Authentic Magic Gate - Chapter 85

[Chapter 85]

“Then I hide?” Nagarjuna asked.

“No need, stay with me.” Ye Ting put the refining sword pupil as far away as possible, and finally saw the appearance of the visitor clearly.

The head is wearing a khaki cassock, holding a tin cane, a large head without a crown, and a bald head with pits. A string of Buddha beads round his neck is white and round, and he is tall and strong.

Twenty-four monks followed behind this monk. It was very interesting. There were both demon and Taoist sects. Obviously, they were not together. They were forcibly gathered by this monk to walk together.

There is actually a monk from the Moon Sword Sect? This is even more interesting, wanting to coerce Jianxiu is not only something that can be done by strong strength. Jian Xiuning can’t bend, if you want to control Jian Xiu, you have to be mentally prepared to be bitten by Jian Xiu.

At least this monk’s persuasion skills are first-rate, but fortunately he is not from Tennoji.

Ye Ting was thinking about how to deal with this matter, when the monk suddenly glanced at the sky and seemed to see the existence of the refining sword. Ye Ting didn’t dodge either, so he looked at the monk with his magic sword pupil.

The monk raised his hand towards the Demon Refining Sword Tong, Ye Ting thought for a while, and then released the corpse demon golden armor. He jumped on the corpse demon golden armor and sat down, leaving Nagarjuna in front, followed by himself, facing the corpse demon. Walk in the direction of the monk.

The monk was also traveling at a normal speed and did not appear aggressive. The two sides approached a distance of twenty feet before they stopped. This distance was extremely close to the monks in the liquid condensation stage.

The monk took a few steps forward again, his voice was like a bell, and he said to Ye Ting: “The poor monk has heard more, the Tiejian Temple Discipline Institute enforces the law, dare to ask the donor…”

“Ye Ting, disciple of Dragon City, this is my bodyguard.” Ye Ting nodded to Na Duowen.

Duo Wen was awe-inspiring, he could see that the relationship between Ye Ting and Nagarjuna was dominated by Ye Ting, but he didn’t expect that Nagarjuna was Ye Ting’s guard. Tiejian Temple is too far away from Fengzhou, and I have never heard of Dragon City. Fengzhou is also very closed to the outside world. Wang Lieyang passed by when he was traveling, and only knew a little about Dragon City.

The corpse demon gold armor is an extremely powerful piece of equipment, and he can’t see through the level.

“This secret realm has been blocked by the strong, so why don’t we go together to avoid risks?” Duo Wen invited.

Ye Ting smiled and said to Na Duo, “Of course it’s not good.”

“Why is this?”

“I’m a monk of the Demon Sect, I can’t believe you monk.” Ye Ting smiled, but his eyes fell on Jianxiu of Yuejianzong. That Jianxiu frowned, as if he had something on his mind.

“Master Ye, Tiejian Temple is not a line of commandments.” Duo Wen was not angry, and still had a strong sense of boxing.

“Oh?” Ye Ting’s eyes turned around and landed on the monk’s head. He smiled and said, “Master, I am on good terms with Moon Sword Sect. I want to have a few private words with him. I wonder if I can?” Ye Ting pointed at The monk of the Moon Sword Sect.

The monk Duo Wen was stunned for a moment, if he wasn’t right, what he just said would be a fart. Ye Ting’s opinion was first spoken by Ye Ting, and he had already refuted it.

“Nothing is impossible.” Monk Duowen turned to his side, and the Moon Sword Sect cultivator stepped forward, walking towards Ye Ting.

When he came to the three feet in front of Ye Ting, the corpse demon Jinjia suddenly bent over, grabbed him in the palm of his hand, and lifted it up. Monk Duowen’s eyebrows tightened, but he saw the corpse demon Jinjia raised the Moon Sword Sect cultivator to Ye Ting, and Ye Ting and the cultivator faced each other.

“I have an old relationship with Master Lieyang, what’s your name?” Ye Ting retracted his magic sword pupil and looked straight into the sword repairer’s eyes.

The Moon Sword Sect cultivator felt the sword intent bursting out and exploded in the Niwan Palace. He suddenly woke up and turned around, shouting, “Fellow Daoist, save me! That monk is…”

Ye Ting doesn’t care who the monk is, before the Moon Sword Sect cultivator can finish, his attack has already been launched, the thunder light is roaring, and the Thunder Origin Seal is released, and nearly a hundred swaying thunder balls with electric light cover the opposite twenty-four a monk.

Duo Wen sneered, raised his thick palm, a golden palm swelled in an instant, facing Lei Yuanyin’s attack and swept over.

“Buddhism is boundless!” Monk Duowen exclaimed. Nearly a hundred lightning balls penetrated the golden palm he released, and mercilessly swept across the bodies of those foundation-building cultivators.

Twenty-three foundation-building cultivators, eighteen below the seventh-level building, screamed under the attack of Lei Yuanyin. The five monks above the seventh floor of the foundation building were still barely standing, and the corpse demon Jinjia took a step forward and slapped it down.

Hearing a lot of anger, it is nothing to die for a few monks, but these monks were collected by him and used for cultivation. Seeing that he is about to enter Buddhism, this is a great merit!

Nagarjuna opened his mouth and spat out her demon weapon, an amber bodhi bead.

Duo Wen was immediately attracted by Nagarjuna’s demon weapon, and the pupils in his eyes turned into golden Sanskrit characters. This is at least a million years of Bodhisattva!

Ye Ting is waiting for this opportunity. No monk will not be moved by Nagarjuna’s bodhi beads. If he is moved, then he will die!

A sword light lit up in the purple-gold lotus stage, which made him feel terrified. He heard a direct-to-the-heart shouting question: “Duo Wen, you know the sin!”

