The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

Yuchi De's face was twisted and full of ferociousness.    

"If I don't get my revenge, I swear I won't be human!"    

"That guy is with Empress. These ten big sects are the main force that rebelled against the Holy Court."    

"Now that they know the news of Empress's return, they still don't see them as a thorn in their flesh!"    

Yuchi De had died once in Jiang Ling's hands.    

He knew how powerful Heavenly Sovereign was. Even if he cultivated for another hundred or eighty years, he would not be a match for others.    

"The only thing we can do now is to drive away the wolves and devour the tigers!"    

Yuchi De narrowed his eyes.    

"Although I only have a remnant soul left, I still have my immortal spell and direct bloodline!"    

"When that time comes, I will be able to borrow the power of outsiders to kill those guys, and I will be able to successfully revive my dead body."    

"I can even force Jiang Ling to use the Art of Resurrection on me."    

Yuchi De coveted the divine ability of Jiang Ling, which could cure the Xiangliu with just a wave of his hand.    

If he used this divine ability on himself...    

It wouldn't be a problem for his divine soul to be damaged or his physical body to collapse!    

"Therefore, I must call for reinforcements!"    

The place he wanted to go now was the Fake Buddha.    

The Fake Buddha was a very special existence.    

It was a dozen or so Black Grade Spirit Realm's Buddhist leaders, and they ruled even more Yellow Grade Spirit Realm!    

The Buddhist cultivators of the Fake Buddha kept a low profile, but their true strength was extremely powerful!    

Furthermore, the last time Yuchi De picked up an immortal spell, he had also received guidance from an eminent monk of the Fake Buddha.    

"The Fake Buddha is the strongest Buddhist Sect. No matter how much these demonic devils jump around, they will still be suppressed by an eminent monk!"    

Yuchi De was delighted in his heart, and his flying speed became even faster.    

After flying for more than ten days without any sleep or rest.    

He arrived at a huge temple community.    

He looked up and saw that the green bricks were made of colorful clouds, the green tiles were made of glass, the golden holy elephant, the white jade platform, and the green light dancing in the main hall. Lord Pilo was full of Buddhistic energy.    

The Literary Hall was a place where clouds were gathered, and the Hall of Rotation was a place where flowers were piled up.    

On the top of the three eaves, there was the tip of a vase, and the roof of the Five Fortune Tower was embroidered. Thousands of green bamboos were swaying on the Buddhist bed, and ten thousand types of pine trees reflected Buddhism.    

The Jade Cloud Palace was emitting a golden light; the purple fog was filled with auspicious clouds, and the wind was blowing in all directions. The wind was blowing in all directions, and the sound of drums could be heard from the tall mountains.    

In the Fake Buddha, there were mountain gates, Buddhist halls, Law Halls, front abbots, abbots, and so on. On the two sides were warehouses, monks halls, bell towers, Guan Yin Halls, Monk Selection Halls, Qing Liao Halls, Waterland Halls, and so on and so forth...    

There were countless Buddhist buildings, and there were as many as the hairs on a cow's head.    

Many of the buildings were made of gold and jade. Even the bricks were paved with high quality white marble. It was an endless luxury.    

The most eye-catching thing was the five-thousand-feet-tall Buddhist pagoda in the center.    

The pagoda had a total of one hundred and ninety-nine floors, and it was entirely made of profound gold.    

Just this profound gold was enough for an ordinary empire to accumulate for over ten thousand years!    

The four sides of the pagoda were carved with Buddha statues. There were benevolent arhats, blue-eyed and red-haired Venerables, and there were also ferocious looking yakshas that looked like they were going to devour people.    

Just the foundation of this pagoda alone was twenty thousand feet in size. It glittered under the sunlight, illuminating the entire Fake Buddha in a dazzling and resplendent manner.    

The monk robes and hats worn by those monks were all extremely expensive.    

Eight gemstones adorned the surface of the pagoda. A bright red kasaya inlaid with pearls was draped over the monk's body. It was truly "Man relies on clothes, Buddha relies on gold."    

The monks appeared dignified and full of buddhist nature.    

Only, within those buddhist halls, their clothes were ragged, and their faces were full of sincerity. Their hands were still holding good men and women who were offering gold and silver.    

It seemed to be somewhat dazzling.    

But Yuchi De didn't care about that.    

Under the guidance of an elder, he headed towards the Mahavira Hall.    

He entered the Mahavira Hall.    

On both sides were rows of arhats with formidable cultivation bases. The aura on their bodies was incomparably vigorous, and the Buddhist light behind their heads flickered.    

They stood solemnly on the spot, facing forward.    

