Chapter 709 Old monk with white eyebrows
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Tie Zhong
Although they successfully snatched the Jiuqiao Immortal Spring, Chu Xuan and Su Qianqian obviously don't have time to refine it right now.
As for the "leg" with a mysterious origin, Chu Xuan didn't dare to take it out again.
The two just took a short rest to recover their mental state, and then went on the road again.
Half a day later, the two came to an ancient bronze gate.
This ancient bronze gate may not seem large, but the restrictions derived from it seem to have cut off the entire world.
Strands of rune rules flickered non-stop, and the incomparable mysterious power spread like a spider's web, and the entire space was filled with an ancient and long-lasting aura.
"Through that ancient bronze gate, you should be able to enter the core area of Fumo Island, which may be the burial place of Heitian Demon Ancestor..."
Chu Xuan and Su Qianqian stood side by side in the sky.
Looking at the incomparably mysterious ancient bronze door, although the two were moved, they did not approach rashly.
Because in front of the ancient bronze gate, at this very moment, an old monk with white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged.
This white-browed old monk has an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes, except for two long eyebrows hanging down, which are extremely eye-catching.
He was chanting words, and seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures non-stop, and the sound of chanting turned into golden Sanskrit and kept shining like circles of halos.
The land that was supposed to cover the sky with demonic energy was turned into a Buddhist pure land by his voice of reciting Buddha.
It seemed that the white-browed old monk should be a member of the righteous and orderly camp, but Chu Xuan didn't dare to take any chances.
Because in front of the white-browed old monk, there were more than a dozen strong men who had been transformed by the white-browed old monk, and there were even two quasi-immortal emperors among them.
"The benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha!"
The white-browed old monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at Chu Xuan, and suddenly spoke.
"Compared with the Buddha, I may have a better relationship with the master."
Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "Should I call Master Dazang Zen Master?"
This white-browed old monk is surprisingly the old monk Wu Wuhai's master.
Chu Xuan once performed the soul search technique on the old monk. From the fragmentary memory fragments, he had seen the other person's appearance.
So now he has revealed the identity of the other party.
At this moment, Chu Xuan probably understood that both the old monk and the white-browed old monk probably died at the hands of Heitian Demon Ancestor.
According to the memory of the old monk, the whole sky was dark at that time, and then everything ended.
I'm afraid that only the existence like Heitian Demon Ancestor possesses such terrifying strength.
But when Chu Xuan revealed his identity, the white-browed old monk's expression remained the same, he was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no trace of surprise on his face, he just said: "The great treasure is in the past, and the poor monk is just a remnant spirit now. There is no great treasure in the world!"
Seeing this, Chu Xuan's expression sank, and he stopped trying to make friends, and said directly: "No matter what the status of the master is, I have no intention of fighting you, so... can the master step aside and allow me to enter the ancient bronze gate?"
The white-browed old monk shook his head, and said calmly: "After countless years, my remnant spirit has already been bound to the ancient bronze gate. I'm afraid I won't be able to make way for the benefactor, because once I make way, it will be the time when my soul will fly away."
"However, I am willing to give the benefactor a chance. The two of us will have a debate on Buddhism and Taoism. As long as the benefactor can slightly beat me, so what if I take the initiative to let this way..."
"Then what if I can't win?" Chu Xuan asked calmly.
"If the benefactor can't win, then take refuge in my Buddha. With the wisdom root of the benefactor, there may not be a day when you will become a Buddha in the future!"
The white-browed old monk was unsmiling, and spoke very seriously.
Looking at the other party's serious expression, Chu Xuan didn't know whether he was telling the truth or lying for a while.
But regarding his proposal, Chu Xuan was not moved in the slightest.
With a move of his right hand, the Kunwu sword appeared in his hand.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the master. I still believe in the sword in my hand more than talking with words!"
Having said that, Chu Xuan glanced at Su Qianqian beside him.
Su Qianqian understood, and also clenched the Storm Sword in her hand.
In an instant, amazing sword intent gushed out from both of them, as if forming a wonderful resonance.
Incomparably violent sword energy whizzed around the two of them.
In just a short moment, it filled the entire sky, as if an invincible sword field had evolved.
Seeing this, the white-browed old monk sighed slightly, then closed his eyes and said, "My Buddha is merciful!"
At the same time as the voice sounded, a trembling and terrifying aura erupted from his body instantly.
