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Chapter 796: Shen Yi from the Three Immortal Sect is here to take you away

"I come!"

There was a monk who couldn't stand the arrogance of the thin and dark monk, so he shouted and jumped straight into the clouds.

Compared to the previous disciple from the Golden Light Cave, the realm of this tall and strong cultivator is obviously much deeper. Although he is not considered to be the best in Beizhou, he is also a backbone that has reached the level of sixty-six changes.

And he had obviously learned his lesson. This time, not only did he not reveal his cultivation level, he didn't even reveal his family's address.

As soon as he stepped into the clouds, he quickly took out various magical weapons, both for offense and defense, and then stared at the opponent with a serious expression, ready to find a flaw and wait for an opportunity to strike.

But when he found that the monk was still walking towards him step by step as before, he felt inexplicably panicked.

The opponent was clearly full of flaws, but he felt like he didn't know where to start.

"Ziwei Divine Palace, suppress it!"

A hint of anger flashed across the face of the tall and strong monk. He waved his sleeves to summon the phantom of a towering palace, which was covered with purple clouds. He smashed it down with a mighty force, intending to imprison the thin and dark figure inside.

This is the most common method used by immortals to deal with practitioners, and no one can find fault with it.

However, the next moment, the monk from Xuantian Mountain moved his arms slightly, bent down, and with a deafening roar, he actually carried the Ziwei Palace on his thin shoulders.

boom!
The monk took a step forward, and yellow clouds rolled away from him.

He carried the mountain-like palace on his shoulders, and from the initial slow steps forward, he gradually changed to brisk steps. Even the Ziwei Palace itself began to collapse with the violent ups and downs.

The tall and strong monk saw this horrifying scene and waved his hands in panic, simultaneously summoning three defensive magic weapons to block in front of him.

On the monk's expressionless and haggard face, a barely perceptible hint of cruelty appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He stopped suddenly, and all the turmoil ceased.

As his arms swelled, the wreckage of the hall was thrown out violently, instantly tearing the light curtain and smashing the bronze bell. Finally, it fell on the ant-like figure, knocking it flying more than ten thousand feet away.

Many disciples of the Three Immortals Sect hurriedly stood up and hid from the wreckage of the palace. For a moment they looked in a miserable state, like frightened birds.

"Come again." The dark and thin monk clapped his hands casually, without any complacency on his face, but glanced forward indifferently.

"..."

The eyes of the seventy-two golden immortals were all focused here.

The senior disciples from various sects also stared at the monk with gloomy expressions, but after a long time, no one stood up.

Just as Li Shan was about to move, he was pushed back by a sharp gaze.

He frowned and looked at his master.

Xuan Weizi shook his head. No matter how much he admired Shen Yi, and even thought that it was a good thing for him to become the Immortal Emperor, when it came to the great catastrophe, how could he completely abandon his own disciple? He had to strive for some hope no matter what.

Li Shan’s opponents should be the geniuses of the Bodhi Religion.

If you act prematurely, people will only find out your true intentions.

“This…” Facing the monk’s provocation, the other Three Immortal Sect disciples subconsciously looked behind them, only to find that none of their senior brothers and sisters who had led them to rapid progress in Dongzhou in the past were willing to take action at this moment.

This is a discussion between the two religions, and there is no stopping. That means they have to force themselves and others to take the stage according to the seating order.

The immortals were excited while eating and drinking.

But now look at the miserable state of the two disciples just now. Although they are not dead, they will definitely have nothing to do with the incense after they recover from their injuries.

The greed in the hearts of the immortals gradually faded away and turned into a bit of timidity.

On top of the four majestic peaks.

The Joyful True Buddha smiled faintly and looked down quietly.

Just as he had thought before, the offensive driven by greed was not worth mentioning at all.

Did the disciples of the Three Immortals feel that they were no match for the disciples of Xuantian Mountain? Not necessarily, they just didn't dare to gamble. This competition would determine their future after the catastrophe, and it was too big to allow for any mistakes.

Everyone wants others to try it first.

On the other hand, the disciples of the Bodhi Sect had just suffered many casualties and were forced to retreat. Although they were also thinking about the incense, they also had a desire for revenge and to be proud.

"Senior brother, please enlighten me."

The Immortal Sect disciple who was forced to go on the field had just stepped onto the yellow cloud and his voice became noticeably softer.

His cultivation level is not even as good as that of the tall and strong monk just now.

Not only was their strength inferior to his, they also lost their momentum, so their fate was already sealed.

After only relying on the magic circle to escape for a while, the cultivator was grabbed by the back of the neck by the monk from Xuantian Mountain. Despite such a huge disparity in strength, the monk still slapped the cultivator on the chest, shattering most of his Dao Fruit.

"Brother, please spare my life—"

With a howl, the Immortal Sect disciple flew backwards and rolled out of the yellow cloud.

