Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1367 - 802 It’s Your Turn to Enter the Scene_2

No distinction... Everything that happened in the field seemed vivid in memory. Whether it was this Bodhi Sect’s Heavenly Pride or the initial skinny black monk, there was a significant difference in strength between the two, but their experiences with Tai Xu True Monarch were identical.

The same black cloud howled, and the Golden River easily shattered everything before it, followed by a white rainbow sweeping across, identical.

Brother Shen Yi narrowly won again.

And this Bodhi Sect’s Heavenly Pride also failed by just half a step, as if he was just one step away from slaying the opposing first disciple. Alas, he couldn’t take that step, resulting in his death.

By this point, no one dared to trust their own eyes anymore.

"It’s all fake..."

A monk’s lips slightly trembled, murmuring the thought that everyone shared.

The swirling Xuan Shang surged around, Shen Yi stood amidst the universe, one person and one sword, like a heavenly barrier blocking the Bodhi Sect, making everyone feel an insurmountable despair.

The remaining Heavenly Pride monks stepped onto the Yellow Cloud with faces filled with numbness.

Before they could even begin, their Buddha hearts started to collapse.

They completely questioned the meaning of their lifelong cultivation. Was it just to walk this road of no return, and make that True Monarch of Xuan Shang’s bloodless face turn a shade whiter?

The opponent seemed on the verge of exhaustion, but like the unfathomable black void cloud, nobody knew when this "verge" would truly come.

"Hah!"

Miao Yin stared blankly at the field, suddenly jolted back to consciousness as if struck by lightning.

Holding the Purple Gold Alms Bowl in his hands, he trembled slightly, looking around at the empty surroundings, only to discover with horror that it was his turn.

At the moment rescued by the Joyful True Buddha, his every thought was about how to humiliate this Tai Xu True Monarch, wishing to destroy the opponent’s Tao Body and have him crawl like a wild dog.

Yet now, the Seven Tempering Purple Gold Bowl in his hands gave him no confidence, instead feeling cold to the touch, chilling him to the core.

His mind disoriented, he didn’t know how he’d arrived in the midst of the Yellow Cloud.

Reflected in his pupils was the breath of a figure, weak to the extreme. The Xuan Shang flew; despite having fought seven battles, Shen Yi, standing tall, his breathing visibly weakened, seemed like a candle in the wind on the verge of extinguishing.

In such circumstances, Miao Yin Monk felt his body go weak inexplicably.

Not only did he hold his master’s treasured item, but with the Fruit Position personally repaired by the Joyful True Buddha, with some Buddha Power within, all to aid him in taking the final step to the Immortal Emperor position.

Under True Buddha’s guidance, several Heavenly Pride comrades sacrificed their lives to reduce the opponent’s Tribulation Power foundation, finally reaching this fruit-picking opportunity.

As long as he could slay this True Monarch, many comrades would certainly raise their arms and sleeves, propelling him to that position.

"..."

Thinking thus, Miao Yin Monk raised his head to look at the opponent.

Facing Shen Yi’s calm gaze, he instinctively wanted to avoid this look, and at this moment, his body felt the weakest.

Thud.

Under the watchful gaze of disciples from both sects, Miao Yin Monk’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched, neck veins bulging, yet his knees bent, unable to even stand, collapsing into a kneel.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the two True Buddhas, only raising his hands tremblingly above his head.

With Master Hao Ming’s precedent, everyone present understood what he was trying to do, therefore their faces all showed disbelief.

So many comrades’ sacrifices, only to get such an opportunity.

Even though East Continent’s True Buddha would definitely favor East Continent disciples, for it to happen to Miao Yin was a heaven-sent chance.

Even the Heavenly Pride youth from the Three Immortals Sect, including Li Shan, were ready at any moment to assist Brother Taixu.

In such circumstances, Miao Yin Monk actually chose to kneel in surrender?!

It’s important to know that Master Hao Ming is merely a not particularly notable Immortal, whereas Miao Yin is one of the most promising candidates for Bodhi Sect’s coveted position, and the disgrace of doing the same thing is incomparable.

"..."

The Joyful True Buddha’s face had already darkened with rage.

To cause such a drastic change in expression for a First Rank Giant, Miao Yin could be considered unique among the Third Grade Cultivators.

