Chapter 1337: Strong clearance

The Golden Seal of Tathagata is one of the imperial weapons handed down by Master Zhitong. The Dachan Temple is one of the four ancient sects and has been passed down for millions of years. Even though the imperial weapons have been lost for a few, the number of them remains is still large.

Some of these imperial soldiers were kept in the secret realm of the Dacheng Temple, while others were kept in the hands of the first halls of the Dacheng Temple.

The Dazen Temple has been conservative, and there are also four or five powerful men in the divine realm and three steps. Each of them has a handed down imperial weapon, which can exert its strength to rival the quasi-emperor.

If it weren't for the Tathagata's golden seal blocking the sword and slashing the magic sword 90%, Master Zhitong would have been divided into two with his human and his golden body.

"Amitabha, I lost." Master Zhitong's golden body was broken, and his skin was also damaged. A blood mark extended from the center of his eyebrows, looking a little ferocious.

Quasi-emperor, Master Zhitong has been practicing for nearly ten thousand years, but he still has not broken through this level. If it weren't for the protection of the Tathagata's golden seal, he would have been killed long ago.

"I am the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Today I am here to resolve the grudges of the past with Dachan Temple. It has nothing to do with others. Now everyone can leave freely, so I will never stop it. After another incense stick, I will start killing. Those who still stay will be the helpers of Dachan Temple and are enemies with me. At that time, I will bear the consequences at your own risk. I will not be responsible. Don't say that I am not prepared for anything." Yang Pan shouted loudly.

This announcement exudes a sense of overbearance that cannot be refused.

"Arrogant!"

"I really don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Among the Buddhist monks present, some were silent, some were thinking about advances, some were gloating, and some were jealous of evil.

However, a small half of the monks couldn't stand what Yang Pan did.

Those who dare to really accuse and criticize Yang Pan are the few of them. After all, they dare to speak out because they have confidence in their own cultivation and strength.

Yang Pan said nothing, and his spiritual sense swept his eyes and locked the powerful gods who spoke. They were all in the divine realm of being more than two steps in the divine realm. Facing the emperor, they could not beat or run away. Besides, there were many people and powerful people, no wonder they dared to speak.

Most monks are quite attentive, and even if they feel uncomfortable, they dare not say it out loud.

The situation is stronger than that of others. Yang Pan is a quasi-emperor. Even if the words are not nice, they are not qualified to refute them.

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"When will it be your turn to refute me when I say something?" Yang Pan said, and slashed his sword.

Divine Sword Slash!

The sword light instantly crossed the space and came to the target.

The target was hit without any time to react.

Even the soul and body were cut in half, extremely bloody, and the scene suddenly appeared. The monks all looked horrified, and the eyes of Yang Pan were as terrifying as if they saw a devil.

Yang Pan's knife raised again and slashed it down with another knife.

Another monk in the divine realm who was speaking just now reacted very quickly, tore open the space and crawled in, disappearing without a trace.

But the sword light disappeared immediately.

"When will you interrupt me when I speak?" Yang Pan snorted coldly.

"Amitabha, Master Yang is too cruel to attack." Master Zhitong sighed with a sad face.

"I am a big devil. Don't the devil's leader behave like this? What's so strange about it?" Yang Pan rolled his eyes and replied seriously.

Master Zhitong was speechless. You said so well, but I was speechless.

"Amitabha!" I could only sigh and say the Buddha's name.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Are you staying here for death? Get out of here, don't hinder me from doing things." Yang Pan said loudly.

Suddenly, many Buddhist cultivators left after hearing this, without even saying goodbye.

Someone took the lead, and more and more Buddhist monks left. Then the Buddhist monks from small temples and small temples hesitated. After weighing the pros and cons, they quietly followed the group of casual cultivators to leave the venue.

After a while, more than half of the people walked away from the entire venue.

The monks in medium-sized temples also began to shake. They knew very well that staying would be just cannon fodder. When a powerful person in the divine realm fights, a single aftermath might wipe them out. Staying still would be a dead end.

But some of these people knew that they could not retreat.

Because the control forces behind them are the three major temples, Da Zen Temple, Long Xiang Temple, and Landa Temple, they cannot make a decision.

After some connection and union, the temples that were truly able to stand up and bid farewell to Master Zhitong.

The leading monk in the divine realm sighed apologetically: "Amitabha, Master Zhitong really apologizes. Today is really not the time. I will come to the door to apologize another day."

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Master Zhitong did not force it, nor could he force it.

The number of people in the venue was reduced by half again.

After these monks left, it was the turn of the big temple.

Large temples such as White Horse Temple, Dalin Temple, Kashyapa Temple, etc., which are second only to the five major temples, are also high-rise buildings of Buddhist pyramids.

