Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 797 You can escape the catastrophe, but can you escape me?

Things have come to this point, even the Emperor of Dongji had to suppress his thoughts for the time being.

Everyone fell silent, paying full attention to this place.

In fact, even the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect were vague about Shen Yi's specific strength. This chief disciple certainly had many appalling battle records, such as a tragic victory over three other masters of the same realm including Youyao, and the killing of thousands of monks in a single battle in Nanping Prefecture.

However, the former was obscured by the realm of Taixu, and no one knew what exactly happened inside. The latter seemed numerous, but most of them were Arhats. The five Bodhisattvas were all practitioners who had undergone six transformations, and could only be described as ferocious and fierce. In terms of strength, there were actually quite a few direct disciples who could do it.

Now facing this third-grade perfect Bodhisattva of Nanxumi, everyone certainly believes that Shen Yi can win, but whether he can achieve the level of crushing that matches his reputation is still an unknown.

"..."

The monk from Xuantian Mountain wanted to imitate the second cultivator he faced and waited calmly for Shen Yi to attack, hoping to find a flaw before counterattacking.

But he never expected that the other party didn't move at all, just hanging quietly in the air.

As time passed, the pressure in my heart gradually doubled, so much so that my fingertips began to tremble slightly.

This is the power of fame.

Can't wait any longer!
The dark and thin monk was worried that if this continued, he would lose the courage to attack before the opponent could reveal a flaw.

He leaned forward again and let out a hoarse growl.

The golden body behind him made a similar movement, stretching out his arms with the demon-subduing pestle, and a surging golden river instantly swept across the yellow clouds.

Looking at the oncoming demon-subduing pestle, Shen Yi finally took action. He saw black clouds whistling out from the sky, wrapping itself in the universe, and his figure disappeared into the invisible.

"He quit?"

Not to mention the disciples of the Three Immortals Sect, even the monks looked up in surprise when they saw this scene.

With the reputation of Master Taixu, if he couldn't suppress his peers with ease, he would at least have to fight them head-on. However, he chose to avoid them at the very beginning. It is hard to say whether this was due to caution or cowardice.

"This..." Xuanweizi had just comforted himself that the matter was a foregone conclusion and it would be good to use it to scare the group of monks, but he immediately saw this scene and he couldn't help but look at Li Shan in confusion.

After all, most of what he knew about Shen Yi came from this disciple.

"I don't know."

Li Shan also found it difficult to understand. Even though Senior Brother Taixu's fruit did not seem suitable for a head-on fight, the sword light that had appeared in Nanping Mansion before was enough to give the monk a hard time.

Many of the Three Immortals Sect's direct disciples also looked at each other in bewilderment.

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

The monk from Xuantian Mountain was also puzzled by the opponent's response, but since he had made his move, there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth, controlled his Dharma image and charged directly into the vast and empty universe.

The two demon-subduing pestles were swung out repeatedly, easily tearing the black cloud into pieces.

Shen Yi's hidden figure began to emerge. No matter how much he tried to avoid it, the dark clouds around him were being quickly washed away by the Golden River. The area covered was getting smaller and smaller, and it would eventually become unavoidable.

"..."

The Three Immortal Sect disciples below began to look confused.

Is this disheveled monk really his notorious chief disciple?

"So the first disciple would also be afraid of fighting?!" The dark and thin monk's fighting spirit became more and more high, and he even uttered a question as loud as a bronze bell. He strode up to the sky, and the many Buddhist treasures on his body were shining at the same time. Together with the huge Dharma image, they blocked all the opponent's retreat routes.

"Tsk."

Emperor Dongji frowned. The reputation might be exaggerated, but it was definitely not so unbearable.

He roughly guessed what Shen Yi was thinking, but he felt that the other party was stupid.

Either you lie in wait like a poisonous snake and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy; or since you have chosen to stand out, you might as well show the spirit of a true dragon and shock all directions.

How can you have it all? You want to hide your true colors, but you don't want to be a bystander. In the end, you will lose both.

It was obvious that this first disciple might have a higher level of cultivation than others, but he was far from being able to subdue a Bodhisattva of the same realm without using real means.

Today, the momentum of the disciples of Xuantian Mountain has reached its peak, and the black cloud has been torn into pieces by nearly 90%. If they want to capture the monk now, they will only pay a greater price.

The emperor's eyesight is so sharp.

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Shen Yi was indeed forced into a desperate situation.

The remaining black clouds were no longer enough to protect him.

