Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

"This is a monk who has cultivated into Arahantship!"

The holy monk Zunsheng got up quickly, clasped his hands together, and said: "The old man's name is Zunsheng, and Wutai Mountain presides over it. I will meet the monk!"

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Chapter 98 White-browed ancestor, look at my mighty Tianlong! 【For collection】

Although the holy monk Zunsheng is not as good as the white-browed ancestor, he is not much lower than the white-browed ancestor in terms of prestige and seniority...

After all, as the host of Wutai Mountain, he is also one of the leaders of the righteous path, and has great influence.

Everyone did not expect that the respected and respected holy monk Zunsheng actually stood up and bowed to a young monk himself.

Inside the hall, there were many exclamations.

"Did you hear that the holy monk Zunsheng called him a god monk!"

"This young monk, is it possible that he came from the ancestral courtyard of the three major Buddhist sects and has traveled here."

"I don't know, but I heard from the holy monk Zunsheng that he has attained Arahantship!"

Everyone whispered and talked a lot.

Li Yingqi, one of the two swords of Tianlei, as well as the Emei disciples such as Yunzhong Qizi, also looked at Xu Changsheng in astonishment.

Xu Changsheng's age seems to be a little younger than them, and he actually cultivated into Theravada Realm.

Even the righteous giants like Zunsheng Saint Monk admire him, and he is really more popular than dead people.

Xu Changsheng clasped his hands together, and said in a salutation, "Holy Sang Sheng is being polite, the poor monk's name is Xuan Kong."

"Mysterious Sky Suspended"

When the holy monk Zunsheng heard the words, he thought to himself, "Could it be that the young monk in front of him is the god monk of the Daxuankong Temple!"

Pai Mei Patriarch opened his mouth at the right time and asked, "God Monk Xuan Kong, you just said that there is a way to defeat the Youquan Gorefiend, I don't know if it's true or not."

Xu Changsheng announced the number 117, and replied, "Amitabha, monks don't lie, and a poor monk dares to say that, naturally he has some confidence."

"Oh"

Pai Mei Patriarch was overjoyed and hurriedly asked: "I don't know how the monk can solve the Gorefiend of the Quiet Spring!"

"The method is actually very simple!"

Xu Changsheng swept the Xuantian Sect, Zunsheng Saint Monk, Tianlei Shuangjian Li Yingqi, and Zhangkong Wuji gave him a glance, and said, "Just gather the golden wheels of the sun, the moon, the golden dragon and the Buddha's seal, and the double swords of Tianlei, and work together to blast away the closed blood. hole."

"Then the poor monk enters Chiyou's blood cave alone and surrenders the blood demon of Youquan!"

Pai Mei Patriarch: "..."

Zunsheng Saint Monk: "..."

Tianlei Shuangjian: "..."

The others in the hall were also speechless for a while.

They were expecting Xu Changsheng to come up with a plan to eradicate the secluded spring blood demon, but it turned out to be so simple and rude. This is also called a plan. Said: "The monk is joking."

"Although the gods and Buddhists are profound, the Youquan Gorefiend is also a demonic cultivation base, not to mention that he is still hiding in Chiyou's blood cave."

"The Chiyou Demon God is in charge of the world's wars and weapons, and the blood hole that his blood has turned into can devour all kinds of magical weapons."

"God monk, your Buddha treasure, in Chiyou's blood cave, will be useless!"

Xuantian Sect said: "Last night, my sun and moon golden wheel was almost swallowed by Chiyou's blood hole, but the white-browed ancestor came to rescue it."

"Even so, the ancestors of Bai Mei still fell into the blood cave."

After Xu Changsheng listened to them, he calmly said: The Youquan Gorefiend has not yet fully merged with Chiyou's blood, so the poor monk can't subdue him without the power of the Buddha's treasure."

"Without the Buddha's Treasure, You Can Conquer the Blood Demon of the Quiet Spring"

The white-browed patriarch and the holy monk Zunsheng faced each other and looked at each other.

The seven sons in the cloud, the disciples of all sects whispered to each other, whispering that it was really Xu Changsheng's words, it was so shocking, it was so shocking that he could not stop dying.

The white-browed patriarch fluttered with his wide robe sleeves, and his aura continued to rise, and said, "Well, can the **** monk play against me and let me know the strength of the **** monk."

"Only in this way can we safely collect several treasures and blast open the closed Chiyou blood cave!"

The Tianlei Double Swords are each a quasi-immortal weapon.

The combination of the sun and moon golden wheels is also a quasi-immortal weapon.

Only the Golden Dragon Buddha Seal of Mount Wutai is almost, but it is also a superb Buddha treasure.

Adding up several treasures, it is indeed possible to blast open the closed Chiyou blood cave! Xu Changsheng smiled slightly, his spirit was clear and indifferent, and said: "Okay, we will stop there."

"God monk, where do you want to compete?"

The voice of the white-browed ancestor became: grand and distant, echoing in the hall.

"How about right here!"

Xu Changsheng stood on the spot, and the golden body law rose in vain.