With the white-browed old monk as the center, it swept tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
The golden Buddha's light and the black magic energy seem to be completely integrated together, giving people an even more terrifying feeling.
Even Chu Xuan couldn't help but froze slightly when he saw this.
He absorbed the memory fragments of the old monk Endless Sea, so he naturally knew the tyranny of the old monk with white eyebrows.
The strength of this white-browed old monk was even more terrifying than the quasi-immortal emperor peak of Grandma Snake.
If you have to say it, it should be regarded as the limit of the quasi-immortal emperor.
The limit of the quasi-immortal emperor with perfect cultivation, physical body, and soul!
Chu Xuan originally thought that the white-browed old monk now has only a remnant soul, and has transformed into an evil spirit, so his true strength should be far inferior to what he had before.
But he didn't expect that this white-browed old monk, a heavenly genius, managed to fuse his own Buddha power and devil energy even with a remnant soul.
His current strength may not be as good as when he was at his peak, but it shouldn't be much worse.
With such strength, even if there are so many quasi-immortal emperors who have entered Fumo Island, there are probably not many people who can compare with it.
To be honest, if it weren't for being targeted by a supreme powerhouse at the level of an immortal emperor like Heitian Demon Ancestor, a figure like Zen Master Dazang would definitely be a giant-level existence even if he looked at the huge ninth star field.
But right now, the two of them were facing each other, unless Chu Xuan gave up entering the core of Fumo Island and giving up the inheritance of Heitian Demon Ancestor, otherwise, this battle was inevitable.
Thinking of this, Chu Xuan's cultivation was fully mobilized immediately, besides Kunwu Sword, Tai Chi Clock was also summoned by him.
The white-browed old monk was also not to be outdone, and the terrifying aura of the fusion of Buddha and demon covered the sky and the sun.
And those strong men who had been saved by him also exploded in cultivation, each of them seemed to be transformed into a Buddhist King Kong, staring at Chu Xuan and Su Qianqian.
Seeing that a big battle was about to break out, at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"My lord, can you let me try."
Chu Xuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then a thought came, and a figure came out from the cave of Taichu.
If you look closely, whoever it is, is it not Duobao Immortal.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
Chu Xuan looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.
Immortal Duobao nodded: "My lord, please give me a chance. I would like to step forward and have a debate with this master!"
As for the "leg" with a mysterious origin, Chu Xuan didn't dare to take it out again.
The two just took a short rest to recover their mental state, and then went on the road again.
Half a day later, the two came to an ancient bronze gate.
This ancient bronze gate may not seem large, but the restrictions derived from it seem to have cut off the entire world.
Strands of rune rules flickered non-stop, and the incomparable mysterious power spread like a spider's web, and the entire space was filled with an ancient and long-lasting aura.
"Through that ancient bronze gate, you should be able to enter the core area of Fumo Island, which may be the burial place of Heitian Demon Ancestor..."
Chu Xuan and Su Qianqian stood side by side in the sky.
Looking at the incomparably mysterious ancient bronze door, although the two were moved, they did not approach rashly.
Because in front of the ancient bronze gate, at this very moment, an old monk with white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged.
This white-browed old monk has an ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes, except for two long eyebrows hanging down, which are extremely eye-catching.
He was chanting words, and seemed to be chanting Buddhist scriptures non-stop, and the sound of chanting turned into golden Sanskrit and kept shining like circles of halos.
The land that was supposed to cover the sky with demonic energy was turned into a Buddhist pure land by his voice of reciting Buddha.
It seemed that the white-browed old monk should be a member of the righteous and orderly camp, but Chu Xuan didn't dare to take any chances.
Because in front of the white-browed old monk, there were more than a dozen strong men who had been transformed by the white-browed old monk, and there were even two quasi-immortal emperors among them.
"The benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha!"
The white-browed old monk slowly opened his eyes, looked at Chu Xuan, and suddenly spoke.
"Compared with the Buddha, I may have a better relationship with the master."
Chu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly asked, "Should I call Master Dazang Zen Master?"
This white-browed old monk is surprisingly the old monk Wu Wuhai's master.
Chu Xuan once performed the soul search technique on the old monk. From the fragmentary memory fragments, he had seen the other person's appearance.
So now he has revealed the identity of the other party.
At this moment, Chu Xuan probably understood that both the old monk and the white-browed old monk probably died at the hands of Heitian Demon Ancestor.
According to the memory of the old monk, the whole sky was dark at that time, and then everything ended.