Ye Ting had Nagarjuna by his side, and the star demarcation method determined that there were no other enemies within a distance of 120 miles. This was used without any scruples. Most importantly, even if you fail…

Nagarjuna held a bronze rhombus mirror in both hands. Looking at Duowen, she let go of one hand and stroked the mirror with her fingers, swiping across Duowen’s neck in the mirror. In the Linghua Mirror, Duo Wen’s head flew into the sky, and blood splattered everywhere.

Duo Wen covered his neck tightly with his hands, as if he was really decapitated by Nagarjuna.

How can it be! I have built a purple gold lotus platform…

Yes, I am guilty. In order to improve my cultivation, I have tempted many people to enter Tiejian Temple and become temple slaves. He clearly knew that the abbot had turned into a demon, but he never thought of stopping him, and instead acted as a feint for the tiger. What a big iron threshold temple, from a Buddhist holy place to a hell on earth.

I’m guilty!

Duo Wen raised his head and saw that Ye Ting jumped from the huge puppet and slashed with a sword.

Ye Ting remembered the lesson, and if he didn’t kill his opponent, it would be difficult to end the punishment. Unless you are ruthless, you can make up for one more sword on your soul. Then why?

This bald thief was easily broken by himself, and he did a lot of bad things. If this life is magnanimous, he can support for a while longer, recalling the mistakes of the previous life.

Ye Ting dared to come up and use the slaughter, without worrying about backlash, it was not because the cultivator of the Moon Sword Sect asked for help. Controlling more than 20 cultivators to follow him, the means used by this monk Duowen must not be very bright.

With a single strike, the eyes of the refining magic sword dissipated and turned into a lotus pattern on the sword light again. He circled around Na Duowen, chopped off the space equipment and Buddhist treasures, and brought them back to Nagarjuna.

Nagarjuna was also excited. This sneak attack was mainly about herself. First, she used the bodhi beads to attract the attention of monk Duo Wen. After Ye Ting asked her to be executed, she released the Seven Emotions Mirror, which directly shook Duo Wen’s Buddha’s heart.

In the past, if you want to kill a Dharma King so quickly, both yourself and Ye Ting will suffer some damage!

Ye Ting controlled the corpse demon gold armor to move forward, slapped it down, and put all the struggling monks into the corpse demon gold armor. The Yuejianzong cultivator was shocked when he saw it, Ye Ting looked back and said to him, “Are there any friends of yours here?”

“No.” Moon Sword Sect cultivator shook his head.

Fortunately not, Ye Ting thought. Controlling the corpse demon gold armor by yourself is a bit irritable, at least you have to screen the target before you start.

However, he was able to save the Moon Sword Sect cultivator purely because of the resonance of the sword energy, and it was usually difficult for the cultivator whose soul was controlled by someone to recover. just die…

Ye Ting didn’t struggle for too long. Most of the rules in the Demon Sect, killing innocent people indiscriminately, were aimed at mortals. In the face of monks, the bottom line of Demon Sect is to refine living souls. He killed twenty-three base-building cultivators by himself, and the master would not scold him at all. This indiscriminate crime is smaller than killing twenty-three mortals.

It’s just a matter of introspection later. Ye Ting thought of this, and said to Long Shu: “I want to absorb this much news, you help me protect the law.”

“Yes.” Nagarjuna’s alert was mainly aimed at the monks of the Moon Sword Sect, and no one from the sect was approaching nearby.

Ye Ting mobilized the corpse demon golden armor and put Duowen’s corpse in it. In the corpse demon golden armor, the sound of the grinding disc turning sounded, rumbling like thunder. Ye Ting took the initiative to run the Qinglian sword song to suppress the irritable emotions in his heart.

After a full quarter of an hour, Ye Ting felt that the backlash of the corpse demon golden armor had stopped. If you don’t take the initiative to control it, it will be difficult to control your emotions and become bloodthirsty and violent. In severe cases, you may not even recognize the people around you and attack indiscriminately.

Also, the slaying of sins can’t be used any more. The consumption of true qi and divine sense is purely different from person to person. This time, the loss is greater than any other time. More than 80% of the infuriating energy is exhausted at once, and the soul is a little tired.

This is simply a desperate means. With Nagarjuna, he can kill Duo Wen with Qinglian Furious Sea.

With Nagarjuna, he shouldn’t rely too much on Inquisitorial Slaying.

For the first time, Ye Ting had doubts and worries about Qinglian Jiange. If you use too much Inquisition, will you become the same person as Island Master Jinao?

No matter how much you admire him, don’t do it!

When this thought was born, it became a seed, which was rooted in Ye Ting’s thinking. In the future, no matter how good he is in practice, he will eventually go to another path.

Inheritance from master to apprentice never has the same result.

After receiving the corpse demon gold armor, Ye Ting asked the name of the cultivator of the Moon Sword Sect.

“My name is Ma Yun, and I am under the tutelage of Li Zhenyi. The people who have been cleaning up the evil sect on the periphery of the secret realm, the secret realm has changed greatly. I came to meet the master, and I will not meet the monk of Tiejian Temple. Tiejian Temple was originally a Buddhist sect. He has an excellent reputation. I didn’t expect… he actually controlled my soul, if it wasn’t for the resonance of the sword energy, I’d be better off dying.” Ma Yun looked ashamed.

If a sword cultivator died in battle, it would be nothing, and it would be a great shame to have someone control his soul.

“Your master died in battle.” Ye Ting didn’t care whether Ma Yun could stand it or not, and directly told the truth.

“What!” Ma Yun had just gotten rid of his soul control. Hearing the bad news, he was a little overwhelmed, his eyes were red, and he couldn’t shed tears. The eight-foot-tall man just stood there shaking.