Chapter 117 Demon

Fang Ziyu's sword strike was becoming perfect in terms of strength and control over sword intent, and it could be said that she had fully displayed her strength at the Nether Opening Realm.

This kind of sword strike was enough to make most cultivators in the same realm hesitate.

The sword intent that filled the sky wrapped around her sword body, and her azure skirt was lifted by the true essence that surged out of her body, so that it could be said that she was as floating as an immortal.

However, the little monk who called himself Guang Lingui still stood there and angrily refuted Fang Ziyu's words.

That was why he was still talking to himself when Jian Mang was already there.

Clang.

A soft sound suddenly rang out at that moment.

Fang Ziyu's sword met the golden barrier around the little monk.

Fang Ziyu had witnessed the power of this barrier before. She did not dare to push it up. The sword intent around her body surged, and the pylorus in her body opened wide. A boundless amount of true essence surged out like a tide to support her sword.

Break!

A tender reprimand like an edict spat out from her mouth.

At that time, the golden barrier around the little monk actually appeared with tiny cracks.

The faces of the surrounding people were delighted. This little monk's strength was truly terrifying. Previously, even the ten plus direct disciples were unable to break through his barrier, but Fang Ziyu did it.

This undoubtedly gave everyone who had been feeling sorrowful a boost.

"Huh?" The little monk naturally realized this at that time. He frowned and a golden light surged in his eyes.

At that moment, the golden light shone and enveloped his body.

Fang Ziyu's expression trembled under the golden light, and then his face turned pale. He was actually forced back several zhang. When he landed, he coughed out a mouthful of blood and his expression became dispirited.

"Senior Sister!" Seeing this, the surrounding people let out a cry of alarm. Immediately, someone hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

The disciples from the Xuanhe Peak also arrived at this moment. Including Qin Keqing, they all stepped forward to bring the injured disciples back to the crowd and began to bandage their injuries.

Seeing this, the little monk did not stop him.

He shook his head, and his gaze towards the crowd was filled with pity. Immediately after, he shouted, "Amitabha." Then, he took another step forward and continued walking towards the peak of the mountain.

These disciples had witnessed the strange side of the little monk and didn't dare to stop him. They could only retreat with their swords in their hands. They looked at him vigilantly, but no one dared to step forward.

"Brother Xu? What's wrong with you?" Song Yueming looked at the little monk's recklessness and felt endless resentment in his heart. Even if his cultivation wasn't good, he still wanted to do something. However, Xu Han's current situation was extremely strange. He didn't dare to let Xu Han stay here, so he could only ask anxiously.

However, at this moment, the demonic energy in Xu Han's right arm was moving even more violently. He keenly noticed that as the little monk approached, the demonic energy in his right arm became even more violent. He had no choice but to use all of his strength to suppress the raging demon arm, so he had no time to respond to Song Yueming's words.

At the same time, he couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

Who exactly was this little monk, and why was his demon arm pulled by him?

As he thought about this, his still scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the little monk who was slowly walking towards him, wanting to see what was going on.

"Eh?" The little monk who was slowly walking forward seemed to have sensed Xu Han's gaze at that time. With a soft sigh, he turned his gaze and saw that it was about to land on Xu Han.

However, at this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps came from afar. The disciples on the mountain path lined up at that time, only to see that the Sect Leader had finally led the elders and deacons of the various peaks to rush over.

The little monk noticed the difference between the two of them, so he had no choice but to withdraw his gaze and look at the group of great figures from the Exquisite Pavilion who had suddenly arrived.

…

Ning Zhumang had a headache.

He had just finished taking care of Long Congyun's mess, but before he could completely stop, a small monk from somewhere forced the Linglong Pavilion to ring the Black Dragon Bell.

If this matter were to spread out, it would inevitably be laughed at by the Jianghu of Great Zhou.

As he thought about this, he calmed his eyes and sized up the person who caused all of this, the little monk named Guang Lingui.