The dark and thin monk also overtook the opponent for the first time. He stepped into the sky and looked down at the figure dodging in the dark clouds, with a fierce light in his eyes.

No matter if the other party has other ideas or is really just strong on the outside but weak on the inside, at least you must seize this opportunity to win.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle is like two large pens, and the Golden River is like an inexhaustible supply of thick ink.

Every time he swung his sword just now, it left a mark between heaven and earth, and now, these marks formed a huge handprint on the yellow cloud.

Inside the majestic golden body, the skinny and dark monk's chest rose and fell violently. Both of them raised their arms at the same time, and then swung them down violently.

The Demon-Subduing Pestle was like an inverted mountain, smashing down from the sky with the force of thunder, pointing directly at the Taoist Xuanshang, who had no room for maneuver at all.

After Shen Yi stood up, no one had thought that the situation would become so absurd.

No matter how strong he is, he is still within the third level. Facing this extremely fierce attack, he will still face a life-and-death crisis.

"how so."

Zhenren Haoming's face had lost all color. He stared at the two falling golden peaks with wide eyes, muttering like a mosquito.

In full view.

Shen Yi looked solemn, with his thin lips tightly pursed.

At this moment, he seemed to have found an opportunity. His eyes suddenly lit up, and at the moment when the dark and thin monk was at his most powerful, he suddenly pointed his sword, and a white rainbow shot out from his fingertips.

puff-

The disciple from Xuantian Mountain pounced out like a tiger, but crashed into the bluestone, and his whole body trembled suddenly.

He lowered his eyes in a daze and looked at the gap on his body.

The fleeting sword happened to pierce through his fruit position. Under the impact of the vast calamity force, the golden fruit position that had been tempered for many years was covered with cracks in an instant and dimmed visibly to the naked eye.

The monk raised his head tremblingly, wanting to say something, but under the destruction of the sword, all his life disappeared.

A streak of red pulp fell into the sky.

This was the first time that a person died in this discussion, which was originally intended to prevent the situation from escalating further...

There was dead silence.

Only the sound of Shen Yi's slight breathing remained.

"He did it on purpose!"

Monk Miaoyin stood up suddenly and roared towards the field.

Although he had laughed in his heart before, he was still unable to react at this moment. The other party had such a magical sword, but never used it, which led to the so-called life-and-death crisis. This was not a normal fight at all, it was clearly an excuse to deliberately kill someone!

"..."

Emperor Dongji was also stunned.

The reason why he thought in other directions before was because no one would do as Monk Miaoyin said.

Because this catastrophe is to select the Immortal Emperor.

After the discussion, even if he won the first prize, he still needed the approval of both religions. This kind of hiding one's weakness in order to kill someone would obviously completely arouse the anger and resistance of the Bodhi religion, which would not be beneficial to his future.

After the monk’s guidance.

The disciples of the Three Immortals Sect also realized the reason for this absurd scene before them.

They looked at Senior Brother Taixu's back with complicated expressions.

Why would the other party do something that is harmful to itself and has no benefit at all?

The red liquid falling from the sky was a little dazzling to everyone's eyes.

Under this stimulation, many disciples began to remember many things.

For example, they initially did not fight for the temple, but to seek justice for their fellow disciples.

From Junior Sister Lingsu and Junior Brother Maofeng at the beginning... to the many disciples who died in Dongzhou later, and Senior Brother Chu Xi who was killed by Mahadeva Bodhisattva.

It's not that Senior Brother Taixu has a problem, but that we and others have been blinded by the incense and feel that the other party's behavior is strange and incomprehensible.

This senior brother never forgot his original intention.

He is here to seek justice. A life debt must be repaid with a life!
"No wonder, he has been stationed in Nanping Prefecture and has never competed with his fellow junior brothers and sisters for incense..." Li Shan's throat rolled and he looked at his master. The shame on his face was extremely intense at this moment.

Everyone was seeking personal gain in the name of their dead fellow disciples, but the one who really took this matter to heart was Taixu Zhenjun, who had just joined the sect.

This is the worthy first disciple of the Three Immortals Sect!
"Bullshit, you taught your disciples not to hold back at all. You pushed my Senior Brother Taixu to this point, and you don't even allow him to fight back?!"

Xiang Ming raised his arm and yelled back at Monk Miaoyin: "In a fight, accidents are bound to happen. If you are afraid of death, just come up and kowtow and admit defeat!"

The other disciples echoed in agreement, scolding the monks so much that they couldn't even utter a word for a long time.

"..."

