A bloody hole pierced the pig-headed man's forehead, and the battle came to an end in an instant.

"Sorry, it was a little too strong."

The monk in white smiled and apologized, but for some reason, the onlookers felt that the young monk's gentle expression turned sinister.

The status of hunter and prey changes only in an instant. This kind of thing is not uncommon in this chaotic era.

Therefore, no one said anything, they just looked at these unusual four people with questioning eyes.

The pig-headed monster is not completely dead yet, although the head and brain stem were pierced and it lost all ability to resist.

But even a dying beast can still have some physical strength left, let alone a mythical creature like it.

"You..." Its eyes were filled with fear and a bit of madness, and the corners of its mouth twitched as if it wanted to beg for mercy.

Wave!--

Linard ignored it and gently grabbed it with one hand, completely crushing the soul hidden in its brain.

The pig-headed monster's body stiffened instantly, and when the breeze blew by, it turned into flying ash and flew away.

There was silence, and the next moment, countless people's eyes were red and they were shouting wildly: "Xuan Zang! Xuanzang!"

"howl!!!"

The scene became slightly deformed, and the crowds of people in the sky were entangled together, turning into a scene that would make people feel sick, distorted, and vomited just by looking at it.

All kinds of human bodies were pieced together. Linard's brazen killing of the pig-headed monster disrupted the city's well-hidden rules until just now. Countless people gathered together and their limbs flew out, blocking all Linard's

retreat.

"Ha, that's it? Can't bear it anymore?" Linnard chuckled, spread out one hand, and an invisible shock wave spread out, strangling all the weird things around him that were hostile to him into powder.

call……

Dust covered the sky and sun was kicked up, and drastic changes suddenly changed the surrounding scene.

When the dust settled, Linnard and his puppets stood quietly on the spot.

The turbulent flow of people disappeared, and in front of them was a huge temple.

The towering red brick walls indicate that this temple is extremely large and may be the core of a certain sect.

The bluestone roads on all sides have stretched infinitely, the space has been changed, and the city wall of Ning'an City still stands in the distance.

However, his location was no longer in the central square, as if he had been moved to the front of this tall temple in an instant.

"Oh? Was everything just an illusion?"

His mental power told him that his position had never changed. That tall, ugly and weird creature had never appeared.

"The pig-headed man is the center of the phantom ritual. If you kill it, can you advance to the next level?"

Linard muttered softly, led the horse forward and lightly knocked on the high courtyard door.

Knock knock knock!!!

There was a rapid knock on the door, and the rhythm was fast, as if chasing a ghost for life.

His raised hand froze in mid-air, and he looked at the distance between his hand and the door. Before Linard could think about where the knocking came from, he saw two doors slowly opening.

He stood at the door and looked into the main hall.

In the main hall, there are many monks who are obviously from the monastery. They are sitting or standing with extremely pious expressions. They are like stars over the moon, guarding a great monk in front of him who is wearing a supreme cassock with red background and gold thread.

Eminent monk.

If Linard's conjecture is correct, the man wearing cassocks and robes is the legendary Buddhist scripture seeker.

Is that Master Tripitaka?

If there was a Tang Dynasty in the history of this plane, maybe he would also be called Tang Monk?

Unfortunately, the face of this person who was suspected to be Sanzang was very blurry, and was deliberately obscured by everyone, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly.

Linard was not in a hurry to go in. The four of them and one horse stayed on the stone road outside the main hall, waiting quietly for a while and listening to what was going on inside.

The people inside are all awakened ones.

The golden elixir monk, the two Taoist monks, and hundreds of Qi Refining Realm disciples all prostrated themselves on the ground at the same time, "Greetings to the Immortal Lord!"

The Immortal Lord said calmly: "No need to be polite, just sit down. There are still twenty-three teams on the way and will arrive in three hours. When they arrive, I will start the lecture."

Everyone quickly thanked the Immortal Lord, put down the futons they brought and sat down.

Then, as the Immortal Lord said, twenty-three teams arrived one after another within three hours. The total number of monks who came here to listen to the lecture was over a thousand.

However, despite the large number of people, there is only one person with the highest cultivation level who is in the early stage of the Golden elixir and more than a dozen people who are in the Taoist level.

The rest are all in the Qi refining realm.

And nearly half of them can only reach the second or third level of Qi Refining, or even the first level of Qi Refining.

The reason for this is that firstly, the White Feather Realm was washed away and its resources were almost plundered. It has not been able to recover much for more than ten thousand years.

