Chapter 313: The Holy Order of Ten Thousand Sects

Following the mysterious little monk, Xiao Mian successfully left the space fault that almost killed him and returned to the streets of Wanzong City.

But the next moment, Xiao Mian tensed up and suddenly looked up at the alley in the distance. The little monk seemed to have discovered the clue and turned his body to look forward. As the two watched, a young monk in a red robe turned out from the alley.

The monk looked about the same age as Xiao Mian, and the first thing that caught people's attention was naturally the red robe he was wearing, which was as red as a lotus. When Xiao Mian looked more closely, he saw that the monk had red lips and white teeth, a fair complexion, and a red mole between his eyebrows, like a blooming lotus. But this was not what Xiao Mian paid attention to. What really frightened Xiao Mian was the other party's cultivation - the pressure of the golden elixir was not released. The red monk who seemed to be about the same age as Xiao Mian was clearly a golden elixir master like Bai Jintang!

What happened?

Has the young generation of golden elixir masters begun to erupt?

The reason why Xiao Mian was so sure that the other party was about the same age as himself was a kind of intuition. Otherwise, in terms of appearance, the scholar looked only about thirty years old.

"Amitabha!" With his hands clasped together, the monk asked expressionlessly: "May I ask you two, have you ever seen any evil things?" The red-robed monk's voice was soft and peaceful. The only flaw was perhaps the calm tone of the ancient well. Not only did it not have the vigor of a young man, but it also showed the old-fashioned air. Xiao Mian was stunned when he heard this, but he looked at the little monk next to him, intending to see how the other party would respond. The young monk was not vague either, and smiled at the red-robed monk: "In broad daylight, where does the evil thing come from? Master, did you find the wrong place?"

"My 'Red Lotus Dharma Eyes' have seen a trace of evil spirit here, and I will never be wrong. The strange thing is that this trace of evil spirit is actually entangled with my Buddhist magic..." As he said this, a little red between the eyebrows of the red-robed monk flowed faintly, facing the young monk. The young monk's face changed slightly, and he snorted coldly. A white jade lotus platform also appeared between his eyebrows, and the holy Buddha light enveloped the young monk's whole body. The red-robed monk was slightly stunned when he saw it, and looked at the young monk deeply, but did not say anything more, and just turned and left. The young monk shook his head and sighed.

"Who is that person? It seems that he is coming for you!" As a bystander, Xiao Mian was quite gloating. The little monk rolled his eyes at him and muttered unhappily: "That guy is from Tianlong Temple! The most outstanding Dharma monk of the younger generation of Tianlong Temple, Hong Lianhua, has indeed advanced to the Golden Core stage and has also cultivated the Red Lotus Dharma Eyes!"

"Red Lotus Dharma Eyes? Is it very powerful? How is it compared to the white jade lotus platform between your eyebrows?"

"The two are completely different and cannot be confused."

Just when Xiao Mian wanted to find out more details, suddenly a deep purple thunder fell from the sky without any warning! Then there was a loud vibration from the ground, which made Xiao Mian and the little monk look at each other in shock and change color.

Purple thunder is fine, but it still has such power after hitting the ground. This purple thunder is definitely not comparable to ordinary thunder.

Comparing the positions between each other, Xiao Mian keenly noticed that the purple thunder seemed to be spreading from the Tianmen area, and his face became even uglier.

The next moment, a roar of angry curses resounded throughout the entire Wanzong City.

"Damn it! If I don't say anything, do you think I'm dead?!" Along with this roar, two smaller purple thunderbolts fell from the sky, and then the voice sounded again: "From today on, I will issue the Wanzong Holy Order: All Yuanying cultivators should practice well for me, don't make trouble! Just make trouble for me! You make me unhappy, I make you uncomfortable! Humph..."

The domineering and cold humming sound lasted for a long time, floating back and forth over Wanzong City.

Xiao Mian racked his brains but couldn't figure out who said this, and what was going on with the three purple thunderbolts, one big and two small. The most important thing is, how did the duel between the Jade Chu Patriarch and the God of Death go? As for the so-called Ten Thousand Sects Holy Order, Xiao Mian had no idea what it was, but it seemed that the thing could command the Yuanying ancestors, which was a bit unbelievable. Could it be that the other party was a Divine Transformation cultivator?

While thinking about it, Xiao Mian saw the little monk beside him thinking about something, and he couldn't help but wink at the little monk, showing his intention to ask.

The little monk didn't say anything, just stretched out his index finger and pointed to the sky.

"Could it be the three great sacred mountains?"

The little monk shook his head and pointed to the sky again.

"......, the one on the top of the three great sacred mountains?"

