Xiao Dingtian was also feeling bad. He hadn't expected Ye Chen's control of the source of thunder to be so powerful.
The terrifying energy aftermath caused his blood to boil and he retreated hundreds of feet.
But he was a saint after all, and his body was extremely strong. This impact was just a tickle to him, and he was not hurt at all.
"The innate Dao body is indeed powerful!"
Xiao Dingtian steadied himself and looked at Ye Chen, who was in a somewhat embarrassed state, with fiery eyes.
The more evil Ye Chen behaved, the more it proved the power of his innate Taoist body, and the more excited he became.
As long as he could peel off his Taoist body and transplant it to himself, he would be able to obtain Ye Chen's enchanting talent.
In the future, there is hope that he will become a supreme saint, or even the legendary Taoist ancestor.
"Today, you will undoubtedly die! I will take your Dao body!"
Xiao Dingtian shouted loudly, waving the holy sword in his hand, and turned into a stream of light again to attack Ye Chen.
He couldn't wait to take Ye Chen's innate Taoist body for himself.
“Ahem…”
Ye Chen coughed lightly a few times and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"You want to take my body? You're not qualified, old man!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Chen's figure flashed, and he swung the Jinghong Sword and rushed straight into the sky to deal with Xiao Dingtian.
At the same time, he put all the immortal stones he harvested from Huanling Valley into the Tiandao Pearl.
…
Just as Ye Chen and Xiao Dingtian were fighting fiercely above the Nine Heavens, in a hidden void far away from the battlefield.
Two middle-aged figures stood side by side, calmly watching the shocking battle in the distance.
"Tsk tsk, this kid from the fairyland is really not simple!"
"To dare to attack a late-stage Saint with the cultivation of the Immortal Venerable Realm, this courage and fighting power are truly rare!"
The gray-robed man on the left put one hand behind his back and stroked his short beard with the other hand, praising with a tone full of appreciation.
"What's the matter? Brother Chu, are you interested in this kid? Are you thinking of taking him as your disciple?"
The man next to him, who was dressed in a white robe, had a handsome face and an elegant temperament. Upon hearing this, he raised a playful smile and joked.
"Haha, Brother Ye, don't you have any thoughts about this rare monster?"
The gray-robed man named Chu glanced at him sideways, saw through his thoughts, and retorted lightly.
"Haha, if such a wicked young man says he is not tempted, he is deceiving himself."
The white-robed man surnamed Ye did not deny it upon hearing this and smiled casually.
"You and I both value talent. Since we both have our eyes on you, why don't we compete fairly?"
The man surnamed Ye suggested with a gleam in his eyes.
"Okay! But I will definitely beat you this time!"
Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Chu's eyes flashed with a hint of competitiveness and he nodded in response.
"Your way is not suitable for this kid."
At this moment, a slightly lazy voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them.
"His path is completely different from yours. Don't even think about misleading the young man. You're wasting this valuable material."
A fat bald head popped out from between the two of them. The round and shiny head was particularly eye-catching.
Immediately afterwards, his fat body squeezed out a place between the man surnamed Chu and the man surnamed Ye.
The person who came was a fat monk.
He was wearing a washed-out monk's robe, and the cassock draped over his shoulders was covered with several patches of different colors, with crude stitching.
The monk was holding a shiny big pork leg in his left hand and chewing it with relish, with oil stains all over the corners of his mouth.
He held a jar of wine in his right hand and gnawed on a pork leg without any image, occasionally tilting his head back to take a few sips of wine.
"Monk Jiechi, as a monk, why don't you stay in your shabby temple and chant sutras and eat vegetarian food instead of coming here to join in the fun?"
The man surnamed Chu raised his eyebrows and glanced at the fat monk beside him with a hint of contempt in his tone.
"Our Daoist teachings are profound and extensive. How can a monk like you understand them? Stop talking nonsense here and ruining our good deeds!"
"that is!"
The man surnamed Ye immediately joined in, his face full of dissatisfaction, and glared at the fat monk.
"You fat bastard, you said we would mislead the students. Do you think you are enough as a wine-drinking monk?"
"hey-hey!"
The fat monk Jie Chi was not angry when he heard this. He grinned, took another bite of the pork leg, and spoke vaguely.
"This boy and I have a connection. He should be accepted into my Buddhist sect so that he can further the great cause of my Buddhist sect."
As he spoke, he took another big gulp of wine and burped loudly, completely unaware of the gazes of Chu and Ye.
"Fatty, this kid is a top-grade unpolished gem. You want him to join Buddhism? And let him eat pig legs with you every day?"
The man surnamed Chu was so angry at his appearance that he laughed and said sarcastically.
"Ah, that's right!"
The man surnamed Ye also gave a forced smile and echoed in a sarcastic tone.
"I just don't know if you, a drunkard, will really mislead the young people and turn a piece of unpolished jade into a useless person who only knows how to eat and drink!"
Upon hearing this, the fat monk Jie Chi put down the half-eaten pork leg in his hand and casually wiped his mouth with the greasy sleeve of his monk's robe.
The playful expression on his face slowly faded, and his expression unexpectedly became solemn and serious.
"Amitabha!"
"My two benefactors, this is wrong."
Monk Jie Chi looked at the two of them calmly and spoke slowly.
"I drink wine and eat meat not to satisfy my appetite, nor to indulge in pleasure."
"It is to use this experience to walk through the mundane world, experience the myriad aspects of human life, and through the perspectives of all living beings, understand the supreme mysteries of Buddhism."
"This kid acts unconventionally and decisively, yet he has a sense of justice in his heart. He fits my path of cultivation, which is to gain experience in this world and to be open and open."
Monk Jie Chi spoke righteously, and a faint Buddha light emanated from his body.
"Humph, you fat guy, you have a lot of fallacies and heresies!"
"So, if you say so, wouldn't it be wonderful if all Buddhist disciples were like you, holding a pig leg in their left hand and a glass of wine in their right hand?"
The man surnamed Chu nodded slightly and looked at the fat monk with a teasing tone.
"Haha, Brother Chu is absolutely right!"
The man surnamed Ye couldn't help but burst into laughter and echoed.
"Perhaps this eating of meat and drinking of wine is the unique Buddhist path that you, Master Jie Chi, have discovered! The future prosperity of Buddhism depends entirely on your 'true doctrine of meat and wine'!"
"Amitabha."
Monk Jie Chi shook his head helplessly.
"You two benefactors have a profound misunderstanding of Buddhism."
He sighed softly, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield in the distance, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
"Hey, this kid is quite a ruthless person."
"He actually wants to use that old ghost Xiao to push his own Dao body and cultivation to the limit, so that he can reach the realm of the perfect Immortal Emperor in one fell swoop!"
Monk Jie Chi's shiny forehead shook, and a meaningful smile appeared on his fat face.
…
At the same time, above the nine heavens.
The battle between Ye Chen and Xiao Dingtian became more and more intense, and every collision caused the sky to tremble.
"Boy, I wonder where you can hide!"
"Space confinement!"
Xiao Dingtian was furious, and the majestic power of the saint instantly blocked the void within a radius of ten thousand miles.
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