This brutal scene instantly stimulated both parties watching the battle.

The faces of the disciples of the Immortal Sect were pale, while the eyes of the monks were full of excitement.

The disciples who followed suit performed worse than the other, and all ended up seriously injured, until it was Master Haoming's turn.

Although his mountain gate is not obvious, he can get a glimpse of it by occupying nearly half of Kaiyuan Prefecture across the Tianta Mountain.

Zhenren Haoming is already one of the cultivators with the most powerful foundation in the Three Immortals Sect, apart from those direct disciples.

But at this moment he looked extremely guilty, looking back every few steps, and by the time he stepped into the clouds, his face was as pale as death.

"I...I admit defeat."

Master Haoming hesitated for a long time, as if he was under great psychological pressure. He raised his head and said something that made all the 72 Golden Immortals change color.

He was afraid before the fight even started, and admitted defeat without making a single move. This was not simply embarrassing, it was clearly him letting the monk trample on the dignity of the Three Immortals Sect.

However, what is even more surprising is yet to come.

Master Haoming was halfway through his words and was about to bow to the four first-rank giants. As soon as he raised his arms, a gust of strong wind blew in front of him.

His face suddenly changed, and he stared straight at the haggard face that suddenly approached him. The next moment, the fist of the monk Xuantianshan, carrying the golden river, fiercely pierced through his Taoist body.

Master Haoming flew backwards like a broken sack and crashed into the crowd.

There was an uproar.

It is hateful that the disciples of the Immortal Sect admit defeat, but this group of monks have gone to the extent of not even giving them this chance.

"Sorry, I was too nervous just now and didn't hear clearly."

The thin and dark monk retracted his fist and apologized lightly.

Master Haoming twitched slightly, his whole body feeling torn apart by pain. Coupled with the strange looks from his fellow disciples, the other immortals all avoided him, as if they were some filthy creatures that should not be approached.

He could only curl up his body and wish he could dig a hole to hide himself in.

At this moment, a white palm slightly covered his face, shielding him from those piercing gazes. A spiritual light emerged in the palm, helping him to dissolve the golden river in his body.

"..."

Master Haoming looked through his fingers in a daze, only to find that he had fallen next to Master Taixu.

The other party sat cross-legged quietly, and was the only one in the field who did not avoid his fellow monk.

You know, he had offended this True Lord before, and even wanted to drive demons to destroy the immortal temple on Tianta Mountain.

Thinking of this, Master Haoming suddenly felt a little sad, and his voice was full of self-blame: "Brother... I was too scared... I couldn't defeat him, and I couldn't bear to give up the incense that Beizhou had accumulated..."

What responded to him was not a scolding, but a clear and calm voice. "Don't blame yourself."

Shen Yi looked straight ahead and said calmly, "It has nothing to do with you."

This simple sentence moved the other disciples. It was obvious that the monk from Xuantian Mountain was not someone they could defeat. However, in order to learn more about the monk's background, the other brothers and sisters were willing to go up and die, even at the cost of having their Tao fruits shattered and their future ruined.

It was such a simple matter, but no one dared to speak out.

Because this is also what the Golden Immortal elders meant.

Now, it was actually said so lightly from the mouth of his first disciple. This would greatly affect the other elders' impression of him.

"..."

Many of the disciples' faces changed slightly, showing some displeasure.

It was clearly a strategy designed for the great sect to eventually seize the position of the Immortal Emperor, with the overall situation in mind. How come it became so unbearable in the mouth of Senior Brother Taixu?

After all, you, Master Taixu, are just standing there watching coldly. What qualifications do you have to comment?

Unlike everyone else, a hint of shame flashed across Li Shan's face and he looked towards his master again.

This time, Xuanweizi hesitated slightly.

Although his disciple is the sect's trump card second only to Taixu, if this continues, the momentum of the entire Three Immortals Sect will be destroyed.

He could almost see that situations similar to Haoming's would be everywhere.

It would be better to let Li Shan take action first to regain some face than to send Taixu directly to the monks for observation.

"Ugh."

Xuanweizi nodded helplessly.

After getting the master's consent, Li Shan finally clenched his five fingers and looked at the monk with cold eyes.

However, at the same time.

Shen Yi casually removed his hand that was covering Haoming's head, then patted his clothes, stood up, and took only one step before his body merged into the void.

"Brother!"

Before Master Haoming could recover from the other party's gratitude for rescuing him, he saw this scene.

Most of the golden river in his body had already dissipated, and he stood up, reaching out to grab Senior Brother Taixu, but the void in front of him twisted slightly, and the figure of Xuanshang was already suspended above the yellow cloud!
"It's over!"

Master Haoming's heart skipped a beat. Without looking back, he could feel the gazes of the seventy-two golden immortals who wanted to kill him.

The concerns of many of the disciples may be selfish, but they are certainly true.

