A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 214 God Tribulation Monk, Nine Nether Silver Wings

The gray-clothed monk is the lowest-ranking monk in Wanhuang Temple.However, the monk in gray came out of the third courtyard of Bulao Temple.

Incredible!

Because, in the third courtyard, only the Yuanchu master walked out.Now, all the three hundred Nascent Souls of Wanhuang Temple should be in the second courtyard.

In Bulao Temple, there are actually other monks?

And, obviously, that's no ordinary monk.

The gray-clothed monk looked young, about 30 years old.However, his body is thin and slightly tall, and he looks a bit weak.

However, as soon as the monk in gray came out.

All the monks in the Bulao Temple bowed and saluted, even the master at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, but no one made a sound.

The young monk looked stern, and walked slowly from the third courtyard to the second courtyard, but he did not speak.However, as soon as the monk appeared, there seemed to be an invisible force.

The front yard of Wanhuang Temple, which was still shaking just now, gradually calmed down, and there was no more movement.

"God Tribulation!"

Su Mo and Guan Xiong raised their brows.Because they are very familiar with that kind of breath.That young monk turned out to be a cultivator.

At this time, Linghu He Huan's expression also changed slightly.

Because, the appearance of this monk Shenjie was definitely not in her plan.

Is there a god robbery in the Bulao Temple?

Back then, there was absolutely no such monk among the people who walked out of Jiuyou.Because Linghu He Huan couldn't feel the Jiuyou brand on his body.

Who is this monk?It seems that his status in Bulao Temple is even higher than Baipao Yuanchu.

The aura of divine robbery suppressed everything in an instant.

At that moment, the whole temple was silent.

God Tribulation, that exists like a god on the Bone Continent.Because, the undead realm will never appear on the Bone Continent.

"He's in the mid-stage of Divine Tribulation!" Guan Xiong said to Su Mo through voice transmission.

In the middle of the divine catastrophe!

That is an existence that is a little higher than Guan Xiong and Feng Xi.In Bulao Temple, there is such a peerless power?
"Who are you?" Linghu He Huan asked.

The young monk was silent, but his eyes narrowed slightly.There is a divine light in his eyes.Then, he stood up with one palm and bowed slightly, which was regarded as a courtesy.

However, the aura of divine robbery on his body has not restrained in the slightest.In fact, it was not a deliberate coercion, but a natural one.

The young monk was silent.

Linghu He Huan couldn't help but frowned beautifully, and asked again: "Monk, who are you?"

The young monk's expression remained unchanged and he did not speak.

But at this time, the monks of the Bulao Temple around them were silent, and they didn't have the slightest intention to strike up a conversation.

For a while, the atmosphere in the entire Bulao Temple was quite strange.

"Monk, who are you?" Linghu He Huan asked three times.However, the young monk just didn't speak.Not talking is not talking, but the breath of the young monk seems to be strengthening.

The entire Bulao Temple seems to be under his pressure.

One person can control thousands of people!

That monk has that kind of power.

Those cultivators in the Southern Region of the Bone even felt numb all over and their legs were weak.They wanted to step back, but they couldn't move an inch.

At this time, Linghu He Huan also felt that coercion.

That young monk gave her a feeling of being inexplicable and unknown.

It is as stable as a mountain and cannot be climbed.

"Monk, are you a mute?" Linghu He Huan mocked.Because, theoretically speaking, it is impossible for the monk Shenjie to be a mute.

dumb?

As soon as Linghu He Huan's words came out, Su Mo's heart skipped a beat.

dumb?

Because, three of the five sons of the Holy Wheel left the Wulun Sect.Among them, the most formidable one was the mute who was already the fourth disciple of Soul Transformation Dzogchen at that time.

The fourth son of the holy wheel, he is good at all kinds of skills, and his cultivation is as high as the sky.However, he does not speak a word all his life, so everyone calls him a mute.

Back then, during the Five Wheels and Bone Wars, four of the five disciples of the Holy Wheel showed up.Only the fourth disciple, the mute, did not show up.

dumb?Mute!In the middle of the divine calamity.

Su Mo and Guan Xiong couldn't help but looked at each other.They were all thinking in their hearts: Could it be that the young monk in front of him is the founder of Wulun sect who is dumb?
Linghu He Huan said that the young monk was dumb.And when the monk heard this, a faint smile appeared on his stern face.

Then, the monk tapped in the void with one hand.

His fingertips radiate brilliance.

Immediately, sixteen characters appeared in the air.

"Life and death are up to you, please leave quickly. Jiuyou is like a dream, you don't have to come again!" The sixteen characters, although ancient and clumsy, are shining brightly, condensed and not scattered, it seems that there are really sixteen characters that have been inscribed abruptly As in the void.

"Huh?" Linghu He Huan frowned.She looked at the sixteen characters carefully.However, what she saw was not the literal meaning, but the brilliance flowing on the font.

The light of divine calamity is endlessly bright.

Linghu He Huan understood that it was the young monk's warning to her.The power of divine calamity is definitely not something that ordinary Soul Transformation Dzogchen can contend with.

Although Linghu He Huan is not an ordinary soul-transforming Dzogchen, it is almost impossible to resist the divine calamity.

However, Linghu He Huan was definitely not reconciled.

"Jiuyou is like a dream? Hehe!" Linghu He Huan turned to look at Master Yuanchu and the others, "Those who betrayed Jiuyou will be condemned to the pillar of shame forever. One day, the sea of ​​stars will reappear, and you will be expelled from the Heaven Book. Wandering among the worlds, like a wild ghost, with nowhere to live. Do you really want to?"

Linghu He Huan's words seemed to indicate that he could not be restrained with prestige, but could only be moved with emotion.

However, Grandmaster Yuanchu stood on the spot and just shook his head.

"Jiuyou is like a dream, no complaints and no regrets!" At this time, the corner of Yuanchu's clothes was no longer floating.The moment the young monk appeared, Master Yuanchu stood still.

Linghu He Huan narrowed his eyes, and a charming sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Li Yuanchu, what a dream, no complaints or regrets? You are obsessed!" Linghu He Huan said with a sneer, "Today, I want all sentient beings to see what is under your Wanhuang Temple!"

"Jiuyou is not a demon, and I cannot let you raise a demon!"

Speaking of the last sentence, a murderous intent appeared on Linghu He Huan's face.

call--

Looking at her back again, two silver wings protruded suddenly.When the wings flicked, they were more than ten feet wide.It turned out that under her wide white robe, there was always a pair of wings hidden.

The wings, shining silver, dazzled people's eyes.

"Nine Nether Silver Wings!" Grandmaster Yuanchu's expression changed suddenly.

Because, in the entire Nine Nether City, there are only three pairs of such wings.Linghu He Huan actually brought a pair, no wonder she was able to leave Jiuyou.

And when the silver wings spread out, Linghu He Huan looked like an angel.

call--

She didn't rush towards the young monk, but with the power of her wings, she directly got rid of the shackles of the power of divine calamity, and went straight to the night in the front yard of Wanhuang Temple.

At that moment, Linghu He Huan was like a white elf, rushing straight to the devil world!

Regardless of life and death.

(End of this chapter)