Chapter 588: The Formless Divine Monk

Chapter 588: The Faceless Divine Monk

Yun Qiyou pushed Ye Xiaochuan into the cave, and stood in front of the cave with a sword in hand, looking at Changkong's kind smile, giving people the impression that a kind old teacher was smiling kindly at his students.

However, Yun Qiyou knew what the smile represented.

She looked at the seniors and elders of the righteous sects not far away. Those people knew the identities of Changkong and his friends, but no one stood up. It really fulfilled the saying that there are no eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests.

Yun Qiyou estimated that these righteous seniors in the valley had the same idea as the Demon Sect, that is, to capture herself and Ye Xiaochuan, but because of their identities, it was inconvenient for them to do it themselves, so they just watched the Demon Sect's people do it quietly.

She snorted in her heart, and the light of the Dust-Chopping Sword in her hand gradually lit up, and she was ready to fight to the death.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a hoarse voice came from the darkness.

"Zhan Chen? Little girl, are you a disciple of Cang Yun Sect?"

The voice was very illusory, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and no one knew where it came from.

Yun Qiyou said lightly: "Yun Qiyou, the 38th generation disciple of Cang Yun Sect."

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly stuck his head out and shouted: "I am Ye Xiaochuan!"

Ye Xiaochuan's style of doing things is to lose the battle but not the battle. No matter how scared he is, he always shows an extremely arrogant face when facing his opponent, and overwhelms people with his momentum.

The situation is very bright now. Yun Qiyou can't beat anyone who appears in the valley. Since it is more dangerous tonight and there is a narrow escape, just go for it. It's a pity that Yun Qiyou is implicated.

Two green lights fell in the valley, turning into two white-haired old men wearing gray and worn robes. These two old men have Taoist bones and immortal style, and their bones are clear and strange. At first glance, they are masters who have practiced Taoism for many years.

One of the old men said to Changkong calmly: "This is my disciple of Cangyun Sect, Fellow Daoist Changkong, what are you going to do?"

Changkong looked at the two old men who suddenly appeared with a smile on his face, and said with a smile: "It turns out to be you two guys. Back then, you were just insignificant little people in Cangyun Sect, but now you are qualified to talk to me face to face. What, do you think it is your senior brother Yunyazi?"

The two white-haired old men snorted at the same time.

Another old man said, "If Senior Brother Yunyazi was here, you would not be allowed to be so presumptuous. Three hundred years ago, Senior Brother went deep into the wilderness alone with his sword and defeated more than ten masters of your Demon Sect. Not only you, the Right Chief Emissary, but also the Left Chief Emissary and the five flag masters of the previous Five Elements Flag were defeated by Senior Brother's sword. I really don't know how you got the position of Right Chief Emissary. Is there no one left in the Demon Sect?"

Changkong's smile did not diminish at all, and he seemed not angry at all. He smiled and said, "I haven't set foot in the Middle Earth for hundreds of years, and I haven't fought with anyone for hundreds of years. Tonight, it seems that I have to teach these two useless junior brothers on behalf of Senior Yunyazi."

In the cave above, Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan were shocked. The two white-haired old men who suddenly appeared were actually the seniors of Cangyun Sect. According to seniority, they should be called uncles.

The three Kunlun monsters had no intention of attacking, and the three old ladies in Piaomiao Pavilion also looked like old ladies who were exhausted and needed to close their eyes to rest. Obviously, they would not interfere in the struggle between Cangyun Sect and the Demon Sect.

But at this moment, a Buddhist chant came from the distant sky, and the entire dark sky suddenly lit up.

In the night sky, an extremely huge figure of an old monk appeared. The figure of the old monk was so big that it almost covered the entire world.

"Amitabha, Mount Xumi is an important place for Buddhism. Since you have come from afar, why don't you come to my temple to drink a few cups of bitter tea and read a few Buddhist scriptures?"

Everyone looked at each other, and many people were shocked by the Buddhist teachings of this old monk. He could transform into such a huge body, which was definitely extraordinary.

An elder of the Demon Cult probably had a very bad temper. He said angrily: "Where did you come from, old bald donkey? Don't pretend to be a god here. If you have the guts, come out and fight your grandfather for three times..."

"Pah!"

Before he finished speaking, Changkong, who was beside him, slapped the elder of the Demon Cult with a backhand.

The smile on Changkong's mouth completely disappeared, and his expression was solemn. He looked deeply at the huge figure of the old monk in the sky.

He said: "There is no form, no self, no space, junior Changkong, I have met the formless monk!"

When these words came out, except for the two young disciples Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou who were confused, the other righteous and demon elders in the valley were all shocked. The elder of the Demon Cult who was slapped by Changkong just now and was very dissatisfied, suddenly trembled when he heard the four words "formless monk".

Yunyazi of Cangyun Sect, Wuliangliang of Xuantian Sect, Master Wuxiang of Jiaye Temple of Piaomiao Pavilion, Old Man Zhuxin of Savage Holy Temple, plus Xuankong of Jixiang Temple and Fengling of Piaomiao Pavilion, these people's names could have shocked the world five or six hundred years ago. When they came out, Changkong's great grandfather was still wearing open-crotch pants. Facing the Wuxiang Divine Monk of the tenth level of immortality, Changkong immediately lost his temper.

But it was just on the surface. In his heart, Changkong was not afraid of Wuxiang. Wuxiang was too old like Old Man Zhuxin. He was so old that he could hardly hold a sword. It was good enough if he could exert 70% of his cultivation. Changkong was confident that even if he fought with Wuxiang Divine Monk, he would have a greater chance of winning. After all, he was at his peak and could exert 100% of his strength. Wuxiang's Taoism was deeper than his, but he could only exert 60% to 70% of his strength at most.

Ye Xiaochuan asked Yun Qiyou in a low voice, "Sister Yun, who is this Wuxiang Divine Monk? Is he very powerful?"

Yun Qiyou's heart moved, and said: "Well, it should be Master Wuxiang of Jiaye Temple who is as famous as Yun Yazi's uncle. He hasn't appeared for three or four hundred years. I didn't expect him to be alive."

The voice of Wuxiang Divine Monk came slowly, saying: "I know the purpose of your gathering here. Senior Xuanying is here. I have known this for hundreds of years. Things in the world are not over yet, so it's better to let it go."

Changkong said: "Master, this is wrong. Xuanying has been here for the past few days. How many of my fellow disciples have been killed over the past thousand years? Recently, more than ten of my fellow disciples died at the hands of this female devil in Tianshan. How can such a deep hatred be left unresolved? This place is the main hall of Jiaye Temple, and the master has spoken. We must obey the master's wishes. However, the master only sent a message thousands of miles away, as if asking us to leave. It seems a bit contemptuous of us. How can we put our faces aside if it gets out? Why don't the master show up and let us see the master's style. Otherwise, the master's few words alone will not make us, who are bent on revenge, leave."