Chapter 6569 Going into the mountains alone

"Amitabha, the swordsmanship of the Heaven Sword Donor is unrivaled. With your help, I can't escape this attack."

Xingjian quickly said yes and praised Lin Chen. He immediately shot out the Buddha Sea Infinite Pearl and displayed the magical power of Buddhism. The void was boundless, the waves were surging, and a large Buddha rose up, chanting the sound of Amitabha and attacking the six-winged blood demon eagle.

Daoyuan and Miaozhen saw that he knew Lin Chen, and they showed doubts in their eyes, but they knew that now was not the time to ask, so they immediately attacked the six-winged blood demon eagle.

The three of them were all Buddhist and Taoist geniuses, and the magical powers they displayed could affect and weaken the power of the six-winged blood demon eagle.

The demonic energy and blood energy on the surface of the six-winged blood demon eagle were greatly reduced. It was left with two heads, staring at Lin Chen angrily and swinging its claws.

Lin Chen changed his swordsmanship and evolved into the Heaven Sword. The silver sword light shone everywhere. With a click, he cut off the claws that had been grabbed, and stabbed into the abdomen of the six-winged blood demon eagle from bottom to top.

Crash!

The blood of the beast gushed out, dyeing its fur blood red.

"Roar."

The six-winged blood demon eagle roared in pain, and its six wings fanned out a black wind, rolling towards Lin Chen, but was split by Lin Chen's sword, evolving into the Heavenly Sword.

Yin!

The sword whistled like a tide, and the white sword light filled the sky, slashing from left to right, and the remaining two heads of the six-winged blood demon eagle flew up.

Xingjian and the other three took advantage of this to attack, and the Buddha Sea Infinite Pearl, the Blue Cloud Wonderful Tree, and a Zen staff hit the body of the six-winged blood demon eagle.

Bang!

The Buddha's light rushed into the sky, blood and flesh splattered, and the headless six-winged blood demon eagle exploded on the spot and died.

"Hiss!"

The cultivators outside Moyun Mountain took a deep breath when they saw this. They looked at Lin Chen in shock and said, "Who is this man? His swordsmanship is so mysterious. It's hard to imagine that he is only at the level of the Three Tribulations Saint God. He seems to be even stronger than the three Daoyuan Buddhist disciples."

"Haha, so what if it's an ancient beast? It still died under Lin Chen's sword." The Tree of Light said with a happy face.

"Huh." Xingjian and the other two looked at the death of the six-winged blood demon eagle and breathed a sigh of relief. Then they looked at Lin Chen and Xingjian said gratefully, "Thank you for the help, Tianjian donor. Otherwise, the three of us monks really couldn't kill this beast."

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Master Xingjian, you are too kind. It is our duty to kill the beast."

Daoyuan and Miaozhen next to them saw this and signaled Xingjian with their eyes.

Xingjian understood, so he said: "Daoyuan, Miaozhen, this is the donor of Tianjian, from Fumo Tianzhou."

Miaozhen put his hands together and said with a smile: "I am Miaozhen, the monk, and I am honored to meet the donor of Tianjian."

"I am Daoyuan, the monk, and thank you for your help."

Daoyuan also put his hands together to greet him, and looked at Lin Chen with clear eyes, and asked tentatively: "I seem to have heard of the title of donor. May I ask if you are a worshiper in Fatian Sword Pavilion?"

"Yes." Lin Chen smiled.

"So it is really the donor of Tianjian. I am sorry for my negligence."

Daoyuan's face was happy, and he greeted again, with admiration in his eyes, a little more respect than before.

Miaozhen said in shock: "The donor is the worshiper of Fatian Sword Pavilion, the Holy God of Tianjian?"

"Master Daoyuan and Master Miaozhen know me?" Lin Chen asked in surprise.

"When did you know the donor of Tianjian? Why don't I know?" Xingjian said in confusion.

