Chapter 1362: Chapter 800: The 3 Immortal Sect Shen Yi has co to collect you
“I’ll go!”
A cultivator couldn’t stand the arrogance of the thin, black monk and shouted loudly, leaping straight onto the cloud.
Compared to the previous disciple from the Golden Light Cave, this tall and sturdy cultivator’s boundary was evidently much deeper. Although he couldn’t be considered top-tier in the North Continent, he was still a mainstay at the Six-Six Transformation level.
Furthermore, he seed to have learned his lesson; this ti he didn’t even ntion his cultivation level or the na of his sect.
Just as he stepped onto the clouds, he quickly took out various magical artifacts, both offensive and defensive, then stared solemnly at the opponent, ready to wait for a flaw and seize the opportunity to act.
But when he found the monk still walking towards him step by step like before, he inexplicably panicked a little.
The opponent was clearly full of flaws, yet made him feel unsure of how to strike.
“Ziwei Divine Palace, suppress for !”
The tall and sturdy cultivator’s face showed a trace of fury, and with a flick of his sleeve, he summoned a towering hall illusion, covered in purple mist, which slamd down with a majestic force, intending to trap the thin, black figure completely inside.
This was the most common thod Immortals used to deal with Walkers, and no one could find fault with it.
Yet in the next mont, the monk from Xuantian Mountain slightly moved his arms, bent down, and accompanied by a deafening roar, he astonishingly lifted the Ziwei Divine Palace with his thin shoulders.
Boom!
The monk stepped forward, and the yellow cloud beneath him churned and spread.
He carried the giant hall on his shoulders, moving from a slow walk to a brisk speed, even causing the Ziwei Divine Palace itself to start collapsing with the violent jolts.
The tall and sturdy cultivator saw this horrifying scene reflected in his pupils, his heart palpitating, his hands frantically moving, simultaneously summoning three defensive magical artifacts to shield the front.
The monk’s gaunt face remained expressionless, but the corner of his mouth revealed a barely visible sneer.
He suddenly stopped, the turmoil ceased.
With his arms bulging, the hall’s ruins were suddenly flung out, instantly tearing through the light screen, smashing the Copper Bell, and finally striking the tiny figure beneath, knocking him flying over ten thousand feet.
Many disciples from the Three Immortals Sect hurriedly got up to dodge the palace’s debris, making them appear as desolate as frightened birds.
“Co again.” The thin, black monk casually clapped his hands, with no sign of self-satisfaction, instead he scanned the front indifferently.
“…”
The gaze of the Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals converged here.
The leading disciples from each branch also stared gloomily at the monk, but after a long ti, none got up.
Li Shan just wanted to move, but was stopped by a sharp gaze.
He furrowed his brows and looked at his master.
Master Xuanwei shook his head; even though he appreciated Shen Yi greatly, and even thought it would be good for him to beco the Immortal Emperor, when it ca to the Great Calamity, he couldn’t entirely abandon his own disciples, they had to fight for so hope.
Li Shan’s opponent should be those Heavenly Pride from the Bodhi Sect.
Acting prematurely would only expose his position.
“This…” Faced with the monk’s provocation, the rest of the Three Immortals Sect disciples instinctively looked back, only to see that the group of senior brothers and sisters who had always led them in triumph through the East Continent, now weren’t willing to fight.
This was a discourse between the two sects, it wouldn’t stop, but would have to push them onto the stage unceremoniously according to order.
During tis of celebration, the Immortals were excited and enthusiastic.
But now seeing the tragic state of those two disciples, although they wouldn’t die, once they healed, they certainly wouldn’t have much to do with the incense offerings.
The greed in the hearts of the Immortals slowly faded, replaced by so timidity.
Above the four Heroic Peaks.
The Joyful True Buddha watched quietly below, lightly smiling.
Just as he had thought before, attacks driven by greed were insignificant.
Did those direct disciples from the Three Immortals Sect feel they couldn’t defeat the disciples from Xuantian Mountain? Not necessarily, they just didn’t dare to bet. The outco of this competition decided the future after the calamity, involving too much, not tolerating any mistakes.
Everyone wanted others to probe first.
In contrast, the Bodhi Sect disciples, having just suffered heavy casualties, were forced to the point where they had nowhere to retreat. Though the incense still occupied their minds, they were also filled with thoughts of revenge and pride.
“Senior Brother, please enlighten .”
The Immortal Sect disciple forced to go on stage, as he stepped onto the yellow cloud, his voice had visibly softened.
His cultivation level wasn’t even as high as the tall, sturdy cultivator from before.
In a situation where his strength was already inferior, he lost his montum too, and his fate was already sealed.
He managed only a mont of awkward retreat, relying on an array, until he was seized by the monk from Xuantian Mountain by the back of his neck. Even in such a vast disparity, the monk still slapped the cultivator’s chest, crushing most of his Dao Fruit.
“Senior Brother, spare —” With a wail, the Immortal Sect disciple flew backward, rolling out from the yellow cloud.
This brutal scene instantly stimulated both sides watching.
The Immortal Sect disciples turned pale, while the monks’ eyes brimd with excitent.
The disciples who followed one after another perford even more poorly, each ending in severe injury, until it was Master Hao Ming’s turn.
Despite not revealing his sect, he was able to take up almost half of the Kaiyuan Prefecture from across Heavenly Tower Mountain, which showed his prowess.
Master Hao Ming was already one of the deepest-rooted cultivators in the Three Immortals Sect, aside from those direct disciple.
But this mont, he appeared utterly uncertain, hesitating constantly as he approached the clouds, his complexion turning ash gray.
“I… I concede.” After hesitating for a long ti, Master Hao Ming seed to have borne trendous psychological pressure, raised his head, and with one sentence shocked all the Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals.
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