Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 119 Follow Me Back
In the gathering place of the disciples of the Holy Sect.

After meeting with a group of true disciples, Lu Yang naturally would not hide anything and went straight to the point and told them the information he got from Guangming.

Chongming's expression was solemn after hearing this: "We're surrounded."

On the other hand, Xu Xin was not surprised at all. Instead, he showed the expected expression: "I knew that the Pure Land Pig and the Daoting Dog had teamed up again."

Chongming was still puzzled: "How could Father not have anticipated something like this?"

"Maybe he didn't think of something so obvious. Young Master, you wouldn't be able to see it."

"you!"

Xu Xin and Chongming glared at each other again. They were the epitome of the two major factions among the Holy Sect's true disciples, and they looked down on each other.

"The answer is simple, because Master Chongguang doesn't care at all. After all, from the very beginning, the outcome of this battle for the Dao was not in our hands." Having said this, Xu Xin looked at Lu Yang again and said respectfully, "The treasure of Master Chongguang's fruition is probably in Master's hands as well, right?"

"It's in my hands."

Lu Yang nodded, then said solemnly: "But there is one thing I want to emphasize. I am indeed not at the foundation building stage. Although I am very close, I am still not there."

Even with Su Nu around, there was still a gap between Lu Yang and the real foundation-building cultivators.

After all, this place is not Skull Mountain. Su Nu cannot get the blessing of the earth veins, and her strength is not at its peak. This slight difference often leads to a huge mistake.

If a real Foundation Establishment Master was here, there would be no need for nonsense. He would just need to find the enemy's position and then rush up to launch a normal attack. No matter how many people you have or how many formations you have set up, it will be in vain. You can kill them all with a slap. However, Lu Yang is different.

If Daoting and Pure Land really sacrificed their lives, and thousands of Qi-refining monks set up formations to trap him, his chances of winning this battle would immediately plummet.

It will probably drop from 100% to 95%.

In other words, there is a 50% chance of capsizing. Although the risk is not high, Lu Yang will not take even this risk.

So at this time, the outstanding talents of the Holy Sect are needed to take action.

Thinking of this, Lu Yang didn't waste any words and said directly: "I need you to take the initiative to break out and help me divert the other party's attention."

There are two conditions for winning the battle of seizing the road.

The first is to destroy the treasure of fruit position in the hands of the enemy, which is usually in the hands of the strongest.

The second is to kill the son of destiny among the natives of the world, seize his destiny and integrate it into the treasure of the fruit position, so that you can win without fighting.

Lu Yang's plan was very simple. While the other disciples of the Holy Sect would attract firepower, he would hide in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to kill the strongest person on one side, destroy the treasure of the fruit position in the other side's hand, and break out of the siege. Then he would rest for a while and then turn back to get rid of the other side.

The plan was perfect.

The only problem is how to convince these outstanding talents of the Holy Sect to not only die, but to break through and give themselves the opportunity to be beheaded.

However, what Lu Yang didn't expect was.

After hearing his plan, the disciples of the Holy Sect present not only did not resist, but nodded with expressions of approval.

"What a brilliant idea, sir. It's indeed the plan with the best chance of success."

"It's much better than doing it ourselves."

"Then do it!"

There was no need to waste any time talking, the plan was finalized.

Only then did Lu Yang realize that the disciples of the Holy Sect had long been accustomed to being treated as talents. As long as the final result was in their favor, they didn't care.

It is better to say that this is the way of survival for the disciples of the Holy Sect.

Starting from the lowest level Qi Refining disciple, to being a talent, to being a good talent, and then from a talent to a talented person, and finally to becoming a real person.

The plan has been set, and the target for decapitation needs to be chosen.

In this regard, everyone had no disagreement and unanimously chose the Pure Land. After all, the "Dragons" among the Eight Buddhas had been killed by Lu Yang.

The chances of winning against them are higher, and it is easier to survive as a talent.At the same time, in the gathering place of the Pure Land.

"What did you say? Guanghui is dead?"

Looking at Guangming's embarrassed face, Guanghai's expression became gloomier than ever before. The rosary in his hand made a crisp creaking sound and was almost crushed by him.

