The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 693 Su Ting Meets the Demon Monk! [Subscribe for the third watch! 】

The terrain of the Northern Territory is very complicated.

Some places belong to wilderness, some places are sandy land, there are also hills, and even further north, there is still a prairie with many tribes on it.

In the past, the grassland tribes rose up, followed the example of the Middle Earth to establish a country, and swept the eight hundred tribes in the northern region.

But here, it is a deep mountain and old forest.

The mountain forest looks dense, and there are many birds and beasts in it, and there are many spirits and monsters, which are quite fierce.

Su Tingfa's boat is so powerful that many ferocious spirits, monsters, wolves, tigers and leopards can't help but tremble and dare not act recklessly.

And Su Ting stood on the dharma boat, looking down, the sky eye on his forehead was falling at the bottom of the previous mountain peak.

On the slope at the bottom of the mountain, leaning against a monk, he was extremely weak and on the verge of death.

There are many spirits and monsters around, drawn by his aura, waiting for an opportunity.

It's just that this monk has a very high Taoism, even though he is on the verge of death, he still has aura to spread, which shocked all the monsters and ghosts.

Perhaps after his death, when the aura dissipated, these spirits and monsters dared to come forward and eat the body of this eminent Buddhist monk, and they could benefit from it and increase their cultivation base.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really miserable to end up like this."

At this moment, a voice came, sighing a little, and said: "I thought that your identity was exposed, and you defected and left, and you would enter the Demon Sect, be listed as an elder, and even replace the Prison Suppressing Demon Knife, and become one of the top ten The devil, who knows that he fell here, seems to be just waiting to die."

The voice seemed quite young, but also very familiar.

Ming Xin reluctantly raised his head and looked forward.

I saw a young man coming in front of me, walking slowly, frowning slightly.

"Elder Su..."

Ming Xin gave a wry smile, and his breath became weaker as he affected the injury.

Su Ting didn't respond, but quietly looked at the middle-aged monk leaning on the hillside.

This monk has regular facial features and a gentle expression, but there is blood on the corner of his mouth, and his breath is already extremely weak.

As for the white monk robe, half of it was stained with blood, looking very bleak.

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On the French boat.

Out of caution, Su Ting let the elf and others stay on the dharma boat to avoid the spread of the fighting.

This is a dharma ship that is priced like an immortal treasure. It is extremely extraordinary. Unless the three great demon lords or Su Guan'er, the lord of the demonic way, come in person, even the first demon lord will not be able to pierce it for a while. This French boat.

On the dharma boat, Su Yuezhen and Jing'er stood on the edge, looked down, and saw the white-robed monk lying on the hillside, covered in blood.

"Is this the demon monk?"

Huanhua Pavilion was attacked, and it was the demon monk who spread the news.

After the Mozong learned about the traces of Huanhua Pavilion's trip, he set up a magic formation, headed by the Suppressing Prison Demon Knife, and four half-immortal-level old demons, accompanied by Mozong's disciples, intercepted and killed them halfway, almost destroying the contemporary disciples of Huanhua Pavilion .

Although with the help of the little elves, Yun Gong and other elders had a chance to breathe and opened a way for the disciples to survive, but afterward, the disciples of the Demon Sect kept chasing and killing them.

Huanhua Pavilion still suffered heavy losses.

The source of the news, and the cause of everything, lies in the demon monk below.

Jing'er gritted her teeth tightly, full of hatred.

Su Yueyan also had a complicated look on her face, thinking of all the senior sisters, she felt heavy in her heart.

The little elf took a look, stroked his chin, and muttered in his heart: "There doesn't seem to be any devilishness... Looking at him, he seems to be kind and kind-eyed, and he doesn't seem to be gloomy and ferocious like ordinary demons... This is the so-called human being. Does it look good?"

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between the forests.

But seeing the mountain wind blowing, the twigs swaying, and the grass blades slanting slightly.

With his hands behind his back, Su Ting looked at the monk who was now listed as a demon monk by the righteous way and was trying his best to kill him, without saying a word.

Monk Mingxin was lying there reclined, with half of his body stained with blood, his breathing was weak, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Elder Su is very capable."

Monk Mingxin smiled bitterly, and said: "The aftermath of the battle has been spread for thousands of miles. I thought it was a hard fight, but I didn't think it was just a short moment, I defeated the enemy and found the poor monk."

He looked at Su Ting, there was still blood on the corner of his mouth, but his lips were as pale as paper, without blood, trembling slightly, sighed: "The fighting skills are so brilliant, it is worthy of the name of an invincible god... It's just that you can find the poor Monk, it seems that Elder Su is also quite dabbled in the method of tracing."

Su Ting said slowly: "I haven't learned any methods of divination, and I don't have any experience in finding traces. I just passed by the front and beheaded a devil. It was rescued by a Taoist disciple. Before killing him, Su Mou asked and learned that you fell here, so he came here to have a look..."

Speaking of this, Su Ting turned a little strange, and said: "I thought you had already left, but this visit was probably in vain. I didn't expect you to be so seriously injured that you were on the verge of death."

"Ashamed..."

Mingxin looked a little sad, but he also said: "The poor monk saw that he was young, and his cultivation in the way of magic was not too high. He thought he could be saved by Buddhism and returned to the right way. He didn't expect that hidden dangers would occur halfway, and he beat him up." One hit, hit the vital point, fell to this point, and couldn't resist the hidden danger of this demonic way, and finally ran out of oil and lamps dried up."

After finishing speaking, he looked a little grateful, and said: "Although this demon is young, but he fled just now, and I'm afraid it will endanger the world. Fortunately, Elder Su took action, otherwise, if he escapes to do evil, he will be killed." The poor monk's crimes, this evil has to be carried on the poor monk's body...Now that Elder Su has taken action, the poor monk is very grateful, but the injury is so serious that it is difficult to salute."

"Exorcise evil."

Su Ting said: "Su killed the enemy and never wiped them out. On the contrary, there are many people like you who have good intentions and don't want to kill. But when they are negligent, they are escaped by evil people, causing disasters everywhere and creating many evil obstacles. "

Ming Xin said in a low voice: "Heaven has the virtue of loving life, even the most vicious and extremely evil people will be put under hell, and there will also be Master Xuan Ce who will teach them to discipline them to be good...Even if they are evil, they are still living beings."

Su Ting shook his head and didn't argue with him. He just said, "You should think about these things after you go to hell. Now that you are dying, what last words do you have?"

Ming Xin was silent for a while, and said: "The poor monk is not a person who has become a demon."

Su Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mingxin said in a low voice: "Although the poor monk has achieved some achievements in Buddhism, he is not a Buddha after all. He has no thoughts of emptiness and purity. He doesn't want to be infamous after death, and he doesn't want the reputation of the Western Buddhist sect to be damaged because of the poor monk's fault. .”

He sighed, looked at Su Ting, and said: "The poor monk has never practiced magic skills, and has never fallen into the way of magic."

Su Ting paused for a moment and said, "The whereabouts of Huanhua Pavilion were leaked from you, right?"

Ming Xin looked sad, nodded and said: "It's the poor monk's negligence."

Su Ting vaguely thought of something, sighed, and said, "Just tell me how many secrets there are in this matter."

(End of this chapter)