Supreme Violent Young Master

Even he could not deceive himself with these words that mentioned the Blood Sea. That was to say, as long as the Buddhist Sangha thought it was fated, then it must be fated. In the end, who was the Buddha, didn't that mean they were allowed to mention him? Therefore, how could he fool a divine ability expert like the Great Desolate Land with this explanation?    

    

Even though he had a compassionate heart, after living in this world for a long time, even a blind person would have two minds. If these deceptive words did not come out of the saint's mouth, the people from the rear earth would have been more than happy to kill this person in front of them right here in this sea of blood.    

    

Because of his high status, not only was he a saint, he was also one of the two great leaders of the Buddhist Sect in the West. The Buddhist Sect was flourishing today, so for the sake of the Six Paths of the Dao, the Earth only sneered. He didn't say anything more, and the anger in his heart had nowhere to vent. However, even if they didn't say anything about it in the future, it didn't mean that no one would shamelessly voice their opinions on his shamelessness.    

    

This sound was shameless and shameless. It was too funny and funny, but it was a sword with a buddhist heart. There was no way to dodge it, no way to dodge it. The Buddha was also furious. Being poked in the spine and mocked in such a manner, even the well-groomed Dao Protector could not help but reveal a trace of anger. He loudly berated: "Which Fellow Daoist is sneaking around above the sea of blood, it's better to come out and have a look!"    

    

The leader was both furious and fearful of the other's strength. After all, the three Saint Masters had been able to silently appear above the sea of blood without anyone noticing. The three of them had not realized it at all, and their cultivations were truly admirable. It was also an unprecedented pressure.    

    

One had to know that the guide was a saint that was on par with this father in the desolate world. To be able to appear above the sea of blood without a sound right under his noses, unless ?    

    

"Hahahaha ?" Along with a hearty laughter, his white clothes fluttered in the wind. Black strands flowed down gently like a waterfall, continuously drifting in the dirty wind of the blood sea. The corners of his mouth curled up on that handsome face, forming a clean smile. However, there was more or less mockery in his smile.    

    

When they saw the newcomer, their eyes froze for a moment, but they quickly regained their senses. It was too similar. The moment he raised his hand, even his white robe looked similar to the legendary figure that no one could offend. However, what he was imitating was, after all, imitating. It was imitating in appearance but not in spirit.    

    

As he focused his eyes on the approaching person, a trace of astonishment appeared on his face. When the peaceful eyes fell on the five-colored luster, they instantly burst out with questions of disbelief, "The Bodhisattva of the Peacock Emperor, are you not a spiritual mountain discussing Buddha, why did you come to this sea of blood?"    

    

Indeed, the person who came was Kong Xuan, also known as the Peacock King Bodhisattva of Xiaocheng Buddhism. At this moment, Kong Xuan didn't even look at the Dharma Lord. The mocking smile on his face intensified. Glancing at the scene, Kong Xuan said to the people behind him, "Empress, long time no see!"    

    

The back of the mountain was also puzzled about Kong Xuan's purpose in coming here. His clear eyes were flashing as if he was inquiring about something. Even though Kong Xuan was the disciple of a transcendent saint and an apostle, Kong Xuan was, after all, the peacock king of the buddhist faith, the Bodhisattva of the Great Brilliant King. She really wasn't sure why Kong Xuan had come.    

    

However, the etiquette should not be wasted. The man nodded his head in embarrassment and said, "Greetings, my friend Kong Xuan. I wonder why you are here?" But something similar to what Fellow?    

    

Due to the relationship with Chen Yuyang, the conversation between Kong Xuan and the Earth King had to be more direct. No matter what, Kong Xuan was still a disciple of Chen Yuyang, and his only direct disciple at the moment. Thus, no matter if it was on Chen Yuyang's account, or the conflict between the Eastern and Eastern Daos, everyone believed that Kong Xuan was not here for their sake.    

    

However, the people from the rear earth addressed Kong Xuan as their fellow daoists. This caused the Quasi-Lift and the guide to be slightly annoyed. You have to understand that although Kong Xuan was Chen Yuyang's disciple, according to his seniority, calling him fellow daoist was not out of the question. However, in their subconscious, they did not want Kong Xuan to be treated as an equal. This was all a joke. Poor self-esteem.    

    

Especially in the past, if not for Tong Tian and Chen Yuyang, Mount Kunlun would have been his disciple. Therefore, his heart was full of hidden bitterness and unwillingness. A pair of glowing golden eyes looked at Kong Xuan. There were too many emotions in them, but Kong Xuan didn't pay any attention to him.    

    

Kong Xuan was the first peacock to rise above the desolate world. He was an existence with a heart higher than the heavens. Furthermore, he had sat down and cultivated for many years under Chen Yuyang. In terms of personality and cultivation, none of the ordinary people could compare to him. Thus, to the "Fellow Daoist" of the Hou Tu, he could only laugh and say, "Empress, you must be joking. Kong Xuan does not have any delusions about the Six Daos and does not seem to be a shameless person. Empress, don't worry! "    

    

It was only after hearing Kong Xuan's words that the earth and the river, as well as the entire blood sea, calmed down. One had to know that Kong Xuan had just displayed his power. If he joined forces with his would-be guide, then unless the Daofather sat down and gathered all the saints in the sea of blood, it would truly be difficult to deal with such a scene.    

