160: My Buddhist name is Cidu!

However, looking at the information, this Quasi-Saint intended to convert three thousand prodigies.

Chen Xian had another doubt in his mind.

How exactly would this 'conversion' be done?

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?

Or directly send you to be a good person in your next life?

Forget it, I'll keep reading.

[Daily Intel 3: There is a bamboo forest in the northeastern part of the Shanhai Secret Realm, which is a Black Tortoise Grand Formation laid down by the Sage of Literature a thousand years ago. In one hour, the He siblings will hide in the bamboo forest and successfully survive!]

Below the information, there was a route for entering the Black Tortoise Grand Formation.

The Sage of Literature!

Chen Xian's eyes lit up.

That was a Saint residing high in the Thirty-Third Heaven!

The Formation he laid down, let alone blocking Great Yaos, even a Quasi-Saint might not be able to break through it.

Seeing that Wind Shelter Valley was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

After Chen Xian finished reading the three pieces of information, his gaze finally fell upon the group from the Tian Zi Squad.

The entire group couldn't help but shiver.

What kind of gaze was that?

It actually made them feel as if they were being stared down by a ferocious beast.

"Chen Xian, if you spare us, we will definitely follow you to the death!"

"Yes, we..."

Puchi!

With one strike of his sword, Chen Xian directly pierced the throat of the person who had just spoken.

Watching the man slowly collapse, he still wore an expression of disbelief before he died.

The rest of the Tian Zi Squad exploded in outrage.

"Chen Xian, what is the meaning of this?"

"We surrendered to you, and you actually don't appreciate it. Aren't you afraid of us fighting back?"

Seeing them like this, Chen Xian gave a cold laugh.

"I can still tell the difference between a hypocritical surrender and true submission."

"People like you aren't worthy of being my subordinates!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

A flash of lightning appeared on his body.

Immediately after, he passed directly through the crowd of the Tian Zi Squad.

By the time everyone heard the crisp sound of a sword being sheathed.

The several members of the Tian Zi Squad had already fallen to the ground.

"Duoer, loot the bags!"

Zhou Duoer skillfully removed the storage rings from their bodies.

Seeing this scene, the crowd felt a wave of sighs in their hearts.

The Tian Zi Squad, which once symbolized imperial power and the Emperor's will, was unexpectedly defeated in less than fifteen minutes by the Marquis of Jubei, the so-called second generation ancestor, with overwhelming force.

"Everyone, follow me!"

Zi Yun asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

"To a safer place."

Because Chen Xian had the map of the Shanhai Secret Realm in his hand.

So, no one truly doubted the truth of his words.

Zhou Duoer, Zi Yun, Gu Qingcheng, Zheng Yi, and Pei Ning, along with ten Embroidered Uniform Guards, left Wind Shelter Valley one after another.

They walked toward the forest not far away.

At the same time.

Master Cidu had already arrived at the Core Zone of the Shanhai Secret Realm.

No one dared enter the forbidden zone.

Therefore, only some Core Disciples from various Sects and clans had entered the Core Zone.

Thus, the moment he stepped into the Core Zone.

He sensed the auras of several people in this area.

At the same time, Master Cidu also looked toward the barrier thousands of miles away.

A Restriction barrier jointly laid down by five Mahayana Stage Cultivators could indeed block these entering prodigies.

But before him, a Quasi-Saint, it was like a paper tiger that would collapse with a single breath.

"Dividing the Shanhai Secret Realm into five parts is indeed an impressive method. However, in this old monk's eyes, it is also too childish."

His gaze suddenly turned toward the west.

"Oh no, there is trouble ahead!"

Master Cidu's figure rapidly vanished from the spot... Boom!

In a swamp within the Core Zone.

A group of people were working together to hunt a Mystic Water Kui Crocodile!

"Senior Brother, it's no use. I'm afraid this Yao Beast is at the Soul Transformation Stage. We simply can't win!"

"That's right, Senior Brother. We have surrounded it for three days and used every trick, but none of them worked."

"Let's just retreat!"

The man in the lead was dressed in blue robes.

His face was filled with an expression of unwillingness.

"We cannot retreat!"

"We are Core Disciples of the Sacred Sea Pavilion, the true elite."

"If we retreat now, not only will three days of effort go to waste, but leaving empty-handed will also make us the laughingstock of other Sects and clans."

"You are all Golden Core Stage experts; why worry about not being able to defeat this fellow?"

They were all Cultivators from the Sacred Sea Pavilion who were nearly sixty years old. Although on Blue Star that would mean people in their fifties.

But in this world of immortal cultivation, where Lifespans can reach ten thousand years.

At this age, they could be said to be in the prime of their youth!

However, even so, after three days of fierce fighting.

They had not even seriously injured the Yao Beast, and everyone's spirits were already exhausted.

But seeing that their Senior Brother still maintained this attitude, no one dared to say much more.

Lan Qingfeng's expression was resolute.

This time, they, the Sacred Sea Pavilion, had entered the Core Zone under immense pressure.

If they didn't produce decent results, it would be as if they had come for nothing.

The Sacred Sea Pavilion could be considered a super-first-class Sect in the Eastern Continent.

He would never allow the spotlight of this Five Continents Prodigy Competition to be stolen by others.

Thinking of this, Lan Qingfeng summoned a deep blue Flying Sword.

"Sword Falling from the Nine Heavens!"

Swish!

The Flying Sword flew into the air and stabbed straight down toward the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile below.

Boom!

The Flying Sword landed on the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile in the swamp.

It kicked up clouds of mud!

At this moment, the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile was also shaken into opening its massive maw and letting out a frenzied roar.

Until, a few seconds later, it became completely still.

"Is it over?"

"That was Senior Brother's strongest move."

"No matter how strong this beast is, it probably couldn't withstand that."

However, just then, the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile suddenly lunged toward Lan Qingfeng.

Facing the bloody maw, Lan Qingfeng's expression changed drastically.

Damned beast.

It actually feigned death to trick him into lowering his guard.

Now, looking at this fellow's gaping mouth.

Lan Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat.

My life is over!

Yet, at that moment, a voice came from the distance.

"Amitabha!"

An old monk with a white beard appeared before everyone.

He pressed his palms together and spoke Sanskrit chants.

The originally violent Mystic Water Kui Crocodile actually stopped its movements at this moment.

The bloody maw was less than a meter away from Lan Qingfeng.

Lan Qingfeng could even smell the bloody stench from its mouth.

However, everyone was now looking at this monk who had suddenly appeared.

"Amitabha! All things have spirit. Since you attempted to hunt it on its own territory, how could it not resist with its life!"

The old monk originally had his palms together.

But now he extended one hand.

He slowly placed it on the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile.

"You are also a pitiful creature. Go back!"

The Mystic Water Kui Crocodile scrambled back into the swamp.

It held Lan Qingfeng and the others in contempt.

But the old monk before it was a master.

If it didn't want to die, it could only run.

Although Lan Qingfeng and the others were unwilling as they watched the Mystic Water Kui Crocodile escape, they were helpless.

One after another, they bowed to the old monk.

"Thank you for your help, Great Master. May we ask for your name so that we may repay you in the future?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! This old monk's Dharma name is Cidu! Greetings, benefactors!"