Their strength is only one step away from the five major temples, and they are also famous top forces in the world.

If you take it outside, you are no less weak than the six Demon Sects.

They are even more free.

They wouldn't be stupid enough to stand up and top the Great Zen Temple. There are five mountains above their heads. Now there are two missing. If one less is missing, it would be wonderful.

Isn't it?

The Dachan Temple is one of the four ancient sects. It is almost impossible to perish, but it can decline.

In the past four ancient sects, each of them has experienced decline.

Not to mention the distance, the nearest one will be the Demon Sect, which has declined for thousands of years. I stayed in a small countryside place like Yanzhou Mansion for ten thousand years. Isn’t it all?

Therefore, the Great Zen Temple has not always been strong in Buddhism, and it also declined and became a small temple.

This time, the Demon Sect came to the door, and no matter who wins or loses from the Demon Sect, the other side would not feel good.

Even if the Dachan Temple can win, the losses will not be small. Besides, the leader of the Demon Sect is the quasi-emperor. It is hard to predict what price the Dachan Temple will have to pay to repel him.

Big temples such as White Horse Temple will never help Dachan Temple and the Demon Sect fight head-on.

Besides, the cause of this incident was that the Dazen Temple was unreasonable.

Such a legitimate reason is on the surface, so why don’t they apply it well?

"Amitabha! Abbot Zhitong, I'm really embarrassed. This is the personal grudge between the temple and the Demon Sect. It's not convenient for me to intervene, so the date of the Dharma Assembly should be delayed until three days later." The abbot of Baima Temple stood up and sighed with his hands together.

Master Zhitong is helpless, and he can't say that you can't leave, you have to stay and help us push the jar. With you push the jar, the losses in this temple will be even smaller.

Chapter 1337: Strong clearance

The Golden Seal of Tathagata is one of the imperial weapons handed down by Master Zhitong. The Dachan Temple is one of the four ancient sects and has been passed down for millions of years. Even though the imperial weapons have been lost for a few, the number of them remains is still large.

Some of these imperial soldiers were kept in the secret realm of the Dacheng Temple, while others were kept in the hands of the first halls of the Dacheng Temple.

The Dazen Temple has been conservative, and there are also four or five powerful men in the divine realm and three steps. Each of them has a handed down imperial weapon, which can exert its strength to rival the quasi-emperor.

If it weren't for the Tathagata's golden seal blocking the sword and slashing the magic sword 90%, Master Zhitong would have been divided into two with his human and his golden body.

"Amitabha, I lost." Master Zhitong's golden body was broken, and his skin was also damaged. A blood mark extended from the center of his eyebrows, looking a little ferocious.

Quasi-emperor, Master Zhitong has been practicing for nearly ten thousand years, but he still has not broken through this level. If it weren't for the protection of the Tathagata's golden seal, he would have been killed long ago.

"I am the leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Today I am here to resolve the grudges of the past with Dachan Temple. It has nothing to do with others. Now everyone can leave freely, so I will never stop it. After another incense stick, I will start killing. Those who still stay will be the helpers of Dachan Temple and are enemies with me. At that time, I will bear the consequences at your own risk. I will not be responsible. Don't say that I am not prepared for anything." Yang Pan shouted loudly.

This announcement exudes a sense of overbearance that cannot be refused.

"Arrogant!"

"I really don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Among the Buddhist monks present, some were silent, some were thinking about advances, some were gloating, and some were jealous of evil.

However, a small half of the monks couldn't stand what Yang Pan did.

Those who dare to really accuse and criticize Yang Pan are the few of them. After all, they dare to speak out because they have confidence in their own cultivation and strength.

Yang Pan said nothing, and his spiritual sense swept his eyes and locked the powerful gods who spoke. They were all in the divine realm of being more than two steps in the divine realm. Facing the emperor, they could not beat or run away. Besides, there were many people and powerful people, no wonder they dared to speak.

Most monks are quite attentive, and even if they feel uncomfortable, they dare not say it out loud.

The situation is stronger than that of others. Yang Pan is a quasi-emperor. Even if the words are not nice, they are not qualified to refute them.

―――――――――――――――――――――

"When will it be your turn to refute me when I say something?" Yang Pan said, and slashed his sword.

Divine Sword Slash!

The sword light instantly crossed the space and came to the target.

The target was hit without any time to react.

Even the soul and body were cut in half, extremely bloody, and the scene suddenly appeared. The monks all looked horrified, and the eyes of Yang Pan were as terrifying as if they saw a devil.

Yang Pan's knife raised again and slashed it down with another knife.

Another monk in the divine realm who was speaking just now reacted very quickly, tore open the space and crawled in, disappearing without a trace.

But the sword light disappeared immediately.

"When will you interrupt me when I speak?" Yang Pan snorted coldly.
To be continued...