist. I feel that it is not easy to practice on earth. I will give a sermon at the top of Kunlun in three days. Anyone who is destined can come and listen to the sermon." .”

As for those who are destined to be together, Zhou Xian did not tell them. Anyway, those outside of China are not destined to be destined. Who is to say that he is not interested in the West.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look happy. Being able to hear a saint's sermon was a great opportunity, and it might be possible to break through the current level of cultivation.

For a time, everyone shouted:

"Sage Taixuan has mercy!"

But in my heart, I began to think about asking my seventh aunt and eighth aunt to go to Kunlun Mountain.

The leader of the Kunlun Sect was confused. Their sect was located on Kunlun Mountain. Where did the saint in front of him want to preach? Such heaven-shaking wealth has actually come to their Kunlun sect?

For a moment, Headmaster Xue Chen couldn't help but feel as if he was in a dream, and even what Zhou Xian said was somewhat unclear.

"Headmaster Xuechen, don't you mind if I borrow the valuable land from your sect?"

Hearing this, Headmaster Xuechen nodded instinctively, then realized what he was doing and said quickly: "It is truly an honor for me, the Kunlun Sect, to have the saint come to visit us. I am too late to be happy, so how could I refuse?"

He is not crazy, how could he refuse such a good thing? If he refuses such a great opportunity, I am afraid that the elders in the sect will tear him to pieces. Zhou Xian nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this, and with a wave of his hand, he tore apart the space to form a space door. Behind the door was the Kunlun Mountains in the mortal world. Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but sigh that the saint's magical power was indeed extraordinary.

As Zhou Xian stepped into the door, everyone couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Although Zhou Xian kept restraining his breath and looked like an ordinary Taoist, no one dared to show any signs of neglect.

After all, this is a saint, an invincible existence on earth, not to mention that whether it was the tribulation under the sea of ​​stars or the battle on Mars, they still vividly remember it.

Now that Zhou Xian had left, everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief and began to discuss. Some began to congratulate Master Xue Chen of the Kunlun Sect.

While everyone was talking about it, a slovenly Taoist's face kept changing, as if he had seen something incredible, and murmured to himself:

"How is it possible! This is impossible!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man on the side patted the Taoist in confusion and asked, "Old magician, what are you muttering about? Could it be that you are possessed by an evil spirit?"

This was the first time he saw his old friend looking like this, and for a moment he thought he was possessed by an evil spirit.

The sloppy Taoist priest glanced at the middle-aged man, and then said angrily: "Fuck you, which evil spirit dares to possess me, guess what I just saw?"

The middle-aged strong man picked his nostrils and said nonchalantly: "What can you see? Could it be that you saw another secret?"

Seeing this, the sloppy Taoist priest was silent for a moment, and then said quietly: "If I said that the saint just now was only thirty years old, would you believe it?"

"How is that possible! Thirty years old? Are you kidding?"

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly widened and he exclaimed. He thought it was impossible even if he was three hundred years old, let alone his thirties. This was the realm of a saint. Those who had lived for thousands of years dreamed of it. Realm!
The middle-aged man's exclamation immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone cast doubtful glances. When they saw the middle-aged man, they couldn't help but become even more confused.

Although the middle-aged man is not dressed to show off, he is the head of the Haisha Sect. Although he is not as good as those top sects, he can still be regarded as a first-class one. It must be a big deal to cause such a big reaction from the other party.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man pointed directly at the sloppy Taoist priest, sneered and shouted: "Guess what this old magician just said? He said that the saint just now was less than 30 years old. How ridiculous is this?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, saying that it was impossible, they must have seen it wrong, but when they saw that it was a sloppy Taoist priest, they couldn't help but fell silent.

Although the sloppy Taoist priest is sloppily dressed, he is the head of Tianji Sect. Many of them have asked him about Tianji.

Seeing this, the sloppy Taoist priest sighed deeply: "I also hope it's fake. After all, this is really unbelievable, but our secret age-cutting technique has never gone wrong..."

As he spoke, the sloppy Taoist suddenly fell silent, as if he was also doubting whether there was something wrong with his secret technique.

Everyone was silent when they saw this. If it was true as the sloppy Taoist priest said, then what kind of monster must this Taixuan Saint be to have such a level of cultivation at such an age? Let alone the current Dharma-ending era, even the ancient world has never heard of it, right?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Everyone shook their heads, obviously not wanting to believe that someone could become a saint in their twenties, especially some older practitioners.

They have been cultivating all their lives, and some have lived for thousands of years. You tell them that a young man under thirty years old has become a saint? Doesn't this call them useless people?
(End of this chapter)