Second, the population is limited and there is no large population base. Naturally, there are not many immortal seedlings with excellent qualifications. In fact, most of the more than a thousand people have only good or excellent qualifications.

The third is the severance of inheritance.

The great cataclysm more than 10,000 years ago wiped out all the immortals and 99% of the monks in the White Feather Realm.

The inheritance of the Immortal Dao has been cut off to this extent, and it is already very remarkable to have a golden elixir monk.

Today, Ni Kun will continue the inheritance for the survivors of the White Feather Realm.

Everyone had arrived, and Ni Kun, who was sitting in front of the Taoist temple, finally spoke: "The first lecture, the method of spreading the foundation of martial arts..."

When he opened his mouth, purple thunder descended from the sky and surrounded Ni Kun's body. An unknown fire ignited from under him, like a lotus platform, covering half of his body. There was an ethereal wind that came from nowhere and penetrated from the top of his head.

enter.

Bath in thunder, sit on the fire, wash in the wind.

Every wisp of thunder and lightning, every wisp of flame, and every breeze fell in the eyes of the monks, making them tremble with fear.

The only golden elixir cultivator felt particularly profoundly. He felt that there was a ray of lightning, flames, and light wind falling on him, and he was about to be destroyed physically and mentally.

But the Immortal Lord actually acted as if nothing had happened, bathing in the terrifying wind, fire, thunder and lightning, speaking slowly and calmly.

The immortal’s supernatural powers are astonishing.

With this magical power as a backdrop, even though what the Immortal Master said was only the foundation of martial arts, the monks still held their breath and listened carefully, not daring to miss a word.

Even the golden elixir monk sat upright like a primary school student, listening to the method of establishing the foundation of martial arts that was already useless to him.

Listen and listen, and everyone will understand the mystery.

The martial arts taught by the Immortal Master are not only extremely superb fighting and killing techniques, but also a righteous method that can be used to enter the Tao through martial arts.

Moreover, while practicing, you can also subtly improve your bones and slowly improve your qualifications, laying a solid foundation for entering the Tao through martial arts and converting to the immortal way in the future.

In this way, the problem of a small population base and too few immortal cultivators can be solved to a certain extent.

As a result, everyone listened more attentively and remembered every word of the Immortal Master's words firmly in their hearts.

Sanzang's voice sounded a little dull, and it echoed in the main hall, which was still a bit dark even though many lights were lit.

There's nothing special about it, it feels like a bit of a magic trick, and it's far less exciting than the battle outside.

The only thing that has some effect is that the person who takes the scriptures is not one person, but has been passed down from generation to generation. That little figure is the person who takes the scriptures today.

The two people outside were fighting hard, which was pretty good to watch, but the floor under their feet often made a "squeaking" sound under the two people's steps.

It gives people the feeling that it has been in disrepair and may break or fall down at any time.

Not long after, the battle outside was decided, and it ended with the man in the temple punching the challenger away and hitting the outermost railing.

After the victory, the people in the temple didn't say much and stood silently, waiting for the next challenger.

The little scripture seekers in the main hall also stopped talking about the greatness of the scripture seekers and how sacred the pursuit of scriptures is.

The scene was a little quiet, with only some whispers.

After a while, someone asked: "The scripture collectors have passed it down from generation to generation, so where is the true scripture that saves the world?"

At that time, Yu Kongyuan used the fragments of the Scripture to Deceive Linard, saying that the Xinyan clan came for the Scripture.

The sutra collectors still only exist in people's mouths and records, but the true sutra that saves the world has really appeared, and there is definitely a physical object.

Many people come here, not for the great cause of seeking scriptures, but for the true scriptures that save the world and the people who seek the scriptures.

"The Scripture of Saving the World was partially obtained by a certain generation of Buddhist scriptures a long time ago, and it has already been spread throughout the world." The masked scripture seeker said, "The power of the Scripture of Saving the World flows in the blood of all ghost exorcists.

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"I mean the real thing..." the person who just spoke said, "If there is no true scripture of salvation, how can we prove that you are the one who took the scriptures? It is not that the temple is lying to us."

The people in the temple were very quiet, even if the man who spoke hinted that they were causing trouble, he remained calm.

Silent, like a sculpture.

It's just that this silence makes people feel uncomfortable.

A dog that barks at people will make people feel irritated, but a dog that doesn't bark or move, but keeps staring at people will make people feel uneasy.
To be continued...