"My masters, here are demons!"

Zhao Yang roared loudly, reached out and grabbed the Lingde tribe lying on the ground, with a look of joy on his face.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

With the Buddha's name, several tall monks wearing bright yellow monk's robes flashed and appeared before the cave.

The few people had no sadness or joy on their faces, and their hearts were not stung, which made people unable to help but worship them.

In the cave, those who were originally hiding deep in the cave were kneeling in place, folding their hands together, praying in their mouths.

"Master, Master, it's this demon!" Zhao Yang held the Lingde tribe members in one hand and threw them in front of several monks, then his eyes were filled with hope.

"It's the snow demon urch." A monk stepped forward to investigate, turned his head and said to the tall monk who was leading the way.

The monk nodded, and without even looking at Zhao Yang, he turned around and left.

The monk who came forward to investigate carried the Lingde tribe members and followed them.

"Master, Master..." Zhao Yang called out behind several monks, but he could only let those people go further and further away, and disappeared from sight in a moment.

Seeing a few people walking away, Zhao Yang's expression turned into a sneer, turned around and entered the cave, and put away the empty pot.

"You boy, you just ruined the magic weapon that you used to practice my ancestor's life..."

The ancestor Tianhong muttered.

Zhao Yang ignored him, identified the direction slightly at the entrance of the cave, and walked towards the beach.

His muscles were tense. Although he had no spiritual power, his feet were on the snow without any marks. His breath was converging, leaving no trace.

He quietly came to the beach. Before he could step onto the beach, he heard a roar behind him, countless Sanskrit sounds and Sanskrit floating.

Zhao Yang didn't look back, and strode on the beach and approached the frozen sea.

"Assisting the evil and joining the demons, the Ming King will take over your souls!" A loud shout sounded at the cave behind him, and then another huge roar.

It was the sound of the cave collapse.

Zhao Yang's face looked very ugly.

"Do you think they can live without you?"

The voice of the ancestor Tianhong was a little gloomy: "These monks are subordinates of Dalun Mingwang Temple. To save a pure spiritual demon clan is a great merit for them. But they will not let others know that they have hunted spiritual demon clan members."

The Spirit Demon Tribe is one of the most powerful forces in the Northern Region, with countless strong people. The Dalun Mingwang Temple is openly compassionate and declares to the outside world that the Spirit Demon tribe members are voluntarily converting.

"I want to eat fruits, but I don't want to get involved in cause and effect, right?" Zhao Yang said in a low voice, punching the ice several feet thick.

"Click--"

Under one punch, a crack appeared on the ice.

This is purely based on the power of the body, which shows that Zhao Yang's body has been condensed abnormally.

The fist kept hitting the ice, and the crack in front of Zhao Yang expanded rapidly.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

In the distance, a golden light rose into the sky, and countless Buddhist sounds drifted away.

"Um!"

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures came into his ears, and Zhao Yang's whole body shook, and his qi and blood couldn't help but swell.

"Boy, fortunately, your cultivation is not here, and there is not much inducing the Sanskrit sound. Otherwise, the Buddha's name just now could stimulate the evil spirits on your body."

The ancestor Tianhong said, "If you fall into the hands of those Buddhist cultivators, your body of evil spirit will be regarded as a peerless devil."

Speaking of this, he laughed and said, "Boy, you might as well go to the Eternal Night Demon Sect. With your evil spirit, it is possible to be made a demon sect."

"It makes sense," Zhao Yang kept fisting and whispered: "It makes sense, I have the chance to go and have a look."

"Well--"

The words of the ancestor Tianhong were blocked and he was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Zhao Yang and these local cultivators in the Tianxuan World have a little different mindset.

At least in his opinion, there is no distinction between good and evil, or evil, or demonic in cultivation. If he is really very suitable for practicing the demonic path, he does not mind changing to the demonic path.

"Wow!"

Several feet of ice were blown open, splashing water and cold sea water splashed on his body, making Zhao Yang feel excited.

"Don't run away-"

The sound of water alarmed the monks, and several golden lights rushed towards him quickly.

Zhao Yang raised his lips and threw the Lingdemon tribe members he had rescued into the cold sea water. Then he took out several ice and snow talismans and hit the ice surface.

The ice and snow talisman has several times more power in the northern region. Several talismans have blocked the ice surface that was smashed before.

After doing this, Zhao Yang flashed and disappeared from the spot.

"Bad!"

Several monks came to the ice, but found nothing and jumped straight into anger.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi--"

The tall monk first proclaimed the Buddha's name and gritted his teeth and said, "These fools always think that they can get benefits by forming relationships with the demon clan. However, they do not know that humans and demons have different paths, and only the Ming King can be at ease."

"Senior brother, what should I do? No one can find it after the Snow Demon Clan has entered the water." A monk whispered helplessly.

The Spirit Demon Clan is also known as the Snow Demon. It is close to ice and snow and enters the sea, just like ice and snow melting into the water, and no one can catch their breath.

"Hmph, we already know where we are going, and we are waiting for him there." The tall monk snorted coldly, folded his hands together, stepped on the ice, step by step, leaving three inches of footprints.

Until an hour later, Zhao Yang's figure was revealed in place. He glanced at the footprints that disappeared into the depths of the sea, turned around, and walked back to the cave.

There are no caves there.

All the stone walls were shaken down, and there was no sign of life around them.

Those humans who were huddled in the same cave with Zhao Yang have been buried in the cave.

"Don't these Buddhist practitioners know that killing is a crime?" Zhao Yang clenched his fist and asked in a low voice.

Although these human races don’t have much interaction with him, they are all lives and are buried alive. Zhao Yang’s anger is difficult to calm down.

"Killing is a sin?" Tianhong's ancestor said: "There is still such a saying?"

Could it be that the Buddhist practitioners in the Tianxuan World cannot help but kill? Zhao Yang turned around and left quickly, while telling the Buddhist precepts and stories of the Buddhist sect to the ancestor Tianhong.

When Zhao Yang told the Buddha to feed the tiger with his body and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that "I will not become a Buddha without hell" to the ancestor Tianhong, the ancestor Tianhong was silent for a long time.

"Is there really such Buddhist practice in the world?"

"If Buddhist practice is like this, how many practitioners in the world don't get close to Buddhism?" The ancestor Tianhong took a breath of air conditioning, then chuckled, "Luckily, you are not a Buddhist practice."

Buddhist practice?

Zhao Xiang murmured in his heart that the Buddhist practice of the Tianxuan world does not have any rules and precepts, and cannot help but kill, cannot help but drink, meat, meat, and even drink and sex. This day is too free.

If it were such a monk, you could actually do it...

Thinking of this, he laughed in silence.

Unconsciously, my mind had already been around the devil and Buddha cultivation.

How easy is practicing?
Chapter completed!