117: Chapter 117: Really Xingtian 117: Chapter 117: Really Xingtian “Shut up.”
Sandalwood rit Buddha chided.
The Buddhist monks imdiately closed their mouths.
He, with a dignified and holy aura enveloping him, said in a deep voice, “How can monks harbor aggressive and competitive spirits, so easily giving way to anger?
With such a ntality, how can you be considered true monks?”
Upon hearing his words, the monks imdiately showed expressions of sha.
They bowed their heads, listening to Sandalwood rit Buddha’s reprimand.
“Immortal Maiden and I have co here to slay demons and save the living beings.
How can we start fighting amongst ourselves over a few words?
Would that not make the demons laugh at us?”
Sandalwood rit Buddha said earnestly.
All those present were dumbfounded.
Just a mont ago, you said you wanted to teach others a lesson, and now you’re the one who doesn’t want to take action?
Everything is up to you to say, leaving nothing for others to voice.
He Xiangu couldn’t help but laugh, finding the Great Saint’s master to be incredibly shaless.
“Truly shaless.”
Fan Yao couldn’t help but curse.
Sandalwood rit Buddha pretended not to hear, his gaze unwavering as he looked towards Mount Changyang and said aloud, “Immortal Maiden, the demon under this Mount Changyang might be the ancient War God Xingtian.
I wonder if the two of you are confident in suppressing him.”
The expressions of He Xiangu and the other froze.
Could it really be the War God Xingtian?
Could it be that Lu Dongbin, with his Crow’s Mouth, was right?
Fan Yao looked at Du Ni with an inquiring expression.
Du Ni said bitterly, “At first, I didn’t think it would be the War God Xingtian, since everyone knows that War God Xingtian fell many years ago, but now, with such intense killing intent, it’s very possible that it’s him.”
Apart from War God Xingtian, which common demon would possess such imnse killing intent?
Fan Yao took a deep breath, glaring at Du Ni, “You might have gotten us into trouble today.
If you had told it was the War God Xingtian earlier, I would have asked the Great Sage to act.
I hope it’s not too late.”
Sandalwood rit Buddha heard their conversation and was very sensitive to the term “Great Saint.”
He couldn’t help but ask, “May I know if the Great Saint ntioned by the Immortal Maiden is my beloved disciple, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven?”
Fan Yao looked at Sandalwood rit Buddha with disdain.
The Great Sage had officially severed ties with them long ago, not maintaining any relationship at all, yet Sandalwood rit Buddha dared to call the Great Saint his disciple, which was incredibly shaless.
She sneered, “Whether it’s the Great Sage Equalling Heaven or not, what does it have to do with you?
I’m seeing soone as shaless as you for the first ti.
The Great Sage Equalling Heaven has long renounced your grace and righteousness, and yet you still claim to be his master.
You really are shaless to the extre.”
The Buddhist disciples also felt embarrassed.
They glanced at Sandalwood rit Buddha, feeling that his skin was indeed too thick.
If it were them, the words “beloved disciple” would definitely not co out of their mouths.
Sandalwood rit Buddha was not at all angry; instead, he said proudly, “Back when I released Wukong from beneath the Mount of Five Fingers, he acknowledged as his master.
As the saying goes, ‘One day a master, a lifeti a father.’ He will always be my disciple, and no one can change that.”
Fan Yao scoffed, uninterested in dealing with Sandalwood rit Buddha.
She cast a Jade Talisman, sending it to Huaguo Mountain.
Sandalwood rit Buddha’s heart skipped a beat, and his face changed.
“Since my great disciple is coming, there is no need for this humble monk here.
The likes of Xingtian are not worth ntioning.
My great disciple alone can suppress him.
I’ll take my leave now.”
While he said that Sun Wukong was his disciple, when Sun Wukong was truly coming, he started to panic and wanted to flee the scene.
Just then, a powerful will to battle enveloped Sandalwood rit Buddha, filled with intense killing intent.
Everyone could feel that within the will to battle lay a supre desire to kill, a height unreachable by all present.
Sandalwood rit Buddha turned pale.
He had been targeted and didn’t dare to flee now; otherwise, he would be subjected to a terrible attack instantly.
He cursed himself inwardly for being too talkative.
He should have left directly back then, without uttering that last statent.
It must have been his last words that Xingtian heard, which is why Xingtian targeted him directly.
Sha Wujing and Little White Dragon stood guard around Tang Sanzang, their eyes flashing with vigilant light, watching the area below intently.
Fawu said, “Sandalwood rit Buddha possesses boundless mana, your disciples can suppress Xingtian, naturally, you are even stronger.
I believe Xingtian is not your match.”
Suddenly, the qi that had locked onto Sandalwood rit Buddha grew even stronger.
“Shut your mouth.”
Sandalwood rit Buddha glared at Fawu.
With a faint smile, Fawu had achieved his goal and closed his mouth.
He Xiangu and Fan Yao exchanged glances, both discerning the other’s thoughts.
Stall for ti.
Until the Great Saint arrives.
Only the Great Saint can battle Xingtian.
Sandalwood rit Buddha bowed deeply towards Mount Changyang, speaking earnestly, “May the great god be aware, I had no intention of belittling the great god.
A re monk like myself could not possibly be the great god’s match.
I only spoke nonsense earlier, being overwheld by the great god’s majesty.
I beg the great god not to bla this humble monk.”
Just then, Mount Changyang actually began to tremble.
An ancient voice ca forth, “Slap your own face.”
“Slap.”
Sandalwood rit Buddha hesitated not a mont to slap himself.
Whether immortals and Buddhas or demons, everyone’s mouth twitched at the sight.
Does this guy have any spine at all?
Undeterred, Sandalwood rit Buddha wore a sycophantic smile, waiting for Xingtian to let him leave.
“I won’t let you go either.”
Only then did the sentence following Xingtian’s remark arrive leisurely.
Sandalwood rit Buddha: “…”
“Ha ha.”
Even in such a serious mont, He Xiangu couldn’t help but break into laughter.
Xingtian really was a character, having just toyed with Sandalwood rit Buddha.
The smile froze on Sandalwood rit Buddha’s face.
Had he been played?
Rage flared in his heart, but his face still wore a servile expression.
A sigh sounded, and from within Mount Changyang, a figure erged.
He wielded a large axe, was bare-chested, with muscles bulging.
Upon his appearance, the battle intent and murderous aura he emitted shook the Three Realms.
In the Yellow Emperor’s Traveling Palace, he was jolted alert, his gaze turning toward Mount Changyang’s direction.
“Father, what’s wrong?”
Nu Ba asked, her confusion evident.
Yinglong focused intently, sensing sothing, his expression suddenly changing.
“Xingtian has been resurrected, soone has restored his head.
Who the hell did this?”
Only then did Nu Ba grasp what had happened—Xingtian had co back to life.
No wonder her father’s expression turned so grim.
Rembering the scenes of Xingtian battling her father, Nu Ba couldn’t help but shudder.
“Father, shall we go and slay Xingtian now?”
Nu Ba asked.
After pondering a mont, the Yellow Emperor shook his head, saying, “The ancient past is over, I have no desire to continue the killing.
If he can let go, I won’t trouble him.”
Nu Ba and Yinglong exchanged glances—expecting Xingtian to let go, was that possible?
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