Chapter 137.Chapter 137 Something very important!

Chapter 137 Something very important!
The forbidden army grinned with a big, grating grin all the time, with absolutely no remorse for the hot hand.

Obviously, beauty was worthless in front of battle success!
The old nun died without warning.

Not only did the nuns of Jing’an Temple not react, the side of the forbidden army was also confused.

Then, everyone blew up at the same time!

The nuns cried and wailed in grief, pointing at the forbidden army and shouting out their grief and anger.

On the side of the forbidden army, all eyes moved away from their companions who had just made a headway, and their swords were sheathed and sharpened.

Hui Yan completely froze.

He didn’t expect the forbidden army to not say anything at all about the scene, and to directly kill.

By the time he reacted, the old nun’s blood was cold.

“That, that’s Master Hui Jie.”

The corner of Hui Yan’s mouth twitched as he explained to Zuo Xiaoluo, “Great General, Master Tai Hui Jie’s Buddhist teachings are profound, and she has a great deal of influence in the Buddhist Sect .”

“See!” Zuo Xiaoluo nodded.

Jing’an Temple was in a good location, situated on the pass of Mount Sumeru.

The first thing a Buddhist incense seeker would have to pass by when they went up the mountain to bow to the Buddha was the Jing’an Temple.

Jing’an Temple is the most incense-rich temple besides the Little Leiyin Temple.

Master Hui Jie must have some strength to be able to keep such a good place.

Zuo Xiaoluo’s gaze swept around the Jing’an Temple and nodded slightly.

Jing’an Temple is rich and generous, the building looks unimpressive on the outside, but the inner decoration is something else.

Zuo Xiaoluo even saw a famous tree that grew better than the crown prince’s mansion.

Although Zuo Xiaoluo did not recognize the tree, but she knew that Zhao Yi will be his tree as a treasure to serve.

Since Zhao Yi likes it, Zuo Xiaoluo definitely wants to bring it back to him.

Zuo Xiaoluo cautioned, “Move all gently, don’t break anything.”

Hui Yan was a bit surprised when he heard Zuo Xiaoluo’s words.

He had seen Zuo Xiaoluo’s murderous look before and thought that she was really planning to wipe out the Buddha Sect.

Now it seemed that she was preparing to show mercy.

Hui Yan was instantly relieved and secretly thought, “This Great General isn’t as difficult to get along with as she seems!”

Hui Yan wasn’t too surprised.

Zuo Xiaoluo was not only the Great General of Zhenbei, but also a woman.

The Jing’an Temple was full of nuns.

Unless there was a deep hatred, ordinary people wouldn’t make trouble with a group of nuns.

It’s just a pity for Master Hui Jie.

Hui Yan looked towards the bald head of Master Tai Hui Jie on the ground aside.

Master Hui Jie was worthy of being a great cultivator of the eighth stage of the Sacred Realm.

After an ordinary person’s head was chopped off, the blood in the cranial cavity would not flow out and the skin would turn an unsightly greenish-purple color.

Master Hui Jie was different.

After her head was chopped off, the blood did not immediately become inactive, and the blood in the cranial cavity flowed out through the gap where her jaw was broken.

Master Hui Jie’s bald head was still shiny.

It was a little creepy to look at, except for the eyes that were round and open like they were dead.

The skin was also slightly pale.

Master Hui Jie’s facial expression was lifelike, as if she was still alive.

“It’s a pity.” Hui Yan shook his head in his heart.

When she was young, Master Tai Hui Jie was the most beautiful female nun on Mount Sumeru, and the abbots of many temples in the Buddhist Sect were friends with her when they were young.

If he could take in Master Tai Hui Jie, this would be a great help to Hui Yan in controlling the Buddha Sect.

But it was too late to say anything now.

Hui Yan was thinking in his mind when he suddenly heard shouting and killing sounds around him.

He was first stunned, and then he jerked his head up to look.

Then he saw a group of wolf-like forbidden soldiers rushing into Jing’an Temple, mowing down the grass and slaughtering the female nuns in the temple.

