Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

When Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng arrived at the Jubao Pavilion, the entire area in front of the pavilion was packed with people.

Guards from the Jubao Pavilion stood at the entrance, preventing all guests from entering, and a sign was hung up indicating a temporary closure.

Everyone was discussing and speculating about what exactly had happened inside the Jubao Pavilion.

Since the Jubao Pavilion opened in this capital city, there had never been any such thing as a temporary closure.

Many eyes were fixed on the sky above the Jubao Pavilion, where golden light shot up from inside, illuminating the pavilion like a golden palace.

Waves of wooden fish sounds and chanting voices emanated from within.

However, after these two sounds were transmitted, they no longer had the effect of erasing the will of the soul.

Clearly, the people inside were doing this intentionally.

Jun Wuxie's eyes were cold; that bald donkey was gathering all the power of conversion in the courtyard where he lived, trying to convert Yue Yao and Su Lan.

"Stop, we are temporarily closed today. Except for internal personnel of the Jubao Pavilion, no one else is allowed to enter!"

Jun Wuxie and Yan Qingcheng were stopped by two guards at the entrance.

"I am a friend of your chief steward, and I am here today for her sake! You should be very clear about her current situation, so move aside quickly!"

"Young Master Jun, we naturally recognize you, but this matter is internal to our Jubao Pavilion, and outsiders cannot interfere. It would be better for you to wait outside."

A guard captain walked out from inside the Jubao Pavilion.

"An internal matter?" Jun Wuxie's eyes were very cold as he said, "Su Lan, as the chief steward of the Jubao Pavilion in the Great Zhou Capital, is now trapped inside your Jubao Pavilion. What is the reason for this? What mistake did she make to be treated like this?"

The guard captain said calmly, "There's no need for Young Master Jun to worry. The Jubao Pavilion's high-level executives have their own reasons for doing things."

Jun Wuxie felt a surge of anger in his heart, and golden blood energy instantly surged from between his palms, ready to strike.

At this moment, a Buddhist proclamation came from inside.

"Amitabha."

A handsome young monk with delicate features, his hands folded in prayer, walked out from inside.

With each step he took, golden Buddha light bloomed.

After those Buddha lights bloomed under his feet, they flowed backward and gathered on top of his head, forming an oval golden罩.

On the罩, Sanskrit characters shone, moving with the flowing golden light, making him look divine.

Instantly.

All eyes in front of the Jubao Pavilion focused on the young monk.

In a place like the Great Zhou Capital, it was rare to see monks.

It was said that in the Eastern Wilderness Continent, Buddhism was only prevalent in the Western Regions, and those Buddhist people all possessed very powerful abilities.

The Western Regions were separated from the Southern Regions by thousands of mountains and rivers, so how could people from the Buddhist sect come here?

Just as everyone was guessing, the handsome young monk spoke.

"Benefactor, there is a lot of hostility in your heart, and you have angry thoughts. If it is because of my Uncle Huiyuan, perhaps benefactor has misunderstood."

He put his hands together and said calmly to Jun Wuxie, his face full of sincerity and compassion.

"Misunderstood?" Jun Wuxie narrowed his eyes, looked directly into the young monk's eyes, and said, "Su Lan and my sister are trapped inside by your uncle. You say this is a misunderstanding?"

"Amitabha, when the Buddha wanted to lead the world out of suffering, he was often misunderstood."

The young monk lowered his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Huiyuan is a great monk with great wisdom. What he is doing is helping those two female benefactors escape from the sea of suffering and see the other shore."

"The sea of suffering and the other shore, is it up to you to decide?" Jun Wuxie sneered, "They clearly don't want to, but you forcibly trap them in that small courtyard and forcibly convert them with scriptures every day. Is this the compassion of your Buddhist sect?"

"Amitabha." The young monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and said calmly, "Your sister has wisdom roots and is naturally destined to be with the Buddha. She is destined to be a member of the Buddhist sect, and may be able to attain the Bodhisattva fruit position in the future. However, your sister is not aware of this, and Uncle Huiyuan has no choice but to do so. Everything is for your sister's future."

"So, should I thank you?"

Jun Wuxie's eyes became deep, and the anger in his heart was already burning fiercely.

What kind of bandit logic is this?

It seems that the truth of the world is in their mouths, and whatever they say must be. They can do whatever they want, without asking for other people's wishes. Even if they are forcibly suppressed, they are doing compassionate things.

