After refining the monk's Nascent Soul, Master Yimei took out a jade bottle, put the spiritual liquid into the bottle, and then picked up the storage ring that the monk dropped.
Stupid people always seek death.
Okay, now it's your turn, hand over the relic or die!
At the same time, Long Shisan's voice came again. He withdrew his sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the seven Sanxiu who had obtained the relics.
After hearing Long Shisan's words, the seven monks showed a look of unwillingness on their faces. However, facing the people from the three major sects, they no longer had the courage to resist anymore, and could only reluctantly give up what they had obtained before. All the relics were taken out and handed over to the disciples of the three major sects.
Seeing the seven people handing over the relics, Long Shisan showed a look of satisfaction in his eyes. Then he looked at Master Yimei and Master Miaoshui and said: Now, should we discuss these eight relics? Is there a problem with child allocation?
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of Tianxin Buddhist came over.
Putting aside the issue of distribution for now, what we need to be more concerned about now is how to take out the relic from the body of the golden old man.
After hearing what Tianxin Buddhist said, the expressions of Long Shisan and Master Miaoshui became solemn.
They are all top experts. Compared with the eight relics in front of them, what they want more is the top-quality relic in the body of the golden old man.
But just now they saw clearly that before those casual cultivators got close to the golden old man, their bodies would explode into a ball of blood mist. It might not be that easy for them to get the top-quality relic inside the old man.
Master, look, the blood on the ground has disappeared!
At this moment, a young female cultivator in the Purifying Water Sect's team spoke with surprise.
Everyone looked towards the ground following the sound, and their expressions changed.
In the battle just now, many people died, and the ground was stained red with blood. But at this moment, the blood on the ground mysteriously disappeared!
It's the golden old man, he's absorbing the blood!
Someone in the crowd said something, and everyone quickly looked around and saw the hollow in the abdomen of the golden old man who was the only one left on the high platform. Blood flowed into the old man's body from the hollow.
Immediately afterwards, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.
The golden old man slowly opened his eyes. Strangely, his eyes were empty with nothing in them.
Amitabha, who are you and why do you come to disturb the peace of this poor monk?
The next moment, an old voice rang in everyone's ears.
Hearing this voice, everyone inexplicably felt a chill rising in their hearts, as if their souls were about to be frozen.
Seeing that the golden-bodied old man actually came to life, a look of horror flashed in Tianxin Buddha's eyes. He took a deep breath and said: "The poor monk Lingzhou Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect Tianxin has met the master."
Two golden flames suddenly ignited in the old man's empty eyes. He glanced at the position of Tianxin Buddha, and the two golden flames in his eyes flickered violently for several times.
Are you from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect? The tone of the old voice suddenly increased a lot, as if he was questioning Tianxin Buddhist.
Hearing the old man's words, Tianxin Buddhist's heart skipped a beat. Although there was no trace of sadness or joy in the old man's voice, he had a feeling that the old man's voice just now seemed to be suppressing extreme anger.
Gritting his teeth, Tianxin Buddhist admitted his identity as a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and asked the old man's identity.
I am indeed a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. I didn’t know that you, senior
The old man suddenly smiled sadly, as if he was lost in memories, and after a while he said: Thousands of years ago, the poor monk was also born in the Wanfo Sect. Unfortunately, what the Wanfo Sect brought to the poor monk was not glory, but endless pain. pain.
Hearing the old man's words, Tianxin Buddha's face changed drastically, and he was about to speak, but at this moment, the old man suddenly changed his gentle tone and said in a solemn voice: Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, you shouldn't come here. Anyone here can come, but not those from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect!
Before he finished speaking, an extremely powerful aura suddenly erupted from the old man, and two golden beams of light suddenly shot out from his eyes, attacking the Tianxin Buddhist disciples.
This is not the place you should come, get out!
Tianxin Buddha's face changed drastically. He felt the terrifying energy contained in the two golden beams of light. He instantly activated his Buddha power to the extreme and resisted with all his strength.
boom!
The beam of light collided with Tianxin Buddhist's attack, and a loud noise erupted.
puff!
Tianxin Buddhist spit out a mouthful of blood and his face turned as yellow as paper.
Although the poor monk's strength is damaged at this moment, he still has one thousandth of the strength of his peak moment. You can take the poor monk's blow, which makes the poor monk a little impressed.
After knocking back the Tianxin Buddhist disciples with one blow, the old man's voice became calmer again.
Hearing the old man's words, Tianxin Buddha felt horrified in his heart.
One in a thousand? How powerful was the old man in his peak state during his lifetime? Could it be that he is the real Arhat who descended from the Buddhist kingdom?
The poor monk is dead, and everyone can remember the relics left behind, except those from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.
The old man's voice came again, sounding extremely determined, and there seemed to be an undoubted momentum in his words.
There was a trace of unwillingness in the eyes of Buddhist Tianxin, and he asked: Why? You should know that the relics are the most important thing for Buddhists of our generation. This poor monk came to Tianzhou this time to carry out the relics of his predecessors. It will be a supreme honor to welcome him back and enshrine him in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas forever.
Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas? glory? The old man shook his head and sneered. It is indeed a glory for you monks there, but for us ascetics, it is an eternal shame.
Tianxin Buddha's face changed. The old man was indeed an ascetic, and he was an ascetic from ten thousand years ago. No wonder he had such strong resentment towards the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect!
Looking at the old man, Tianxin Buddhist said in a deep voice: Senior, after all, that happened thousands of years ago. Today, the attitude of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect towards ascetics is somewhat different.
no the same? The old man shook his head. Sin can never be concealed. I am afraid that you came here not because you really want to welcome back the poor monk's relics, but because of the curse of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, right?
At the end, the old man's voice was full of ridicule.
After hearing the old man's words, Tianxin Buddhist's expression changed drastically. He could no longer maintain his previous calmness. He looked at the old man with a horrified expression and asked in a trembling voice: "How do you know that? Who are you?"
The old man smiled sadly: The curse of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect was caused by the poor monk. Who do you think the poor monk is?