These people were extremely skillful, their methods were crisp and clean, and when they killed, they even had perfect control over the magnitude of the blood splatter.

“Great General, what are you doing,” Hui Yan was shocked.

Wasn’t it fine last second?

How did you start killing people in the next second?

So erratic?
Hui Yan only knows that most people in the Zhao clan are crazy, but I’ve never heard of a General who is not normal?

Zuo Xiaoluo turned her head and asked suspiciously, “What’s wrong?”

While the two were talking, the nuns of Jing’an Temple had already been killed.

The forbidden army all went crazy for the sake of war merit.

Whether they were eighteen-year-old female nuns or wrinkled old nuns, they all fell in a pool of blood, leaving no one alive.

Hui Yan: “. No, it’s okay.”

Everyone is dead.

There’s no point in saying words about leaving people under the knife at this point.

On the contrary, it would also anger those forbidden soldiers!
There are only so many nuns in Jing’an Temple, but there are thousands of forbidden soldiers under Zuo Xiaoluo’s command.

There are too many monks and not enough gruel.

Many of the forbidden soldiers didn’t even make it through the door just now.

They were already red-eyed from seeing their companions take credit.

Hui Yan dared to say that if he let Zuo Xiaoluo be merciful, he would probably be put in a dark arrow!

Zuo Xiaoluo strangely glanced at Huiyan and thought that this monk was reciting scripture nervously, godly, like a psychopath.

Huiyan does not know that Zuo Xiaoluo thinks he looks like a psychopath, otherwise he must be furious.

When he saw Zuo Xiaoluo’s strange eyes, he hurriedly said, “Great General, let me take you to the next house. The next one is the Vajra Temple, the abbot of the Vajra Temple, Hui Lun, is at the cultivation level of the Ninth Stage Saint King Realm, his cultivation technique is the Unmovable King Sutra, and his nickname is ‘Wrathful King of the Ming’, he’s a ranked top great cultivator in the entire Buddhist Sect!”

“How is it compared to you?” Zuo Xiaoluo asked.

Hui Yan sniffed and proudly said, “Although Hui Lun’s cultivation isn’t weak, it’s still slightly inferior compared to Little Monk!”

Hearing this, Zuo Xiaoluo nodded and casually said, “He can’t even defeat you? That’s not a big problem!”

Hui Yan: “……”

What does that mean?
What do you mean that it’s not a big problem if you can’t beat him?
Is he weak?

Hui Yan was the second ranked Great Cultivator of the Little Thunder Sound Temple.

Second only to the dead Hui Bank!

How come in Zuo Xiaoluo’s eyes he has become an unimpressive minor character?

“Great General, I think you should be cautious .”

Hui Yan hesitated for a moment, still prepared to advise Zuo Xiaoluo again.

The Buddha Sect was, after all, one of the largest few top forces in the Immortal Cultivation World, and its influence could not be underestimated.

If Zuo Xiaoluo really killed all the monks in Mount Sumeru, then it would definitely offend all the monks in the entire world.

Once those monks instigated their followers to start a riot, even if they couldn’t shake the rule of the Zhao Clan in Daxia, it would still cause civil unrest.

Hui Yan was worried in his heart and said bitterly, “Mount Sumeru is after all the holy land of Buddhism, if we really kill all the monks”

Just halfway through Hui Yan’s words, he saw countless forbidden soldiers breaking down the gates of the Vajra Temple.

In the next second, a tall figure filled with rage flew up from the temple, and the sound of a broken trumpet-like cranky rage resounded throughout the entire Mount Sumeru.

“Where are the rats from, how dare you trespass on the pure land of the Buddhist sect, the Buddha will behead the demon and get rid of it!”

Hui Lun Zang cursed halfway, suddenly screamed miserably, reached out to his back, and then pulled down a foot-long, quenched with blue and poisonous silver needle.

Hui Lun turned back violently, his eyes swept through the crowd, and quickly locked onto a forbidden soldier whose face was full of smiles, smug like a fox that had stolen a chicken, and who obscenely shrunk his head while laughing and running out the door.

Hui Lun was furious, raised his huge palm, and slapped it fiercely towards the back of the forbidden soldier’s heart.