After all, Ning Zhumang's horizons far exceeded those of ordinary disciples.

He sized up the little monk, but he couldn't see his foundation. The surrounding disciples with tears and injuries also showed that the little monk was unusual to some extent.

Of course, it was hard for others to notice that when Ning Zhumang's gaze swept across the pale-faced Fang Ziyu, a hint of hostility appeared in his eyes for a moment, but it was suppressed by him in the blink of an eye.

However, Ning Zhumang looked at the little monk, and the little monk was also looking at him.

"I say, are you the manager here?" The little monk looked around and then withdrew his gaze. He curled his lips and asked.

Even though the Linglong Pavilion was currently in a bad state, it was still recognized as the number one sect in the Great Zhou Empire. It was almost unprecedented for anyone in the world to dare to address this Sect Leader in such a manner.

Surprisingly, the little monk's words did not make Ning Zhumang angry at all.

He only looked at the little monk with a calm gaze and said, "I am the one who dares to ask who your Excellency is, and why did you injure my sect? Although my Linglong Pavilion rarely participates in disputes in Jianghu, it is determined that you are not someone you can humiliate at will!"

In Ning Zhumang's eyes, the young monk in front of him was definitely not as young as he looked. He must have cultivated some strange techniques to do so. Otherwise, a young monk of eleven or twelve years old could defeat ten or so direct disciples including Fang Ziyu on his own without any damage.

At such a young age, with such a cultivation level, if the so-called Chen Xuanji or the likes of Meng Liang were to be revealed, not to mention geniuses, wouldn't they not even be considered trash?

Ning Zhumang knew very well that there was no such monster in this world.

Therefore, even if he couldn't see through his opponent's roots, he was certain that this little monk wasn't as young as he looked.

"I didn't hit them. They hit me. As for who I am …" The little monk corrected with great dissatisfaction. Then, his expression became serious. When did his hands perform Buddhist rituals on his chest?

"This poor monk's name is Guang Lingui. He has come here to subdue demons and eliminate demons and save all living beings."

As the little monk spoke, bursts of dazzling Buddhist light shot out from his body. His face was silent and he was bathed in the Buddhist light. He truly had a dignified appearance of a treasure, the image of a Buddha saving the world.

Even Ning Zhumang was stunned. His brows furrowed, "Are you from the Great Xia Long Yin Temple?"

He thought for a moment in his heart. The living Buddha in the Dragon Hidden Temple did not seem to have such a person in front of him. This made him even more puzzled about the little monk's foundation.

"I don't know about the Dragon Hidden Temple. I only know that there are great demons causing trouble here. If I want to surrender him, Benefactor, please do me a favor!" The little monk kept quiet about it.

"What a joke! Where did my Linglong Pavilion get that monster? I think you're clearly the thief sent by the Dragon Hidden Temple. You want to cholera our Great Zhou's Jianghu!" Qing Ru Xi, the Dao Master of the Saber on the Chongju Peak behind Ning Zhu Mang, took a step forward and shouted loudly. Cultivators of the Saber Dao were so angry that they obviously didn't have the mood to spout nonsense with this little monk.

"A mortal with the naked eye, how can I recognize demons and ghosts?" The little monk shook his head when he heard this, and his helpless voice was filled with pity for everyone.

"I am clearly a demon, and I still want to subdue demons and eliminate demons!" However, just as he finished speaking, a bright voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

The little monk's body paused for a moment. He turned around and looked at the crowd, only to see Song Yueming speaking loudly with a face full of indignation.

"Demon?" The expression on the little monk's face changed slightly. He stared at Song Yueming and lowered his voice a little, "I'm a Buddha, not a devil."

"You are a devil!" However, Song Yueming was a straightforward person. He did not notice the little monk's abnormal state at all and stubbornly said.

" Guang Lingui , Guang Lingui , isn't it written together like a devil?"

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