Let You Teach Your Disciples And Make Them All Become Great Emperors?

"The realm of swords! Kill the gods with one sword!"

Following Mo Bei's loud shout, the next moment, the shadow of a magical sword slowly formed above his head.

The rhyme of the Tao flashes on it, the realm is entangled, and the supreme power sweeps across the world.

Even the people eating melons near Sutuo Mountain could clearly feel the violent pressure of the sword at this moment, which was terrifying.

The seven old monks were equally surprised when they saw this.

"What? Did he hide his strength just now?"

At this moment, they could clearly feel that the power of Mobei's sword was more than one level more powerful than before.

If they hadn't arranged the Seven-Star Arhat Formation in advance, they would have been killed with just one strike.

"Exercise the magical power of the Six-Character Mantra!"

As the leader of the old monk spoke, everyone immediately spoke the truth, and Sanskrit fonts came out from their mouths one by one.

It turned into a string of six-character mantras and decrees, and was suppressed towards Mobei in the center.

Seeing these mantras and decrees coming, Mo Bei no longer hesitated and swiped out with his sword.

"cut!"

The next moment, a sky-reaching sword flashed past, lighting up the entire sky, like thunder coming to the world.

The clouds in the sky were cut open by this blow.

The six-character mantras were annihilated and dissipated under the sharp edge of the sky-reaching sword.

And when the sword light hit the seven old monks, the golden shadow of the Arhat behind them suddenly glowed with golden light, raising the seven old monks' defense to the extreme.

The moment of collision,

Suddenly, there was an extremely harsh sound of steel colliding, which shocked the eardrums of many casual cultivators watching.

A terrifying energy shock swept through, knocking everyone present off their backs.

Some of those with underground cultivation were even thrown away and fell several times.

However, even so, these monks did not even care about their injuries. They quickly got up and looked up into the sky, wanting to know the outcome of this battle.

After a while, the smoke dissipated and the sky became clear.

Only then did everyone realize that Mobei was unscathed after the collision.

The seven holy monks still maintained their previous postures, but at this moment,

The Buddha's light behind him became much dimmed, and his overall condition became a little sluggish.

It has lost its former glory.

"What? Did the masters actually lose?"

Seeing this situation, all the Buddhist disciples shrank their pupils and showed expressions of disbelief.

They never expected that when their seven uncles came up with Buddhist secrets, they would still be at a disadvantage.

"That Mobei must be pretending to be calm, and his internal organs may have been seriously injured."

At this time, a Buddhist disciple suddenly shouted like this.

When the other Buddhist disciples heard this, their eyes lit up, and they felt that this statement was very reasonable.

How could their master uncles be defeated? And that's even while using Buddhist special skills.

Some Buddhist disciples even shouted at the top of their lungs to the seven old monks in the air:

"Uncle-Master, take advantage of that kid's internal injuries and quickly suppress him to save him."

"This Buddhism is really shameless!"

After hearing this, Xu Huaian spat and cursed secretly. He was even paying close attention to the situation on the field with a tense expression, and was ready to take action at any time.

When Jun Xiaoyao saw this, he shook his head, took a sip of wine and said to Xu Huaian:

"They're just a bunch of clowns. Do you really think that Third Senior Brother has been seriously injured internally?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Xu Huaian frowned and asked after hearing this,

He had also preconceived the idea just now, but now that he thought about it, it was indeed unlikely that his third senior brother would be seriously injured.

So he couldn't help but relax a little.

But other melon-eating people at the scene were completely led astray by the Buddhist disciple's remarks.

"It seems that Mobei is going to be defeated!"

A casual cultivator spoke.

"Yes, how can one person win against seven holy monks from the Tianlei Temple? To be able to do so is already very impressive."

Some casual cultivators shook their heads and spoke with regret.

"This Buddhist sect is also extremely shameless, taking advantage of others' danger!"

There were also angry young monks who couldn't stand the Buddhist style and reprimanded the Buddhists for their shamelessness.

But they can't see it,

The Dharmakayas of the three Taoist masters sitting cross-legged in the void could see the situation on their faces.

"Amitabha! Moko, this is the Seven-Star Arhat Formation of your Datianlei Temple? I can't even look at this formation!" Mogan said sarcastically.

"Amitabha! That's it! If you can't even defeat a junior, your Seven-Star Arhat Formation is simply in vain."

Mojie also echoed.

However, after hearing this, Moko still looked calm and said calmly:

"Amitabha! It doesn't matter! I will take action when the time comes!"

Mojie and the two said: "..."

Looking at the sky again, when the seven old monks heard the words of encouragement from their disciples and grandchildren, they were so angry that they vomited blood.

The injuries that had been stabilized in his internal organs almost broke out again under these outrageous remarks.

At this moment, they wanted to slap the mouth of the Buddhist disciple who allowed them to take advantage of others.

It was obviously them who suffered serious internal injuries.

Which of these damn disciples and disciples sees Mobei across the way?

If this is really the case, do I still need your reminder?

And Mobei in the sky was a little funny when he heard this.

"Oh? Do you want to take the opportunity to suppress me? Come on then!"

After speaking, he raised his fingers towards the seven old monks, making a provocative look.

When the seven old monks heard this, their mouths twitched.

At this moment, they are really in a state of unspeakable suffering. They are clearly defeated, but they are holding on for the sake of face.

However, it seems that Mobei has no intention of taking the initiative, and they will not ask for trouble.

So the seven old monks immediately started talking to Mobei.

"Amitabha! Little donor, a monk is so compassionate, so how could he do such a bloody act?"

The leader of the old monk spoke.

"Good! What senior brother said is absolutely true. We just want to have a discussion with the little benefactor of Mobei and have no intention of suppressing you."

Another old monk immediately echoed after hearing this.

"Amitabha, senior brother means what I mean."

An old monk who was not good at words spoke.

"Little benefactor from Mobei, you may wish to come to my Datianlei Temple to sit down later. The Bodhi tea leaves of my Datianlei Temple are famous in the southern region, and one leaf is hard to find."

Another golden rooster independent old monk also spoke in the same way.

"Yes! Yes! The bodhi fruit from my Datianlei Temple is also sweet and delicious, with a rich fruity fragrance. The little benefactor from Mobei can come to the temple to taste it."

"I heard that the little benefactor's master loves reading very much. The Sutra Collection Pavilion of our temple has a collection of many books. The little benefactor can pack some and take them away."

"My temple..."

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