“Dog thief, how dare you sneak attack your Buddhist master, give me death!”

That forbidden army heard Hui Lun’s words, knowing that he was exposed, he even stopped, and instead of having fear on his face, he looked at Hui Lun with a playful smile.

Seeing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Hui Lun’s eyes, and his raised hand couldn’t help but hesitate a bit.

His eyes looked to the side, and he saw that the other forbidden soldiers around him also had the same expression, each looking odd, as if they were waiting for a good show.

Hui Lun’s heart grew more and more suspicious, and his huge palm couldn’t help but slow down.

He glared at the forbidden soldier and said angrily, “Dog thief, what have you done to Master Buddha?”

As Hui Lun spoke, his true essence was rapidly running through his body, trying to look for abnormalities.

But strangely enough, he searched dozens of times but found nothing.

There was indeed poison on that silver needle, but Hui Lun was a great cultivator of the Ninth Stage Saint King Realm, and he was also cultivating the Buddhist Ming Wang Gong, which was the ultimate in defense.

The silver needle was locked in place by the muscles just as it entered the body, and before the poison that had soaked into the body had a chance to spread, it was directly dissolved by the majestic true essence!

The more nothing was discovered, the more uneasy Hui Lun’s heart became instead.

The name of the Great Xia Forbidden Army could stop a small child from crying in the Immortal Cultivation World.

It was impossible for them to do useless things!
That guy stabbed him with a needle and still had this look on his face, there was definitely a conspiracy behind it!
“Dog thief, what the hell have you done!”

Hui Lun’s nickname was “Wrathful Ming Wang”, he was short-tempered and violent, like a powder keg, he would explode at the slightest point!
At this moment, being counted by the forbidden army, the uneasiness in his heart turned into boundless anger, roaring with rage, almost ready to devour others.

“Dog thief, die for me!”

Under the anger, Hui Lun seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes were red like a puffer fish, and the robe on his body swelled up, emitting a terrifying and terrifying might!

“It’s now!”

The forbidden soldier who was targeted by Hui Lun suddenly shouted.

Outside the crowd, a dozen or so Eight Ox Crossbows were launched at the same time, and the huge dragon-reinforced bowstrings hummed with a horrifying popping sound.

“Yuan Breaking Cone?”

Although Hui Lun was furious, he did not lose his mind.

When he heard the humming of the bowstring, warning signs suddenly rose in his heart, and he hurriedly looked over in the direction of the Eight Ox Crossbow.

When he saw the immensely swift, meteor-like giant arrow shooting towards him, Hui Lun’s pupils instantly trembled and his face was horrified.

“Damn it, how did you guys get this thing?”

He said with hatred and urgency, “Quickly take that thing back, Master Buddha surrenders!”

When it was too late, it was too soon.
As soon as Hui Lun finished his words, a dozen arrows from the Eight Ox Crossbow had already arrived in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hui Lun didn’t even have time to react, and was directly hit by the arrows.

The Yuan Breaking Cone was refined from dragon horns and bones, specializing in breaking cultivators’ true essence!
The sharp arrow slammed into Hui Lun’s body and easily tore through his robe, then his protective true essence, followed by his copper skin and iron bones that had been quenched by true essence for hundreds of years, and then inward to his qi sea and dantian, and finally flew out from the other side of his body.

From the time the Eight Ox Crossbow was fired until Hui Lun dropped to the ground like a torn and broken doll, there was less than a breath of time in between.

Within one breath, the ninth stage Saint King realm fell.

This was the battle power of the Great Xia forbidden army!

“Amitabha Buddha!”

Hui Yan took a deep breath, recited a Buddha’s name under his breath, and watched as the forbidden army began to rush into the Vajra Temple to massacre it, never saying another word.

Originally, the reason why he had advised him was because he was worried that the Buddha Sect was encouraging the incense to jeopardize the rule of the Great Xia Imperial Dynasty.

Now that he found out that the Great Xia forbidden army actually had the combat power to instantly kill a ninth-order Saint King realm, he immediately stopped worrying about those monks triggering a riot.