"Guanghui, that's my best friend, the junior fellow apprentice whom I rely on the most!"

"Besides this, the Dragon Clan was carefully selected by me, and I spent a lot of time and effort to form them. Which one of them is not an outstanding disciple of my Fulong Temple?"

Having said this, he looked at Guangming dimly:
"If they are all dead, why are you still alive?"

Facing Guanghai's questioning, Guangming showed no trace of guilt. He even held his head high and said loudly and confidently, "Because I ran away!"

When these words were spoken, Guanghai was shocked by Guangming's shamelessness.

Whether in the Holy Sect or the Dao Court, anyone who dares to say such words will surely die and will be made an example of and executed on the spot.

Thinking of this, Guanghai immediately lowered his eyelids and whispered:
"You're running away from the battlefield, without even considering your fellow apprentices?"

Guangming heard the murderous intent in Guanghai's words and quickly said, "Brother, please don't misunderstand me. I am staying alive not for myself, but for us!"

".us?"

Guanghai's eyebrows suddenly raised. Guangming's words were very insightful, because "for us" and "for the Pure Land" are actually different.

For the sake of the Pure Land, that includes all Buddhist practitioners, but for us, that is limited to our Master's disciples, the brothers and sisters from the Fulong Temple. Thinking of this, the boiling murderous intent in Guanghai's heart suddenly disappeared, and his originally stern tone also softened a lot:
"What happened? Tell me in detail."

"Among those who killed Senior Brother Guanghui and all the Dragons, there was one person who practiced the Nine Transformations Dragon Art that our Master left behind before his Nirvana!"

".What!?"

As soon as these words came out, Guanghai stood up immediately, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, and then he revealed an ecstatic look: "There is actually such a thing!"

As Fulong Arhat's most trusted disciple, Guanghai was no stranger to the Nine Transformations Dragon Art. He knew very well that this was a technique left behind by Fulong Arhat when he was still Panlong Zhenren, and that it was related to the Pure Land. He was just waiting to use this technique to lure a Dharma Protector Vajra for the Fulong Temple in the future.

"If I can subdue it and send it to the [Fulong Temple]."

Guanghai's eyes became brighter and brighter. If a monk like him who entered the Arhat Temple wanted to make progress, he had to obtain a higher position of power in the temple.

And he got a Dharma protector Vajra for Fulong Luohan, how great is his contribution?
Once he succeeds, he will surely become the most trusted disciple under Fulong Luohan, sit firmly on the second seat in the [Fulong Temple], and greatly increase his strength.

If one day, Fulong Luohan encounters another accident.
By then, perhaps it would be his chance to be promoted to Arhat!

Thinking of this, Guanghai's heart suddenly became hot, and the look he gave Guangming became much kinder: "Junior brother, you are smart, you did a good job this time."

Guangming finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your generosity, Senior Brother!"

It was not until this time that he wiped the sweat from his forehead, knowing that he was alive again. He then looked at the restrictions set by Lu Yang in his sea of ​​consciousness.

With this restriction in place, he didn't dare reveal information about Lu Yang's strength. However, it was obvious that the technique was not restricted by this restriction.

No matter how much that devil planned, he couldn't have expected that he would recognize the "Nine Transformations Dragon Art", right?

"Considering the time that has passed, Guangming should have already told his senior brother about the technique, right?"

Opening his eyes, Lu Yang calculated with his fingers and smiled: "In this case, if I charge again, the other party will fight me to the death."

Then he stood up, turned around and looked at the talents of the Holy Sect behind him.

Two of the seven true disciples died, four of the eleven who had reached the perfection of Qi training also died, and only seventy or eighty people were left among the hundreds who had reached the late stage of Qi training, and all of them were injured.

"Everyone, it felt bad to be hunted down before, didn't it?"

He didn't know how to boost morale. Besides, this time they were supposed to draw fire, so making overly high-sounding statements would only create rebelliousness.

So in the end, Lu Yang just waved his hand:
"Follow me and fight back."

(End of this chapter)