"Amitabha! Buddha said: It cannot be said! It cannot be said!" Putting his hands together, the little monk's words and deeds that made Xiao Mian look up at the sky, and he saw the three great sacred mountains majestic and magnificent. Looking more closely, the magnificent palace on the three great sacred mountains was looming. Could it be that the old man who just spoke was really the old senior who lived in the Golden Palace? Thinking of what Qi Zhizhai had said at the Yishouliu camp that day, Xiao Mian believed most of it and whispered to himself: "Ten Thousand Sects Holy Order? Ten Thousand Sects Holy Temple?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild! That old monster is definitely not something you and I can guess at the moment. Donor Xiao, just know that he exists, and don't take it too seriously. Brother Xiao fought alone against the Eight Dragons of the Demon God Temple today, and I think he is covered in wounds. I have a 'Golden No Trace' here, which is quite effective for physical injuries, so I'll give it to Donor Xiao!"

While speaking, the little monk took out a small porcelain bottle and wanted to hand it to Xiao Mian, but Xiao Mian didn't take it, and just smiled at the little monk.

"Little monk! We don't seem to have such a good relationship, do we?"

"Donor, you are wrong! You and my Buddha have a predestined relationship, and this is a great friendship!"

"Are you from Tianlong Temple?"

"No! No! I come from a small temple in Xishuzhou!"

"Xishuzhou? Small temple?"

Xiao Mian did not comment on the words, but he did not believe it at all in private: if the little monk was from Xishuzhou, there would be no problem, but if the little monk was from an unknown small temple in Xishuzhou, Xiao Mian would never believe it. Although the little monk did not confront the Dragon King head-on just now, facing the Dragon King's angry eyes, the little monk was not afraid at all, but fooled the Dragon King to lose his fighting spirit. This courage alone is definitely not something that an ordinary small temple can cultivate, not to mention the vajra-shaped artifact that the little monk used to take Xiao Mian out of the space fault just now is clearly a low-level magic weapon!

The little monk can use low-level magic weapons, at least he is a fake pill cultivator, but not every fake pill cultivator is qualified to master low-level magic weapons!

No wonder Xiao Mian is suspicious, but the little monk obviously does not intend to let Xiao Mian believe him. After throwing the small porcelain bottle to Xiao Mian, he turned and left.

Looking at the back of the little monk, and then looking at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, Xiao Mian smiled indifferently, put it in his arms, and then identified the direction and rushed away.

After the previous unexpected incident of the teleportation array, Xiao Mian decided not to use the teleportation array for the time being, so as not to repeat the same mistake. Fortunately, Xiao Mian's speed is not slow. Although there is a speed limit, it took only an hour before and after, and he arrived at the Tianmen area.

But at this time, there was no one on the Tianxing stage.

Fortunately, there were still many people under the Tianxing stage. Listening carefully, Xiao Mian's face was sometimes nervous, sometimes relaxed, and finally full of weirdness.

It turned out that the battle between the Jade Chu Patriarch and the God of Killing today was evenly matched.

The God of Killing came with great momentum and determination. He was determined to unify the Killer Alliance under his control and merge it into one school, thereby replacing the status of the nine major schools of the Farmer School. Therefore, he launched a thunderous attack as soon as he entered the field, intending to overwhelm the Jade Hoe Patriarch. Although the Jade Hoe Patriarch was old, his cultivation had reached the limit that a Yuanying initial stage cultivator could reach. He resolved the attack of the God of Killing with a wave of his hand. However, the Jade Hoe Patriarch was born as a spiritual farmer after all, and he lacked powerful attack methods at hand. After all, he could not cause a fatal blow to the God of Killing who had already advanced to the Yuanying stage.

After a while, it was inevitable that they fell into a protracted war.

As time went on, the God of Killing's spirit gradually weakened, while the Jade Hoe Patriarch became more and more courageous with his long breath, and he was quite old and strong.

In a hurry, the God of Killing used his strongest unique skill - the ultimate killer!

According to the description of the spectators, the moment the absolute killing world was launched, the entire Tianxingtai was filled with all kinds of flying swords, flying knives, magic weapons, bows and arrows. All the weapons that can kill people were among them. The scene can be called a large exhibition of killing weapons.

Seeing that the God of Killing was desperate, the Jade Chu Patriarch was also not vague. The Jade Chu in his hand emitted a soft jade light, forming a defensive barrier around the Jade Chu Patriarch.

One attacked and the other defended, and both of them put all their efforts.

The final result was interrupted by a purple thunder that fell from the sky.

After that, two smaller purple thunders hit the God of Killing and the Jade Chu Patriarch respectively. It was obvious that the old senior was punished by fifty strokes of the board.

The holy order of the Ten Thousand Sects was issued, and the wind and clouds of the Tianxingtai were dispersed.