Chapter 36 If you don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, I also know a little bit about boxing.
Now, not only within the sect, but the entire cultivation world knows how magical the junior sister of Juetian Sect is through sound transmission notes, photo stones, concept mirrors, and other means.
The cultivation competition had just started for half a day when the request made to the junior sister of Juetian Sect to achieve it 100% began to spread from person to person.
I hadn't considered the possibility that ginger wine might refuse this.
Human beings’ desire for treasures mostly stems from greed, but there are definitely fewer people with greedy hearts than those with curiosity.
Now, not only those who are qualified to participate in the competition have come, but it has also attracted a lot of onlookers.
Everyone wants to see with their own eyes whether this junior sister is really that powerful.
At the same time, Jiang Jiu was watching Fo Jiang's competition, and the situation... was hard to describe.
"Donor, monks are compassionate and will never hurt anyone unless they have no other choice."
Fojiang still had that compassionate expression on his face. He stood still no matter how the opponent attacked him. His white moon robe was not stained with a trace of dust. He kept giving advice, just like Tang Monk reciting the spell to tighten the headband.
"Bald donkey, just admit defeat and stop disgusting me."
Fo Jiang's opponent spat viciously, his face flushed with anger.
"How come your bald ass tortoise shell is so hard?"
His opponent kept attacking the golden bell covering Fo Jiang's body, but there was not a single crack on the golden bell and it could not be broken at all.
Fo Jiang closed his eyes and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures. It sounded like he was advising people to "lay down their butcher knives and become a Buddha right away", which made Jiang Jiu, who was watching the game, feel pain in his ears.
"Amitabha."
Seeing that the half-hour limit set by the Great Elder was about to expire, Fo Jiang reopened his compassionate and solemn eyes and sighed softly.
"If you don't understand Mahayana Buddhism, I know a little bit about martial arts."
Then Fo Jiang hit the man's head hard with his Zen stick. The man's body stiffened instantly, rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.
Before being teleported out of the small secret realm, Fo Jiang clasped his hands together in front of his chest in front of his unconscious opponent, and bowed slightly to him with a hint of apology.
"Amitabha, what a sin!"
There's a sense of guilt that comes from not caring about people's lives.
Jiang Jiu stared at the scene in amazement. It turned out that the Zen stick did not cause any physical damage, but physical injuries?
The Fojiang in front of her was definitely not the cold and aloof Buddhist in her game.
Absolutely! No! Yes!
While eating the melon, Jiang Jiu heard a wild laugh from the crowd, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.
After a while, a man suddenly rushed to a position a few meters away from Jiang Jiu through the crowd, staring at him with excitement on his face.
His fiery gaze made Jiang Jiu feel uneasy. If someone didn't know better, they would have thought that he was going to eat her alive.
Just when Jiang Jiu thought that this man also wanted her to cosplay Aladdin's magic lamp, the man spoke.
"I never thought I would be able to draw the legendary reincarnated great power. I, Ji Yuanwu, have not lived in vain!"
Ginger wine makes your heart feel tight.
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What's going on?
This guy doesn't seem normal.
The man ignored it and continued talking to himself with a crazy look on his face.
"Thinking of such a delicate and beautiful face, which will soon be covered in blood and flesh from my self-explosion, and those arrogant eyes that will be immersed in fear every day of the future, my soul is beginning to boil."
The man who called himself Ji Yuanwu laughed out loud.
Everyone only saw Jiang Jiu's beautiful figure standing indifferently in the crowd. She was indifferent to the crazy man, and her cold face showed what impatience was.
"Who is he? If you don't want to live, give me the chance!"
"I heard they were evil cultivators from the Blood Slaughter Cult. They loved to watch geniuses commit suicide, self-explode, and other twisted and bloody scenes to terrify them. They had caused psychological trauma to many geniuses, causing them to stagnate in their cultivation for the rest of their lives."
"Ah? Then he found the wrong person? How could Junior Sister be afraid of such a person?"
Jiang Jiu, who was frightened to the point of almost losing his soul, just happened to hear their discussion with a wooden face.
My heart is already flooded with MMP.
Who said she wasn't afraid?
She is scared to death now!
'Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, and friendliness.'
Jiang Jiu, with tears streaming down his face, recited the 24-word mantra in his heart, hoping desperately that a police officer would show up and capture the terrorist.
Can she surrender now?