But the one who should have the most concerns is actually Senior Brother Taixu.

Because of the other party's recent actions, he has long become a thorn in the eyes of the Bodhi Sect, and they wish to smash him to pieces. The Bodhisattvas in the sky have long been staring at him.

"Bastard!"

Lingxuzi was so angry that he almost fell down.

Shen Yi is the opportunity bestowed by God to Lingxu Cave, and has already opened up the front end of the bright road for himself. As long as he doesn't do anything weird, with the help of the Emperor, his throne of the Twelve Golden Immortals is already almost secure.

But this kid is only thinking about destroying this bright and glorious road.

Those disciples haven't made a move yet, and Li Shan hasn't stepped forward either, so how can it be your turn, Shen Yi!

"I……"

Li Shan never thought that just taking one more look would cause things to turn out like this. He turned back to look at his master blankly, only to see that Xuan Weizi's face was also livid, which was rare.

The rest of his disciples were also stunned.

Really, really did it?
Amid the yellow clouds, even the other disciples of the two sects who were fighting each other stopped what they were doing involuntarily and looked towards the figure at the top of the sky.

Many Bodhisattvas showed ecstasy on their faces.

Monk Miaoyin was the worst among them. He could never have imagined in his dreams that the fight had just begun and he had already lured out his mortal enemy. How did such an impatient young man become the first disciple of the Three Immortals Sect?

"..."

Emperor Dongji's face darkened. He really wanted to use this situation to put pressure on Shen Yi, intending to force him to submit to Emperor Dongji's Palace, but he had never thought of preventing him from becoming the Immortal Emperor.

If you can't become the Immortal Emperor, then you are useless to yourself. Who would do such a stupid thing?

After thinking about it, Emperor Dongji opened his mouth. Even though it was a little embarrassing, he wanted to forcibly send this True Lord Taixu back.

But before him, the young man's voice had already dissipated into the clouds.

"The Lingxu lineage of the Three Immortals Sect, Shen Yi."

The Taoist with golden hairpin and black robes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were silent, he looked down at the monks below from a high place, his voice was cold and clear: "Please teach me."

"My lady..."

Shi Mu was standing behind Hou Tu Niangniang. When she heard the words, her expression changed slightly.

Although the Hou Tu Emperor's Palace did not care about the great catastrophe and did not have many disciples to support and was not interested in the incense, it still belonged to the Three Immortals Sect after all and did not want to let that group of monks take the lead.

“I still don’t understand.”

Queen Hou Tu sighed softly, but her focus was obviously different from that of others.

She just couldn't understand why a young man who could be so open and honest in front of Emperor Dongji, inexplicably showed a sense of guilt when facing the young man Chi Yun.

If his previous guess was correct, this True Lord Taixu was implying that the Emperor was wrong, and it was this catastrophe that was wrong.

Then why is the other party trying so hard to get involved? It seems as if he is willing to risk his life for the Immortal Sect, and he hopes more than anyone else that this catastrophe can continue to move forward.

If it is for the position of Immortal Emperor, then why bother to show off like this?

If he observes as carefully as the other disciples, he would have at least a 50% chance of success. But now, it's probably less than 30%.

This person's complexity and contradictions are all combined together, causing some confusion in the heart of the Emperor Hou Tu Niangniang.

No matter what the rest of the people are thinking.

The thin and dark monk from Xuantian Mountain stood under the Taoist master with his hands hanging down and licked his dry lips.

Shen Yi... Few cultivators who have reached the third level continue to use their secular names. Most of them use the Taoist names bestowed by the immortal sect. After breaking through to the second level, they are given names by heaven.

But whether it is Master Taixu or Shen Yi, they are just titles and cannot numb oneself.

"I know you, the chief disciple of the Three Immortals Sect."

The thin and dark monk showed humility for the first time. He put his palms together and bowed to Shen Yi. He even acquiesced that the other party should be above his head and had no intention of offering his lotus platform to compete with him for height.

He could not defeat this Taoist Lord.

But he could definitely test the true strength of this chief disciple on behalf of other fellow disciples.

The moment the monk put down his hands, a huge golden statue, so tall that the end of it could not be seen, holding a demon-subduing pestle in each hand, stood quietly behind him.

Before either side made a move, he had already summoned the Dharma image that many of his disciples had failed to force out before.

As expected, this unknown disciple of the Bodhi sect was actually the chief disciple of a mountain who had reached the ninth level of transformation.

He put on a new monk's robe without haste, took out the Buddhist beads and hung them around his neck, and finally put eight circles of silver rings on each wrist. Finally, he looked up and said, "Please, Senior Brother Taixu, give me some advice."

Facing the monk's series of actions, Shen Yi in the sky just watched calmly. Until now, he even had empty hands and had not taken out the famous Wuwei sword.

(End of this chapter)