Take advantage of the situation and rank the seats.

Seeing this in the town's sealed building, Yang Yu almost burst into laughter.

Less than half a day after he entered the town's Fenglou, the Ape King came to the door. The Gushan Immortal Palace was already full, waiting for him to come.

Even the stupidest person can see that these people have other plans, let alone him.

From the small soldiers in the border town to the lord of a country, even if Yang Yu was not good at making power and making tricks, it did not mean that he was not familiar with it.

Therefore, he naturally would not sit down according to the wishes of these people.

call!

The immortal palace suddenly became quiet, and everyone in the hall glared at it, and there was no turmoil on the four people on the high platform.

“Ha~”

On the far right, the middle-aged man who was called the White Tiger True Lord by the old ape suddenly burst into laughter:

"The prisoners who are in danger of peace? These words are accurate! Aren't we just a group of prisoners who are at slaughter?"

He was chuckling, but there was no smile in his voice. Instead, there was a great coldness that filled the entire Immortal Palace:

"But, will the prisoner's kindness have to be so bad?"

"bona fide?"

Prison Yang sneered.

In his sage of human immortal martial arts, the thinness of spiritual energy has far less impact on him than other supernatural masters.

His perception was still very sharp. Inside and outside the hall, the malice in most prisoners except the old ape was almost unconcealed.

"Is it really kindness?"

Woo ~

As the fog surged, there seemed to be ghosts appearing and staring at them.

The bodies of the Nine Yao Lords in the hall also had a glimmer of magic power, but the ten-du prisoners standing slowly retreated.

The invisible but cold breath made the ape king's forehead oozing sweat.

"The True Lord..."

"Good, good."

The old ape seemed to have something to say, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the monk wearing a cassock.

He clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name lightly, and said:

"What the donor of Nanling said is perfect. Our group of prisoners is really not kind. In fact, a few days ago, we were waiting for your arrival."

"Um?!"

The true Lord of White Tiger's face darkened, and the expressions of the prisoners in the hall also changed, and many of the monks smiled bitterly.

"Yan Mo!"

The old Taoist who lived on the left could not help but frown.

"Mencius will not lie!"

The monk named "Yan Mo" responded softly:

"The suffering in the world is mostly caused by verbal remarks. If everyone keeps all precepts and does not lie, and is more sincere, how could it be so painful in their lives?"

This old monk...

Yu Yang also frowned slightly.

Most of the prisoners in Zhenfeng Building have no magic weapon, and they cannot resist the secret spying.

However, due to the level of magical powers, there were more than a dozen people in the hall at this time, and he could not see the fate of them.

The four Eight-Polar Giants on the platform should naturally be among them, but the old monk's fate was not much or too much, and there was no corner of it.

【Eight Extreme Masters of Buddhism, Yamatian】

Yamatian?

Yang Yu's heart moved slightly.

After rejoicing what Yang Ni asked, he was quite concerned about the information about Buddhism in this world.

The Buddhist sect in Longquan Realm is extremely ancient, and its origin can even be traced back to millions of years before the resurgence of spiritual tides.

According to legend, a long time ago, a hunter's son accidentally entered a mysterious realm and discovered the inheritance of ancient Buddhism. After that, Buddhism was found.

During the long years, Buddhism may have prospered or perished. It was not until 70,000 years ago that a person entered Buddha from the Tao and passed down the Nirvana system after breaking the limit and becoming emperor. The Buddhist foundation was laid.

The "Emperor Cihang" had all the mysterious realms of magical skills and passed down all kinds of pictures of enlightenment that reached the eight extremes, and once held the command of the sentient beings in Longquan.

Yamatian is one of the twenty-four directions of enlightenment maps passed down by it...

"Yama!"

The white tiger Zhenjun's eyelids drooped, and a low growl sound came from his chest and abdomen.

"No need to say more nonsense."

At this time, the elegant "Ten Songs" spoke just now. He lightly tapped the back of the chair, suppressed the true Lord of White Tiger, and looked at Monk Yanmo again:

"When saying, then say."

"Good!"

Monk Yanmo smiled and bowed, then walked to the bottom of the steps:

"Everyone present, no matter what sect, a demon or a human being, there is only one identity as a prisoner here.

Of course, there is only one thing I want…”

"go out!"

"go out!"

Yan Mo's voice paused slightly, but the prisoners in the hall could no longer help but growl or roar.

The huge sound waves intersected like rolling thunder sounds, and even this lonely mountain was trembling.

"Good, go out."

Yama nodded.

"so what?"

The prisoner is going to escape from prison, so it is naturally not difficult to guess. Yang Yu is a little curious:

"The Zhuxian Sword is hanging high in the sky, and there is also a formation formed by the Wanshi Golden Bell leading the Thousand Mountains of Earthly Veins. How do you want to go out? How can you resist the Taoist of Tianzong?"

Regarding Zhenfenglou, when he met the Taoist of Tianzong, the latter mentioned it.

From the time when Emperor Wanshi opened up here, until now, there has been almost no one who has left for tens of thousands of years.

Whether it is Jiu Yao or Ba Ji.

In fact, Yang Yu couldn't think of a way to break the deadlock at this time.

Not to mention that this formation is so tight that there are almost no flaws, even if it really avoids the killing of the Zhuxian Sword, it is lucky to escape from the formation.

Why should these prisoners who are far from the peak compete with the world's number one person in charge of Xuantian Lingbao?

"Taoist of Tianzong..."

When Yang Yu said this name, the noise in the hall disappeared again, and the indignation and anger of the prisoners seemed to be extinguished.

"In this world, there is no inbreakable formation, no magical powers that cannot be restrained, spiritual treasures, and no invincible people!"

Yan Mo lowered his eyes and responded:

"Everything is like luck, ups and downs are the laws of heaven. If you keep the building closed, it should be broken!"

"How to break it?"

Yang Yu could sense the monk's confidence and became more and more curious.

Only when you really come into contact with the Taoist of Tianzong can you know how important it is to be the best person in the world.

"If a big thing fails, it will be a big mistake!"

Yan Mo was about to answer, and at this time, the old Taoist sitting on the left spoke again. He glanced coldly at the two people on the stage, and his eyes fell on Yang Yu:

"What Yan Mo said shows our sincerity. Fellow Taoist, should we also show some sincerity?"

The old Taoist spoke, and Yan Mo closed his mouth, closed his hands, lowered his eyebrows and gladly looked at him.

It also seemed that the ten poems on the stage and the True Lord of the White Tiger were all cold-hearted.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yu didn't get an answer, so he just asked in response to the eyes of several people:

"What sincerity do you want?"

The old Taoist looked at the corner:

"King Yuan."

The old ape who took off his hood slowly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and looked at Yang Yu:

"Since the fellow Taoist knows the seven apes in the world, I think I have some understanding of my supernatural powers."

Without waiting for Yang Yu to answer, the old monkey spoke very quickly:

"I have the ability to argue black and white, know good and bad luck, and predict good and good fortune... And fellow Taoists have the opportunity to get rid of the cage and be free!"
Chapter completed!