The Joyful True Buddha looked indifferently towards the Taoist Master Xuanshang below. He remembered that he had said before the discussion that harmony is the most precious thing.

It seems that this young man didn't listen.

Facing the cold gaze of a true Buddha, Shen Yi did not turn around, but just stood quietly with his hands hanging down.

From the very beginning, it was not these third-rank disciples that he wanted to fight.

He is fighting against this group of first-class giants.

As for the content of the fight, it was the anger and hatred in the hearts of the disciples of the two sects that the True Buddha wanted to quell, which he could never accept.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Queen Hou Tu ignored the gaze from Emperor Dongji and looked at the young man, asking questions in her heart.

She began to become more and more confused.

He doesn’t want to be the Immortal Emperor, yet he wants to start a killing spree. I totally don’t understand what he is trying to do. Among the three parties in the world, which side does he stand on?
It shouldn't be...over there?
Queen Hou Tu subconsciously looked outside Dongxumi, in the direction of the imperial city of the Divine Dynasty.

"Please let the True Buddha decide!"

Many Great Freedom Bodhisattvas also had grim expressions on their faces and could only look at the two True Buddhas.

As soon as the Happy True Buddha made a move, the Emperor of the East raised his eyebrows. Before he could say anything, the Queen Mother of the Earth had already glanced at him and said, "Just now, your disciple was too nervous and didn't hear clearly. We didn't say anything."

What she was referring to was the incident where Master Haoming admitted defeat but was still severely injured.

"Ah."

Huanxi Zhenfo looked over. He had not expected that the Emperor Hou Tu, who was indifferent to the world, could not control his temper when facing the conflict between the two religions.

The reputation of being pure and loving the world may not be entirely true.

"I just want to say that if you want to harm others, you may end up harming yourself."

"Since both emperors think it's fine, I have no objection. Since we are discussing the Dharma, then let's talk based on our abilities."

As soon as he finished speaking, Joyful True Buddha gently waved his sleeves to stop the monks’ commotion.

However, when these monks looked at Shen Yi, the surging hatred and anger in their eyes was something that even a first-class giant could not suppress.

Under such circumstances, Taoist Xuanshang still did not restrain himself.

Shen Yi adjusted his breath slightly, looked at the monks again, and nodded his chin lightly: "Come again."

These two simple words are more effective than the words of the True Buddha of Joy.

The monks, who were full of resentment just now, became surprisingly quiet after hearing these words.

You look at me, I look at you.

The situation doesn't seem to be much different from that of the previous Three Immortals followers.

Monk Miaoyin, who had roared, sat back down. He and Shen Yi were bound to fight, but before that, he needed to get enough information to increase his confidence.

Just like before, even if everyone is reluctant, they still have to go on stage.

"Please give me some advice, senior brother!"

The yellow-robed monk saw that he could not escape, so he steeled himself and leaped up into the yellow clouds with a big stride.

The same golden body was still shrouded in dark clouds.

He obviously didn't want to end up like the disciples of Xuantian Mountain. Since Shen Yi didn't move, he just stood there indifferently. In any case, he would not give the other party an excuse to kill him.

But as time passed, he gradually felt something was wrong.

The dark clouds around him grew thicker and thicker, almost blocking his vision, and in that void, wisps of sword intent began to quietly emerge, like needles in the back, making his whole body numb.

The murderous intent grew stronger and stronger, corroding his sanity.

The monk even had a feeling that the moment the sword intent spread throughout his body, he would die.

How can a third-grade practitioner, with the instincts honed through hard training and engraved in their bones, tolerate putting their life and death in the hands of others?

The beads of sweat on the monk's forehead became more and more dense, until they wet his eyes.

Finally, the defenses in his heart were completely torn apart.

"Don't try to bluff me!"

With a shrill and hoarse roar, the monk's arm muscles flexed, and he smashed the huge golden body into the black cloud in front of him with all his might.

He easily tore apart the layer of nothingness that made him sweat profusely, and with unexpected accuracy, as soon as his fists were thrown out, he directly found the location of the Taoist Master Xuanshang and pointed directly at the other party's head.

Such a wonderful attack made the monk's pupils suddenly dilate and his eyes were full of fear.

I was forced to put this Master Taixu into a "life and death crisis".

Swah——

Accompanied by a dull sound of sword.

Baihong slashed out again.

Shen Yi lowered his hands and watched the monk in front of him fall down.

Everyone looked at his narrow victory, and their expressions became extremely complicated.

This fight seemed to be starting to get weird.

(End of this chapter)