    

After a while, Yuan Zhou's heart finally calmed down, but the emotions that were in the heart of the two men who were about to accept the challenge began to surge. They did not care about Kong Xuan. Even though Kong Xuan was no longer the same as he had been before, he was still far from capable of causing any danger for the two of them. The only person they were worried about was the person behind Kong Xuan. One must know that that person was a legendary figure in the Great Wastelands. If he was truly angered, then even if the Daofather personally came, he would still be at a loss of what to do.    

    

Back then, outside Violet Firmament Palace, Chen Yuyang fought against seven people in one move. His bearing, his confidence, his level of cultivation, they had all created a deep haze in his heart. Even to this day, they still did not dare to rashly go against that unfathomable senior uncle. As Chen Yuyang's disciple, Kong Xuan naturally represented Chen Yuyang's position in the sea of blood.    

    

One had to know that the Quasi had been betting all this time that the high and mighty Martial Uncle Qingyang wouldn't be able to bring out the chaotic Heavenly Secrets. In other words, he didn't care about these trivial matters at all. After all, cultivation had advanced to the law of nature, so he wouldn't care about such trifling matters.    

    

However, they seemed to have finished their calculations. Perhaps it was because of the limitations of their cultivation, or perhaps it was because of their mischievous eyes. They simply could not understand.    

    

Even though Kong Xuan was now truly standing in front of them, they still wanted to fight. Their faces turned green and red as they asked, "Since you didn't come for the Six Paths of Reincarnation, why have you come to the Blood Sea?" As he spoke, his precise words became sharper. His eyes could not hide his hatred as he said, "Is it also for the sake of reminiscing about the old?"    

    

Kong Xuan pinched his eyebrows as his eyes quietly stared at the jade rod. In the end, they narrowed into a line and he said softly, "This humble one has come not to reminisce about the past, but to understand a cause and effect!"    

    

Above the sea of blood, there were two Western Sect Leaders that were definitely mentioned. The Divine Empress of the Earth, together with the two Divine Powers, Styx and Kong Xuan, could be said to be the strongest lineup after the Conferred God Battle. Originally, it was a 2v2 fight, and even though the welcome party had a slight advantage, Kong Xuan's participation had completely disrupted their tempo. As such, he was definitely unhappy about this.    

    

Seeing the chubby body of the Six Paths of Samsara about to be consumed, but Cheng Ya Jin's sudden appearance made him feel as if he was riding on a tiger, unable to back down. Most importantly, he didn't know if this Cheng Dingjin was just passing by coincidentally or if there was a powerful force behind him. He was extremely fearful of the uncle-master behind Kong Xuan.    

    

There were only two people in this world who were allowed to talk about respect. One was his senior brother, the other was his teacher, Daofather Hong Jun. And if one were to talk about the terrifying figures in the Great Wastelands, that would only be one. That would be the Dao Sovereign Qing Yang who was sleeping within the Qingyang Island.    

    

Upon hearing Kong Xuan claiming to be a poor Taoist, Zhang Xuan immediately understood the situation and fell into despair. Although he knew that Kong Xuan and Duo Bao had their own agenda, he still wanted to pull these two out of the sect. In this vast world, there were very few people as powerful as these two people. Therefore, Quintet had been working hard, hoping to convert these two people with his Three Inch Lotus Tongue and the teachings of Buddhism in his heart.    

    

But today, above the blood sea, Kong Xuan called himself a poor Taoist. He already knew that these two people were much more determined than he had thought. However, it was also true that a person with such cultivation would not be easily shaken by so many words.    

    

He shook his head helplessly, and looked down with his eyes at the calm sea of blood below him. Above the blood sea, the Asura clan and buddhist disciples were all looking at these high ranking figures with a look of incomprehension. After all, in this world where strength was revered, only those with power in the upper echelons could determine the life of these ants.    

    

Silence, silence, contemplation, silence.    

    

The sea of blood was a golden monastic robe that was exactly held by the cold wind. The sleeves of the monastic robe swayed in the wind. It was like a lonely goose, unable to find its way back to the south. After an unknown period of time, he raised his head and asked, "Bodhisattva of the Peacock Emperor, don't tell me you've never treated yourself as a member of the buddhist faith?"    

    

Kong Xuan smiled contemptuously. He brushed his sleeves and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, becoming more and more like a person's. He was playful, teasing, contemptuous, disdainful, but what made it difficult to understand was where Kong Xuan's confidence came from. Kong Xuan snorted and said: "Buddhist Sect? This Penniless Priest has joined the Primary-level Buddhism. As for why you all know, why do you ask? "    

    

Back then, Chen Yuyang had called upon the Buddha to establish a Primary-ranked Buddhism to split the karmic luck of the Primary-ranked Buddhism. Although the buddhist faith was flourishing, a portion of it was the luck of the buddhist faith. As for Kong Xuan, the Buddha's mother, Bodhisattva, he had too much helplessness and grievance when he joined the Buddhist Sangha. However, he could not disobey his master's orders, and even more so, his heaven's will could not be disobeyed.