There, an old monk with a kind expression sat upright under a great Buddha. His palms were pressed together, and the scripture in his mouth was recited.    

Beautiful Buddhist light, blooming lotus flowers, white auspicious clouds, and other scenes appeared beside him.    

This was Divine Monk Mauros.    

After Yuchi De entered the palace, he heard the Buddhist scriptures, and the restlessness in his soul quickly calmed down.    

Yuchi De didn't dare to show any neglect.    

Immediately, he knelt down and respectfully kowtowed a few times.    

However, this action reminded him of the situation where he was being pressed and rubbed by Jiang Ling.    

The fear in his heart continued to surge.    

"Benefactor Yuchi, do you have any worries?" At this time, Divine Monk Mauros, who was above, opened his eyes and a faint voice sounded.    

The Buddhist voice made Yuchi De forget his worries all of a sudden.    

"Greetings, Divine Monk." Yuchi De bowed respectfully.    

"It's like this. I have been cultivating in seclusion in the Shadow Moon Sword Sect, comprehending the dharma, but I never thought that there would be demonic devils attacking the sect."    

"This guy who called himself Heavenly Sovereign is the reincarnation of a demonic devil, and he's also the lackey of that tyrant!"    

Yuchi De exaggerated what had happened in front of him.    

In his mouth, Jiang Ling was extremely ferocious, how violent Empress was, how innocent he was...    

When Yuchi De mentioned Jiang Ling, he waved his hand and summoned the people from Boundless Domain.    

Divine Monk Mauros's eyelids twitched. "From Boundless Domain?"    

"That's right." Yuchi De nodded his head repeatedly.    

"We naturally can't allow such devils to grow."    

"Arhats, I order you to head to Shadow Moon Sword Sect immediately..." Just as Divine Monk Mauros was about to announce the matter.    

Suddenly,    

there was an excited expression on Yuchi De's face. He jumped up from where he stood and shouted loudly:    

"Hey!"    

"It's three o'clock. Make, make eggs! Drink the tea first!"    

"It's useless to make 'like this'! Your boss won't feel sorry for you!"    

Yuchi De took out a bag of tea from somewhere and took a few sips happily.    

Yuchi De's tone was weird and funny.    

It broke the solemn atmosphere in the palace.    

"Almsgiver Yuchi, don't make noise in front of the divine monk!"    

The arhats standing on both sides glared at him and scolded him loudly.    

However, Yuchi De seemed to have caught a gust of wind as he waved his hands.    

He didn't have the same kind of respect he had when he saw Buddhism in the past.    

He was still clamoring loudly.    

"Hey!"    

"Friend, it's almost seven o'clock. Time to go to work! No need to do so much..."    

"Drink the beautiful beer!"    

As Yuchi De spoke, he took out the beer and threw it with force. The alcohol rushed onto the Buddha statues on both sides.    

The original smell of sandalwood disappeared. It was all the fragrance of the wine.    

Those men swallowed their saliva and shouted, "How dare you!"    

"Is the Buddhist Sacred Land a place you can be so impudent?"    

After saying that, these dozens of arhats rushed over, wanting to catch Yuchi De.    

However, Yuchi De was in the divine soul state, and was as agile as a monkey.    

He was bouncing up and down everywhere, shouting "Drink tea" and "drink wine 'at the same time.    

If he went crazy, he wouldn't be able to catch him at all!    

"Amitabha!" Divine Monk Mauros gave a Buddhist proclamation.    

A golden light covered Yuchi De's body, making him unable to move.    

"Benefactor has been bewitched by the devil and is spouting nonsense. Buddha, don't take offense."    

Divine Monk Mauros bowed to the Great Buddha behind him.    

After that, he turned his head around and said in a soft voice.    

"Benefactor, since you have come, why haven't you shown yourself yet?"    

"Oh, old bald donkey, do you still have some ability? Do you know that I am here?" Jiang Ling's voice came from Yuchi De's mouth.    

"Amitabha." Moro chanted the Buddha's name. "Almsgiver Yuchi said that you are a Heavenly Devil. As expected."    

"You have disturbed the order of the heaven and earth, and you have provoked Buddhism. You must go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell."    

"Is this a coincidence?" Jiang Ling's tone was indifferent. "My disciple is the Dark Emperor. I can send you all to hell, and the seventy-second level is also fine."    

"In addition, Buddhism thrives in the world. Taoists hide in the mountains alone. Bodhisattva in troubled times does not ask questions, and Old Lord carries a sword to save the vicissitudes of life."    

"What are you bald donkeys pretending to be weak for?"