A splendid golden Buddha shadow spread out and appeared above the golden top of Emei.

Seeing this, the white-browed patriarch suddenly raised his head, and the figure of the same broad white robe, immortal wind and daogu, spread and grew bigger, chasing after Xu Changsheng's dharma image.

"Look at it!"

Emei's disciple exclaimed in surprise.

They saw a huge golden Buddha shadow and a huge white Taoist body appearing above the Emei Golden Summit.

What Xu Changsheng displayed was not the Golden Body of Ten Thousand Buddhas, but a simplified form of the Golden Body.

Even so, he felt that it was still enough to deal with the white-browed ancestor who did not have the Haotian Mirror.

As soon as the two figures confronted each other, they immediately fought! The golden bodies of both sides pushed each other sideways, and the palms collided, blasting a majestic wave in the sky.

The sound of the explosion, like a thousand thunders, sounded out of thin air.

"Fight, they fight!"

Zhiqiu Yiye and other disciples hurried out of the hall.

Lian Tianlei Shuangjian, Xuan Tianzong, Yunzhong Qizi and other masters also followed, not wanting to miss the exciting battle.

One is a monk with profound Buddhist teachings, and the other is an ancestor of Baimei who has been in charge of Emei for two thousand years.

They are all the top powerhouses in Dongsheng Shenzhou, who is stronger or weaker, it is not yet known.

After a fist fight, the large sleeves of the white-browed patriarch, hunting and instigating.

Xu Changsheng's golden body is... as stable as Mount Tai, like an immobile king.

The ancestor with white eyebrows thought: "You are so young, you are so powerful!"

"It's not enough to spell mana alone, compare it with supernatural powers!"

The dharma image of the white-browed ancestor returned to its original body in an instant.

He opened his eyes, a pair of long white eyebrows, "Hey...!"

The piercing blast shot out, eyebrows like swords and dragons, and suddenly wrapped around Xu Changsheng's body.

Xu Changsheng returned to his golden body, laughing loudly.

"As expected of Headmaster Emei, the righteous tyrant, even his eyebrows are made like sword threads."

Xu Changsheng's body was bound by the long-brow sword silk, and he did not panic at all, instead he was full of praise.

The white-browed ancestor said in a deep voice, "God monk, you are too much."

"Even if the Gorefiend of Youquan is bound by my long-brow swords, he has to succumb, not to mention a thin-skinned and tender meat like a god monk!"

Pai Mei Patriarch saw that Xu Chang grew up white and pure, and thought that he was only a profound Buddhist, but his physical body was very weak.

Who knows, Xu Changsheng's physical body is a mess.

Xu Changsheng stopped smiling, showing a serious look, his tongue exploded with thunder, and shouted: "Pai Mei Patriarch, look at my mighty Tianlong!!"

"Great Power Dragon"

The white-browed ancestor was startled.

The next moment, under Xu Changsheng's loose robes, like tendons twisted from steel bars, it suddenly stretched, and the limbs and bones seemed to be full of the power of a real dragon.

"hold head high......"

A faint dragon roar sounded.

Pai Mei Patriarch was in a trance, as if he saw a golden celestial dragon wandering around Xu Changsheng's body.

Immediately, Xu Changsheng woke up like a savage dragon, and his arms were vigorously supported, and his long eyebrows, which were as tough as sword threads, all collapsed at once!

Chapter 99 The poor monk's actions are not serious, please forgive me [for collection]

Old Ancestor Baimei was pushed away by Gang's vigor, and his body went backwards. He stepped on the gossip table in the main hall continuously, and stepped on several deep footprints.

He reached out and grabbed a few handfuls in the air, spread out his palm and saw that it was his eyebrows that had been broken into pieces.

"This......"

Ancestor Baimei shook his mutilated eyebrows and looked at Xu Changsheng with a shocked expression.

"My eyebrows are made like sword threads, even if the body of a vajra may not be able to break free.

"

"If you struggle forcibly, it will even be counterproductive. It will only make the long-brow swords tighten more and more, and in turn, they will be squeezed into the flesh and blood, and cut into the bones!"

You know, using scissors to cut the long-brow sword silk, and breaking the long-brow sword wire with the flesh, are completely two concepts.

If Xu Changsheng used some kind of scissors magic weapon to cut the long eyebrow sword silk, the white eyebrow ancestor would not be so surprised.

The white-browed ancestor saw Xu Changsheng's skin breaking off the long-brow sword silk, but it was only slightly red, and there was no trace of scars.

Xu Changsheng shook his shoulders, loosened his muscles and bones, and said with a smile, "Among Buddhists, there are not a few supernatural powers that can sacrifice and refine the flesh."

"The mighty celestial dragon cast by the poor monk can not only fly out to fight the enemy, but also bless the body, making the body comparable to that of a celestial dragon!"

Ancestor Baimei glanced at the broken eyebrows that fell on the ground, distressed, and nodded in approval: "The mana of the gods, the flesh, there is no doubt that they are indeed unparalleled."