"Xingjian, you knew the donor of Tianjian earlier than us, but you don't know his identity?" Miaozhen was speechless and shook his head, saying, "You, drinking is a mistake."

"Hehe, I just met the donor of Tianjian not long ago, and I really didn't know that he was the worshiper of Fatian Sword Pavilion." Xingjian laughed awkwardly.

"We are not talking about this matter, you are really just drinking."

Miaozhen said to him unhappily, and then explained, "A few years ago, the holy monks said that a sword prodigy appeared in Fatian Sword Pavilion, who defeated the three people of Mingjian Killing Saint, Yunguang Saint and Chitian Lei Saint. That sword prodigy is the donor of Tianjian."

"That's right." Daoyuan nodded in agreement.

"Ah!" Xingjian was stunned when he heard the words, thought about it carefully, and slapped his bald head and said, "I remember that the host of this academy did say this. No wonder I felt a little familiar when I heard the title of the donor of Tianjian just now."

Daoyuan and Miaozhen were speechless, and this drunk monk finally remembered.

Xingjian was embarrassed, and immediately straightened his face and bowed to Lin Chen solemnly: "Donor Tianjian, I have been negligent before, please forgive me."

Lin Chen did not expect that his reputation had spread to Brahma Province, and immediately reached out to help him up, saying: "Master Xingjian, you are too kind. I am just a little famous, not worth mentioning. It is also my honor to fight side by side with the three masters today."

"Donor Tianjian is too modest. You competed with the three Mingjian Killing Saints and defeated them with only one sword move. It can be seen that your swordsmanship is unparalleled. Today, the killing of the six-winged blood demon eagle is all thanks to you."

Daoyuan and Miaozhen put their hands together, chanted Amitabha, and looked ashamed.

"Well, the beast was too fast. If you hadn't acted in time, it would have escaped. The three monks couldn't stop it." Xingjian smiled.

"Three masters, what are your plans next?" Lin Chen asked.

Xingjian and Miaozhen looked at Daoyuan, obviously taking his opinion as the main one.

Daoyuan pondered and said, "In this Moyun Mountain, there is no telling how many more primordial source stones will be born. If there are ancient beasts among them, it will definitely cause more killing. We will stay here and send someone to notify the holy monks to come."

"Shan." Miaozhen and Xingjian nodded, and Xingjian added: "We must also be careful of the Shura clan."

"When I was at the foot of the mountain just now, I used my spiritual power to gain insight into the mountain. I discovered that there was an extremely obscure power in the mountain, and I planned to go and check it out." Lin Chen said.

"Donor of the Heavenly Sword, although today's Moyun Mountain is not one-tenth of what it was in the ancient times, it is still very dangerous. There may be Shura tribe from the ancient times. Please be more careful," Daoyuan said.

Miaozhen showed approval, and Xingjian said: "If the donor is in danger, please inform the three young monks."

"good."

Lin Chen nodded and went to the depths of Moyun Mountain alone.

"The benefactor of the Heavenly Sword is really brave and talented." Xingjian looked at Lin Chen's back and admired.

"The benefactor of the Heavenly Sword was able to defeat the three Saints of the Underworld Sword Killer with one sword, and kill the Six-winged Blood Demon Eagle with three swords. This shows that his strength is not weaker than the ordinary Six Tribulations Holy God." Miaozhen said with emotion.

"The holy monks have said many times that this time the world is recovering, it is actually a time of great struggle. We human cultivators can take advantage of this situation and many talented people will emerge. This Heavenly Sword Donor is undoubtedly one of them."

Daoyuan said: "And various existences from ancient times, taking this opportunity to revive, will inevitably bring many disasters. This is when talented people like the Donor of the Heavenly Sword can show their talents, so we must not slack off."

"Good." Miaozhen and Xingjian nodded.

Lin Chen, who was exploring Moyun Mountain alone, looked at the primitive peaks in the mountain with doubts.