In his heart, Hui Yan even vaguely expected the monks of the temples outside to take action.

That way, he would be able to completely cleanse the entire Buddhist Sect.

At that time, the Buddha Sect would be completely under his control!

Thinking of this, Hui Yan’s hot feelings suddenly rose.

Looking at the Vajra Temple that had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Hui Yan just recited a sentence of Amitabha Buddha, not even bothering to recite the Mantra of the Past Life, and couldn’t wait to lead the way in front.

“Great General, the next house is the Maituo Temple, the abbot, Master Miyuan, has a very high seniority in the Buddhist Sect, the poor monk has to give him three times of face when he sees him.”

“This one is the Weituo Temple, the Weituo Temple is dedicated to the Weituo Heavenly King, the monks in the temple are the most courageous and ruthless, they are notorious pricks in the Buddhist Sect.”

“Great General, you should not enter this one. This temple enshrines the Joyful Buddha, the monks in the temple like to engage in the son delivery bit the most, it’s filthy inside, don’t dirty your eyes.”

“This last one is the Fahua Temple, and the abbot of the temple is the Venerable Master Three Burials. The Three Burial Venerable Master certifies the Dao by killing, burying the sky, the earth, and the living, countless cultivators have died in his hands, the Three Burial Venerable Master is the same as Hui Lun, both are cultivators of the Ninth Stage Sacred King Realm, but he’s much smarter than Hui Lun, and isn’t as paranoid as Hui Lun, and is easy to be deceived.”

Hui Yan led the way while telling Zuo Xiaoluo about the customs of the temples in Mount Sumeru.

If it wasn’t for the rich and pungent smell of blood that filled the surroundings, Zuo Xiaoluo’s group would be more like they were here to have fun rather than to kill!

Killed to the end, came to the gate of Huafa Temple.

Hui Yan gave Zuo Xiaoluo a brief introduction to the Three Burial Venerable Masters, looking at the tightly closed door of the temple, his eyes were filled with vigilance and uneasiness.

“You’re afraid of him?” Zuo Xiaoluo keenly noticed Huiyan’s abnormality.

Hui Yan’s face stiffened.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he nodded.

He explained, “I’ve fought with the Three Burial Venerable Master a few times, and I lost every time.”

Hui Yan said this as if he wanted to prove that it wasn’t that he was weak, but that Venerable Master Three Burials was too strong, and directly said, “Not only me, no one in the entire Sumeru Mountain is a match for Venerable Master Three Burials, even the head of the Lohan Hall of the Lesser Thunderbolt Monastery’s Huishi Bank was his defeated opponent!”

After Hui Yan finished, he said with a solemn expression, “It’s no exaggeration to say that Venerable Master Three Burials can definitely be considered as the number one expert in the Immortal Cultivation World, even the always proud Sword Sect disciples wouldn’t dare to be reckless in Venerable Master Three Burials!”

When Zuo Xiaoluo heard this, she didn’t know where she felt out that kitchen knife, and for the first time, her face showed an interested look.

“Somewhat interesting!”

Hui Yan saw that after he had said so much, Zuo Xiaoluo still wanted to make a move, and immediately became a bit anxious.

“Great General, if the poor monk is correct, you should only be at the eighth stage of the Sacred Realm, right? The Third Funeral Venerable Master is at the peak of the Ninth Order Saint King Realm cultivation, you are one big realm away from him, the gap is like a chasm, it’s impossible to fight ah! Moreover, Venerable Master Three Burials is not a brainless fool like Hui Lun, any plots and tricks are useless in front of absolute strength!”

“The eighth rank can’t beat the ninth rank?” Zuo Xiaoluo pondered.

“In that case, I’ll just ascend to the ninth rank!”

She closed her eyes and casually swung her kitchen knife, not knowing what she had seen cut, then opened her eyes with a smile.

“Well, I’m now at the ninth rank as well!”

PS: Brothers, one of the options the doctors gave me was a total stomach cut! Do you guys have people around you who have had their stomachs totaled, and what’s the quality of life like? Please inform me if you know, it’s important to me!

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