Peerless God Lord

More than ten hours later, Mo Ling and a group of elders from the Yuntian Sect arrived at Jinhong Temple.

Jinhong Temple is located in the center of Litian Territory, in a valley, with majestic towers rising into the sky.

The entire valley is filled with huge Buddha statues, shining brightly and brilliantly.

The loud voice of Ten Thousand Buddhas spreads from the valley to the endless distance.

These sounds of Ten Thousand Buddhas are extremely contagious and can cleanse people's souls and magically sublimate them from the inside out.

Near Jinhong Temple, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, there are a large number of creatures, either worshiping from a distance or listening attentively.

In short, Jinhong Temple is the supreme existence in this area.

Whoosh! ! !

Mo Ling and a group of others flew directly to the top of Jinhong Temple.

However, when they were still more than ten miles away from Jinhong Temple, they were unable to move forward. The Voice of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Light of Ten Thousand Buddhas coming from Jinhong Temple were like invisible barriers, blocking their way.

"Who is coming?"

A loud voice came from Jinhong Temple, distant and grand.

"Yuntian Sect, Young Sect Master Mo Ling!"

Mo Ling said loudly.

"Master Mo, please come back, we won't accept you!"

Another loud sound came from Jinhong Temple, clear, clear, and deafening.

When Mo Ling heard this, he sneered in his heart, was he looking down on him?

very good!

I hope that the monks of Jinhong Temple will still be so proud and complacent later.

The next breath, a figure appeared silently beside Mo Ling.

No!

This is not a human figure, just a wisp of existence like a breeze, as if it is a transparent shadow.

When the elders of the Yuntian Sect, including the First Elder Xue Wenzhuo and the Second Elder Fulun, saw the shadow, their hearts jumped wildly and their eyes widened, trying to see clearly what the shadow looked like.

Is this Mo Ling's mysterious master?

Who is it?

What kind of cultivation is it?

What kind of existence is it?

Can you deal with the powerful Jinhong Temple?

When all the elders of Yuntian Sect were full of surprise and curiosity, they saw the transparent shadow whose face could not be seen clearly and snorted softly.

In an instant, the sound of humming was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and the sounds of thousands of Buddhas and the divine light of thousands of Buddhas emanating from Jinhong Temple disappeared.

At this moment, not to mention the elders of Yuntian Sect, even Mo Ling was shocked and excited.

The Sound of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Light of Ten Thousand Buddhas of Jinhong Temple are extremely powerful. It is said that it is the power of Jinhong Temple to protect the temple.

This kind of power is so powerful that ordinary Dao realm experts cannot break it.

However, his master did not actually show up. He just snorted softly and destroyed the Voice of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the Divine Light of Ten Thousand Buddhas. This kind of heaven-defying strength was simply invincible.

At this time, the entire Jinhong Temple exploded.

One by one, strong men flew out of Jinhong Temple. These were all Buddhist cultivators wearing monk robes. There were quite a few of them, numbering in the thousands.

The leader was a tall old monk, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a white face without beard.

"Amitabha, Lao Na, Buddha of Jinhong Temple, Jue Yun, I wonder what you are here for?"

The tall old monk clasped his hands together and asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the illusory transparent shadow.

This Buddha Jueyun is the most powerful person in Jinhong Temple.

"Senior Jueyun, there is only one thing for me to do when I come down. Let me get straight to the point. Your Jinhong Temple must submit to our Yuntian Sect!" Mo Ling said in a deep voice.

"You bastards, you Yun Tian Sect's small force is worthy of our submission!"

Behind Jueyun, a middle-aged Buddhist cultivator shouted angrily, with an angry look on his face.

Why does Jinhong Temple exist?

One of the three strongest forces among the Litian Territory martial arts clan.

And what kind of force is Yuntian Sect?

The Yuntian Sect is not even worthy of carrying shoes to the Jinhong Temple. In the past, the leader of the Yuntian Sect, Tianlunzi, was submissive and extremely respectful when he came to the Jinhong Temple.

But now, it is simply a joke to ask them to surrender to Jinhong Temple.

However, the space around the middle-aged Buddhist cultivator tightened when he spoke, and he felt an extremely powerful spatial oppression.

boom!

Without warning, the body of the middle-aged Buddhist cultivator exploded instantly, turning into ashes and disappearing into smoke.

"What?"

"who are you?"

"Form up quickly!"

In an instant, all the Buddhist cultivators in Jinhong Temple shook violently and immediately spread out in a fan shape, preparing to form a formation.

"Now, there is no worthy or unworthy, only the strong and the weak!"

The vague transparent shadow spoke. His voice was slightly hoarse and indifferent, as if there was no emotion in it. It was Su Mo's voice.

"Who is the donor and why is he so domineering?" Jue Yun frowned tightly and stared at Su Mo.

He couldn't tell the depth of Su Mo, but based on his feeling, they might not be able to deal with him.

"I don't like killing, maybe we can talk!" Su Mo's voice sounded again.

When the old monk Jueyun heard this, he frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay!"

Immediately, Su Mo waved his hand, and an invisible force of time and space enveloped Jue Yun.

The old monk Jueyun was slightly shocked, but he felt that the power of time and space was too strong, so he did not resist.

Because it seems like I can’t resist.

This also made him even more afraid of Su Mo's strength.

In an instant, Su Mo and the old monk Jueyun disappeared without a trace.

All the Buddhist cultivators at Jinhong Temple were shocked, but they didn't dare to do anything. They were all on guard.

Su Mo pulled the old monk Jueyun into the depths of time and space. The two stood face to face, but Su Mo still did not show his true body.

"What does the donor want to say?" Old Monk Jueyun asked in a deep voice.

"Your Jinhong Temple is of Buddhist origin, so I would like to ask you, what is the essence or meaning of Buddhist cultivation?" Su Mo asked calmly.

Old Monk Jueyun frowned. He didn't understand what Su Mo meant, but he still told the truth.

"My Buddha is merciful and the Dharma is boundless. What we pay attention to is to wash away the dust of our habits and see our true nature clearly; to escape from samsara and save all sentient beings; to benefit ourselves and others and to help others; to refrain from doing evil and to practice all kinds of good deeds; to purify our minds; to save all sentient beings. All suffer, and all living beings are equal…!”

The old monk Jueyun talked endlessly about the true meaning of his Buddhist practice.

"stop!"

Su Mo raised his hand, interrupted the other person's words, and said mockingly: "Educate all sentient beings? Haha, can you save the soul race? Can you save the spirit race? Can you save those major races that are above us? Still All living beings are equal, do you think you are equal to the Jing Clan and the Soul Clan?"

When Jueyun heard this, he immediately fell silent and remained speechless for a long time.

"Master, don't you have anything to say?" Su Mo asked in a deep voice.

"Amitabha! Donor, the people are helpless. Our Jinhong Temple has limited capabilities and is really powerless!" Master Jueyun shook his head and sighed, clasping his hands and saying.

Indeed, it is impossible for all living beings to be equal in the Heavenly Soul Source Realm, let alone to transform all living beings, and it will never be possible.

"Follow me and surrender, and I will lead you to overthrow the Heavenly Soul Realm!" Su Mo's words were concise and concise and could not be refused.

When the old monk Jueyun heard this, his heart suddenly shook and he stared at Su Mo's transparent and blurry figure in astonishment.

Are you... going to rebel?