Putting aside the question of whether he was scared or not, this guy seemed to be in the Nascent Soul stage. The power of his self-explosion was so great that it was doubtful whether he could survive, let alone be afraid.
Just when Jiang Jiu was thinking about whether to give up the game, Ji Yuanwu said in an evil tone.
"If you refuse to compete with me, I will explode right now, and no one present will be able to escape! Hehehe!"
Before Jiang Jiu could say anything, the people around him immediately accused Ji Yuanwu indignantly, showing no sign of running away.
"Xue Tu taught these guys not to be too rampant. Let's see how Junior Sister teaches them this time."
"You really think everyone is a pushover. I'm afraid you'll be suppressed by Junior Sister before you even have a chance to self-destruct."
"It's a pity that he got this chance. It would have been great if I was the one who got drawn."
The voices that were discussing all firmly believed that Jiang Jiu could easily deal with Ji Yuanwu, causing Ji Yuanwu's expression to become visibly more distorted and resentful.
What he couldn't stand the most was the arrogant attitude of the geniuses, who relied on the gifts from God to belittle and suppress the useless people like them and treated them like slaves.
Ji Yuanwu's triangular eyes were filled with hatred, which made Jiang Jiu's back cold.
'You don't have to trust me that much, really.'
Jiang Jiu looks weak, pitiful and helpless, so stop talking about it!
Qiuqiu family, please let the child go!
Jiang Jiu cried bitterly. Bai Ze had just gone to digest the evil spirits, and now there was no one to discuss a solution with. Why was she so miserable?
On the other side, Yu Zimo also noticed the situation on Jiang Jiu's side.
Although he believed in Jiang Jiu, he secretly left a trace of ghost energy on Ji Yuanwu, which could be detonated directly if Jiang Jiu was in danger.
The time for rest soon came, and Jiang Jiu had no choice but to force herself into the small secret realm with Ji Yuanwu to start the so-called competition.
Staying outside will not change anything, it will only lead to more victims. But after coming here, her social anxiety will be alleviated.
You can try using talk therapy to find a breakthrough.
"Hehehe, I know I can't beat you."
"But a genius like you, who is so high and mighty, has definitely never seen the secret method of self-sacrifice of the Blood Slaughter Cult."
"This secret method caused three geniuses to die from shock, and it also caused hundreds of talented people to lose their minds to cultivation and stop making any progress."
"People like you have never experienced mediocrity. Today, I will knock you off your pedestal and bring you down to the same level as us."
In the secret realm where Ji Yuanwu's wild and vicious laughter echoed, it seemed as if he had already succeeded.
The thought of Jiang Jiu falling to the bottom of the cultivation world in the future made him so excited that his whole body trembled.
Ji Yuanwu knows how to kill people and destroy their hearts.
Rather than killing them directly, letting geniuses lose their talents and the things they once took pride in is more painful than killing them.
After hearing this, Jiang Jiu felt a dizzy sensation.
Is this how all evil cults in the world of cultivation retaliate against society?
"Otherwise, I can help you improve your physique, as long as you give up your current behavior."
Jiang Jiu was just making it up. She didn't have the ability to do it, but now she had no choice but to make it up in order to stabilize Ji Yuanwu.
The next second, Ji Yuanwu showed a sinister expression, and without hesitation stabbed the knife into his abdomen, cutting it vertically.
I don’t know if it pierced the aorta, but blood gushed out and almost splashed on Jiang Jiu.
"Don't try to seduce me. As a follower of the Blood Slaughter Cult, I will never bow down to a bunch of you proud sons of heaven."
Jiang Jiu was frightened by the splattering blood and his whole body stiffened. He swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Oh no, her talk therapy skills were not good enough and she provoked the terrorists.
But she didn't dare to step forward to stop him now. After all, he was in the Nascent Soul stage and she really couldn't beat him.
Suddenly, Jiang Jiu heard a lazy and strange voice, which sounded far away in the sky and yet was right in front of him.
"Huh? So you're here."
"How dare you bring out this shoddy ritual of summoning the evil god and embarrass yourself like that?"
After saying that, a strange wind blew in the small secret realm, and the expression on Ji Yuanwu's face quickly changed from madness to horror, and finally to fear.
The ceremony was also interrupted and could not continue.
A purple figure appeared in front of Jiang Jiu, accompanied by a faint fragrance. Just by looking at his back, one could tell that he would be extremely handsome when he turned around.
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