Emperor Dongji watched the farce with feigned calmness.

It’s important to know that nearly eighty percent of the disciples below were under the Three Pure Ones, unrelated to him as the Emperor, as long as it didn’t affect the Tribulation, he could accept heavy casualties.

Even the generally kind Houtu hadn’t stepped in to stop it, which surprised him slightly. frёewebηovel.cѳm

But upon reflection, it was expected.

These Immortal disciples, even including himself and the Sanqing Sect Leader, were destroying the Divine Dynasty she had helped nurture. Even a clay Buddha would have some anger, not to mention an Emperor.

Thus reflecting, Emperor Dongji slowly closed his eyes.

Having seen enough of the farce, he’d let this group of monks handle it, any further provocation might make these two Buddhas truly furious.

At that moment, both sects’ disciples anticipated the most absurd outcome in this Tribulation.

The Tai Xu True Monarch, who always waited for the opponent to strike first, moved proactively for the first time.

"Whew."

Shen Yi slightly exhaled.

He lowered his head, taking out a Treasure Bag from his sleeve, holding it in his palm for serious scrutiny, and rubbing the Red Cloud Pattern with his fingertip.

At the appearance of this Treasure Bag.

The Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals all turned colors, Master Xuanwei even tightened his five fingers suddenly, as if he finally realized what madness his first disciple was up to.

From the beginning of the principle battle, all actions seemed not tailored for becoming an Immortal Emperor, and likely weren’t any secret order from Emperor Dongji.

Rumor had it that during the You Yao incident, Brother Chi Yun stood up to stop Brother Lingxu, saving Shen Yi’s life... Could it be that everything today was for the sake of repaying that favor?

"..." Chi Yunzi stood still with a slightly irregular breath.

Next moment, aside from introducing himself, Shen Yi, who hadn’t spoken throughout his battles, finally opened his mouth again.

"Back when Master Chu Xi of Chi Yun Cave was beaten to death by you all alive."

"Did you ever consider sparing him?"

"Hah!" A cold voice echoed in Miao Yin Monk’s ears, he looked up with horror, staring fixedly at the Red Cloud Pattern on the Treasure Bag, causing his face to pale and pupils to contract, he could no longer care about his inner conflicts, the words admitting defeat ready to slip from his mouth.

However, at the same time, the previously easily torn black cloud suddenly became grand and majestic.

The Xuan Shang figure stepped forward, abruptly appearing behind Miao Yin Monk, with powerful Tribulation Power pouring in, the Non-action Sword erupted with unprecedented dazzling white light.

Thud!

The sword pierced through the Bodhisattva’s neck, protruding from his throat, carrying with it a spraying scarlet red, forcefully pinning him to the Yellow Cloud in a kneeling posture.

Shen Yi’s expression was calm and focused, his boots firmly on Miao Yin Monk’s shoulder, his palms exerting steady pressure, the sword edge slowly twisted, intending to spin that fine head right off.

He abandoned enticing measures, finally making a straightforward move.

With only one sword, he proclaimed to the world, where the limit of a Daluo Immortal lay!

Li Shan covered his eyes, blocking the glaring white rainbow.

He had never imagined that merely with Third Grade cultivation, such terrifying sword light could burst forth.

Ling Xuzi was astonished, almost failing to recognize that the Immortal Sword that commanded both sects was the Non-action Sword he once personally bestowed?

"Enough!"

Instantly, a beast-like roar echoed from the Bodhi Sect.

The large monk with twelve brows soared in, this Great Freedom Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva with a fierce visage, the coarse hands within his wide sleeves carrying horrific Tribulation Power capable of causing minor tremors in the four Heroic Peaks, viciously striking towards the Xuan Shang figure in the field.

Simultaneously, a Dao Pattern belonging solely to him manifested between heaven and earth.

Given Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva’s prior offense, the Seventy-two Cave Golden Immortals had been prepared since Miao Yin Monk’s appearance.

The quickest to strike were Master Xuanwei and Chi Yunzi.

Again, two Dao Patterns surged into the Sky Curtain.

As the endpoint of three Dao Patterns, Shen Yi faced away from the Great Freedom Lotus Pearl Bodhisattva, in unnoticed places, he closed his eyes, inexplicably sighed in relief upon his calm face.

Ah, finally...

Took the bait.