The Lord of the Laws of Heaven

Chapter 234: Jing Ren
"Who is it?" Monk Jingren shouted loudly, and the sound made the eardrums of the people around him hurt.

The disciple next to him was also unable to answer, and a while passed.

Suddenly, a man stumbled over and when he saw Monk Jingren, he felt like he had seen a savior!
"Dead, dead, all dead..." He spoke in panic.

The ninja strode forward, his eyes gleaming with determination, calming the panicked man's mind. He grabbed the man and yelled, "What's going on?"

"Dead... Master Jingren, those people are dead." The man said, "Many Taoist priests of the Wugui Dao died suddenly."

Jingren suddenly felt something in his heart and immediately recalled the muffled sound just now. Although there was no reason, he instinctively connected them directly.

This person is also a master at the peak of the innate realm. He was in a panic just now and was no better than an ordinary person. It was not his fault, but because he had just sensed Xiao Jun's mental shock, which directly made their spiritual realm unstable and they immediately lost their minds.

Although Jingren looked down upon the Wugui Cult, when something happened, Jingren immediately thought of the day when the Dachan Temple was destroyed.

Like a frightened bird.

"Emperor Qian! Have you come to the wilderness?" There was a ferocious gleam in the eyes of the ninja.

He immediately began to stride forward, running towards Yu Wutong, keeping a considerable distance from him, as the Martial Saint's Qi and blood were inherently detrimental to Taoist practitioners. Of course, he also wanted to be on guard against the Martial Saint, Monk Jingren.

Because if you are too close to the Martial Saint and he charges at you directly, even a ghost immortal will have to suffer. If you can escape the thought of splitting your soul and reincarnate, that is a great fortune!
At this time, Monk Jingren also knew that something big had happened, and rushed directly to where Yu Wutong was, because that was where the Qiankun bag was. He must not let the Qiankun bag be obtained by Daqian!
Galloping like a horse, incredibly fast and quick!
On the road, passing through the vast square, there were some slaves and some Taoist priests of the Witch and Ghost Dao with low cultivation level. These were completely out of the sight of the Jingren, who was instead sensing everywhere to find out which Taoist priests had died.

Although Jingren had not dealt with many things related to witchcraft and ghosts, he roughly knew that some beings with higher Taoist skills would be directly killed.

Combining the fluctuations he had just sensed, he roughly analyzed that this was some kind of method used against people with stronger spiritual perception and soul. It could instantly eliminate powerful Taoist practitioners, but it was of no use to ordinary people and people with low cultivation.

This was Xiao Jun's method of using the Formless Divine Thunder of All Laws. Of course, if some low-level cultivators happened to be wandering in their spirit, they would be directly killed by the shock. Moreover, the range of this Formless Divine Thunder of All Laws was extremely wide, and generally within a hundred miles could be within Xiao Jun's attack range.

The ninja crossed the hall where the demon god was worshipped, walked up the stairs, and saw a group of Wugui sect disciples whose souls had been scattered to pieces. These dead Wugui sect disciples had their eyes closed, as if they were just sleeping, with calm expressions, and died without any reaction.

Soon they arrived at the place where Yu Wutong usually went into seclusion, which was also the place where the pure yang power of the Qiankun bag disappeared. Only the Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal and the Martial Saint could cover up the pure yang power of the Qiankun bag. The disappearance of the Qiankun bag at this time was most likely the result of a Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal.

The ninja could only pray that the ghost fairy of thunder tribulation would not use the Qiankun cloth bag to escape directly.

After walking along the rugged road, we came to an iron gate with countless ghosts carved on it.

The ninja roared angrily, and all the blood, energy, and muscles in his body squirmed. His energy was like a huge flame, directly smashing the iron door into pieces!
He saw that there was only Yu Wutong's corpse and a standing figure in the room. The figure turned around and looked at Jingren, his face blurred.

"Where is the Qiankun bag!" the ninja roared!
"It's in my hands!" Xiao Jun said, "How dare you, a monk, stay with this blood sacrifice cult?"

The Jingren didn't care, the boundaries of the land under his feet seemed to be blurred, and he wanted to go straight back to Xiao Jun.