"Amitabha, if benefactor can have a grateful heart, it would be best. If all beings in this world knew gratitude and understood the great compassion of my Buddha's universal salvation…"

Boom!

Before the young monk could finish speaking, a terrifying cold light suddenly burst out from Jun Wuxie's deep eyes.

His aura instantly rose, the golden blood energy in his body boiled, and the Primal Beginning Soldier Disassembly Technique was activated, like a furious Primordial Savage Beast, directly rushing towards the young monk.

Instantly.

Dragon roars and tiger howls shook the Jubao Pavilion.

True dragons and fierce tigers charged forward with his body.

The Dragon-Tiger Fist Seal blasted through space, and the violent blood energy instantly sent the guard captain and two guards at the door flying out, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

With a clang.

His fist seal bombarded the golden罩 on the surface of the young monk's body, making a harsh metal tremor, as if it had bombarded steel.

The young monk's body-protecting Buddha light shook violently, and his legs slid backward more than ten meters along the ground.

"Amitabha!"

A look of shock flashed in his eyes, but then he became very calm again.

He stepped towards Jun Wuxie and said, "Benefactor's hostility is devouring his heart, and he may become a demon. This little monk upholds the compassion of my Buddha and is willing to resolve the hostility in benefactor's heart and remove the evil demon."

He put his hands together, chanting scriptures, and countless Sanskrit characters rushed out of his mouth, condensing into swastika symbols, turning into a demon-subduing pestle in the air, flashing with blazing golden Buddha light, and bombarding down on Jun Wuxie.

Jun Wuxie waved his hand, and a touch of mortal sword energy condensed, cutting the demon-subduing pestle into two pieces with one sword!

At the same time, he rushed forward, raised his hands high, and the mortal sword intent surged, turning into a giant sword, and slashed down with a buzz.

The young monk's expression was solemn. He still put his hands together, and the sound of scriptures continued in his mouth. Countless Sanskrit characters rushed out of his mouth, weaving a Buddhist Dao formation map in front of him.

The formation map rotated, and the center evolved into a huge swastika, with dense Sanskrit characters all around the swastika.

The entire formation map rotated, as if pushing an invisible mountain forward,迎xiang Jun Wuxie's sword energy.

With a loud bang.

The sword energy collided with the Sanskrit formation map.

In the dazzling golden light, golden energy aftermaths impacted all directions like waves.

Crack!

Cracks were all over the formation map, and it disintegrated after only a moment.

The sword energy slashed forward,斬杀 on the young monk's body-protecting Buddha light.

The body-protecting Buddha light shattered like a glass罩 that had been hit hard.

The young monk flew out on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Jun Wuxie was as fast as the wind,欺身 and went up.

Before the young monk could stabilize his body, he grabbed his shoulders and threw him out of the Jubao Pavilion.

He followed like a shadow, following the young monk's flying body, almost贴着 his body, and before he landed, he raised his palm, and the palm of golden blood energy重重轰杀 on his body.

With a bang.

The young monk's body was轰杀 and crashed heavily to the ground, causing the earth outside the Jubao Pavilion to vibrate a few times.

The ground sank, and half of the monk's body was陷 into the ground, and鲜红 blood flowed from his cracked肌体.

Everyone was震惊.

In just a short time, this Jun Wuxie was even more terrifying than before.

Between raising his hands and feet, it was like a mountain倾地覆, and between fists and palms, the power was沉凝 and厚重,霸道 and狂猛!

"Benefactor, how can you be disrespectful to the Buddha?"

The young monk was bleeding from his mouth. Seeing Jun Wuxie's golden fist砸 down, his pupils contracted violently,怒叱.

"Buddha? Are you worthy to call yourself a Buddha?" Jun Wuxie's fist砸 on the young monk's body, directly贯穿 his body-protecting Buddha light, causing his chest to塌陷, and鲜血狂喷.

"The Buddha does have great wisdom and great compassion, but you believers have entered the demonic path!" Jun Wuxie捏着 the monk's neck,提起 him跪 on the ground, and抽了 up with a big mouth, and said: "I see that the blood in your body is淤塞, and if you wait for a while, you may not be able to save your life. Only鞭挞 your body can疏通 blood and save your life!"

As soon as he finished speaking,啪, another slap抽 on the young monk's face.

The young monk's delicate facial features were抽得扭曲 and狰狞, his face was flowering, his blood was dripping, and his back槽牙 were崩飞 out.