I'm afraid that only the existence like Heitian Demon Ancestor possesses such terrifying strength.
But when Chu Xuan revealed his identity, the white-browed old monk's expression remained the same, he was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no trace of surprise on his face, he just said: "The great treasure is in the past, and the poor monk is just a remnant spirit now. There is no great treasure in the world!"
Seeing this, Chu Xuan's expression sank, and he stopped trying to make friends, and said directly: "No matter what the status of the master is, I have no intention of fighting you, so... can the master step aside and allow me to enter the ancient bronze gate?"
The white-browed old monk shook his head, and said calmly: "After countless years, my remnant spirit has already been bound to the ancient bronze gate. I'm afraid I won't be able to make way for the benefactor, because once I make way, it will be the time when my soul will fly away."
"However, I am willing to give the benefactor a chance. The two of us will have a debate on Buddhism and Taoism. As long as the benefactor can slightly beat me, so what if I take the initiative to let this way..."
"Then what if I can't win?" Chu Xuan asked calmly.
"If the benefactor can't win, then take refuge in my Buddha. With the wisdom root of the benefactor, there may not be a day when you will become a Buddha in the future!"
The white-browed old monk was unsmiling, and spoke very seriously.
Looking at the other party's serious expression, Chu Xuan didn't know whether he was telling the truth or lying for a while.
But regarding his proposal, Chu Xuan was not moved in the slightest.
With a move of his right hand, the Kunwu sword appeared in his hand.
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the master. I still believe in the sword in my hand more than talking with words!"
Having said that, Chu Xuan glanced at Su Qianqian beside him.
Su Qianqian understood, and also clenched the Storm Sword in her hand.
In an instant, amazing sword intent gushed out from both of them, as if forming a wonderful resonance.
Incomparably violent sword energy whizzed around the two of them.
In just a short moment, it filled the entire sky, as if an invincible sword field had evolved.
Seeing this, the white-browed old monk sighed slightly, then closed his eyes and said, "My Buddha is merciful!"
At the same time as the voice sounded, a trembling and terrifying aura erupted from his body instantly.
With the white-browed old monk as the center, it swept tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
The golden Buddha's light and the black magic energy seem to be completely integrated together, giving people an even more terrifying feeling.
Even Chu Xuan couldn't help but froze slightly when he saw this.
He absorbed the memory fragments of the old monk Endless Sea, so he naturally knew the tyranny of the old monk with white eyebrows.
The strength of this white-browed old monk was even more terrifying than the quasi-immortal emperor peak of Grandma Snake.
If you have to say it, it should be regarded as the limit of the quasi-immortal emperor.
The limit of the quasi-immortal emperor with perfect cultivation, physical body, and soul!
Chu Xuan originally thought that the white-browed old monk now has only a remnant soul, and has transformed into an evil spirit, so his true strength should be far inferior to what he had before.
But he didn't expect that this white-browed old monk, a heavenly genius, managed to fuse his own Buddha power and devil energy even with a remnant soul.
His current strength may not be as good as when he was at his peak, but it shouldn't be much worse.
With such strength, even if there are so many quasi-immortal emperors who have entered Fumo Island, there are probably not many people who can compare with it.
To be honest, if it weren't for being targeted by a supreme powerhouse at the level of an immortal emperor like Heitian Demon Ancestor, a figure like Zen Master Dazang would definitely be a giant-level existence even if he looked at the huge ninth star field.
But right now, the two of them were facing each other, unless Chu Xuan gave up entering the core of Fumo Island and giving up the inheritance of Heitian Demon Ancestor, otherwise, this battle was inevitable.
Thinking of this, Chu Xuan's cultivation was fully mobilized immediately, besides Kunwu Sword, Tai Chi Clock was also summoned by him.
The white-browed old monk was also not to be outdone, and the terrifying aura of the fusion of Buddha and demon covered the sky and the sun.
And those strong men who had been saved by him also exploded in cultivation, each of them seemed to be transformed into a Buddhist King Kong, staring at Chu Xuan and Su Qianqian.
Seeing that a big battle was about to break out, at this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"My lord, can you let me try."
Chu Xuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then a thought came, and a figure came out from the cave of Taichu.
If you look closely, whoever it is, is it not Duobao Immortal.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
Chu Xuan looked at him with a strange look in his eyes.
Immortal Duobao nodded: "My lord, please give me a chance. I would like to step forward and have a debate with this master!"