Suddenly, an incomparable pressure came from all directions, and the ninja was directly suspended in the air, restrained and unable to move! "Roar!" With a loud roar, the ninja opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of white air before being completely restrained. This white air began to spread, and the incomparable and magnificent vibrations continued to spread, as if everything around him was about to be shaken and shattered!

This is the roar of the Martial Saint. The roar of the Martial Saint is enough to make the soul of an ordinary Taoist practitioner scattered and make him completely unable to perform Taoist magic.

Xiao Jun's thoughts were those of the Six Tribulations, and the power of the fifth thunder tribulation was equivalent to a blow from the pure yang power of a human immortal. Although Jingren was a powerful martial saint practitioner, he was still not good enough.

Directly and completely restrain the sperm ninja!
The ninja found that his roar had no effect at all! He mobilized his whole body to resist, and blood oozed from his face!
Xiao Jun comprehended the mysteries of heaven and earth, and comprehended the power of the true magnetism of heaven and earth and the creation of vital energy. He mobilized the power from heaven and earth. Although the Jingren was powerful, how could he compete with heaven and earth! Unless he was a human immortal, the power of a human immortal could reach heaven and earth.

The Jingren realized that resistance was useless and started to roar and curse: "My Dachan Temple was peacefully worshipping Buddha, but you Daqian directly wiped out our entire clan. We Jingren and you will never coexist!"

That kind of hatred seemed to tear the sky apart.

"Oh? From the Great Chan Temple?" Xiao Jun said with a smile: "I do have a connection with your Great Chan Temple! I've read the 'Past Amitabha Sutra' there."

After saying that, Xiao Jun's figure directly transformed into the appearance of a Great Sun Tathagata, with light emanating from behind his head. He controlled the sunlight and condensed it directly into the Great Sun Buddha Flame!

Then he directly dispersed the Taoist magic image, which only left the ninja stunned.

"Abbot Fang... Abbot!" The expression of the ninja changed, and the strong fighting spirit that had been struggling continuously disappeared like a deflated ball!

"I'm not some abbot!" Xiao Jun shook his head and said to the ninja in front of him, "I have read the Past Amitabha Sutra, but I only used it for reference and didn't practice it. Furthermore, the Past Amitabha Sutra is only useful to me as a reference, not much."

Any Taoist magic can only be cultivated to the realm of the sixth level of thunder tribulation. The door to the Creator can only be opened by each person. Xiao Jun reads and comprehends the truth, and even more so, he comprehends the spirit of history, time, heaven, and the world. The "Past Amitabha Sutra" is really of little use!
Seeing that Jingren had lost his fighting spirit, he put Jingren down and said to him, "Do you want to read the Past Amitabha Sutra?"

Jingren quickly shook his head and said nothing more, but his expression was very respectful, without any hostility. Because he also knew that the man in front of him was not an enemy of Dachan Temple, nor was he a member of Daqian.

He quickly clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and asked Xiao Jun, "Excuse me, is the Qiankun cloth bag in your hand? Is the Amitabha Sutra in your hand as well?"

"After reading the Past Amitabha Sutra, I didn't care much about it anymore." Xiao Jun said, "But my current realm is enough to reproduce the Past Amitabha Sutra directly. I can create and reproduce it at any time, so it naturally won't be kept in my hands."

"This..." Jingren's expression changed. He could tell from these words that the realm of the person before him was very likely comparable to that of the abbot of the Great Zen Temple. Then, thinking again, he said, "The donor has the Qiankun cloth bag and the 'Past Amitabha Sutra'. He will definitely face off against Emperor Qian and Hong Xuanji. These two rulers and ministers have strong greed and will definitely fight to the death with the donor."

"I know you want me to be an enemy of Emperor Qian and Hong Xuanji," Xiao Jun said. "I will indeed be their enemy, but not for the Qiankun Bag or the Past Amitabha Sutra. I will be their enemy because of my principles. My spirit will inevitably be their enemy. You don't have to have such petty thoughts."

Although Jingren didn't understand Xiao Jun's specific meaning, he knew that Xiao Jun seemed to have a bad relationship with Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan.

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