I became a saint in the game

"boom!"

The fat monk held the Zen stick and paused heavily.

The ground suddenly cracked, and began to spread in all directions with the monk as the center.

At the same time, the Arhat behind him also took action, raising his six arms high, and then suddenly shooting the Buddhist weapon in his hand at Chen Shicheng.

"careful."

Whale Luo, who was some distance away from the battlefield, had a drastic change of expression. He wanted to help resist, but as soon as the flying sword behind him was shot out, he felt the terrifying pressure. He looked up in disbelief, looking at the Buddhist weapon that seemed to have fallen from the sky and turned into a golden stream of light.

The power has increased!
Jing Luo was worried and quickly put in more effort. The six flying swords were aimed at the six Buddhist weapons falling from the sky at the first moment, carrying all his true energy.

But everything was in vain. The flying sword was completely shattered by the aftermath before it even got close to the Buddhist weapon. The flying sword that was connected to his mind was destroyed. Jing Luo's face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking.

"Are you OK?"

Turgenev and other players quickly supported Whale Fall.

"Don't worry about me, help Boss Rat!" Jingluo pushed everyone away and shouted anxiously.

Turgenev finally reacted and hurriedly prepared his most powerful skill. He looked towards the battlefield, but when he raised his head, his face was stunned for a moment. "The Rat has taken action!"

"what?"

"This is."

"Oh my God!"

The other players also turned their heads suddenly to look, and after a moment of stunned silence, their pupils either contracted, their hearts beat wildly, or their scalps went numb, all of them were shocked in place.

Just like what Turgenev said, Chen Shicheng did take action. This may not be accurate, but it should be said that he was outstanding.

Unlike before when he had no power to fight back, this time Chen Shicheng just raised his head slightly and aimed his eyes at the six attacks flying towards him. Then six white immortal-slaying sword intentions appeared in the air and met them.

It's the sword intent, not the sword force!
Sacred, defense-breaking, fatal, sharp. Countless concepts are condensed on it. It is mysterious and transcendent, and at the same time has a power that no one can question.

The effect of the attack was also beyond expectations. They were clearly six Buddhist artifacts condensed from true essence, which would explode as long as they came into contact. However, under the slashing blow of the Immortal-Slaying Sword, they were actually destroyed from the root like real objects, and dissipated into two parts, gradually disappearing into the air.

The fat monk's pupils suddenly contracted, his scalp went numb, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. "This is impossible. How could a skill that has already been formed be..."

He touched the back of his neck tremblingly. Just after taking a look, he felt his soul trembling, as if there was a guillotine hanging over his head, which could fall at any time.

"No, it's impossible, it's just a golden elixir."

The fat monk went completely crazy and raised his hands to slap the acupuncture points on his body several times.

"puff!"

As a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, the monk's momentum suddenly soared, and the Arhat behind him also rose up, and his might became stronger, spreading out in all directions. The players in the distance were oppressed by the tyrannical might and could not even stand up straight.

The one who felt it most deeply was Chen Shicheng who faced the fat monk directly. The one-time Immortal-Slaying Formation gave him unparalleled attack power, but unfortunately he did not achieve any improvement in his own realm.

Even with the 40% attributes added by his own formation skills, it is still in the Jindan stage. Compared with the Dharma Realm, it can only be said that there is a world of difference.

Moreover, the fat monk on the opposite side did not only increase his strength through self-harming skills. The Arhat behind him was originally shining with Buddha's light and was full of righteousness. However, after he saw that he destroyed the attack with just one glance, the edge of the Buddha's light turned black.

A strange aura quietly rose up, and Chen Shicheng only took a glance at it, and a crazy desire to kill everything surged in his heart.

Is this obsession?

Buddhist disciples love to be possessed by demons!
Darkness is ten times stronger, whitening will ruin your life!
Thinking of this, Chen Shicheng was startled. He stopped delaying and something immediately happened.

The white light above his head, which had been unresponsive, suddenly moved. The eyes and eyebrows at the top opened, and the next second it appeared above the fat monk, and a hazy white light shot towards his Niwan Palace.

In an instant, the fat monk with a distorted face who was about to be possessed by a demon froze in place. Arhats, demonic energy, and true essence, all of them had nothing to do with him anymore.

Just like an attack formed by the gathering of true essence, everything that belonged to him was "cut off" from the root and had nothing to do with him anymore.

But the problem is, all this is just the beginning. The Flying Sword that was so famous in ancient times above his head is still continuing its destructive power, as if it is expanding endlessly, just for those words that have not been heard for countless years.

"Impossible, this is impossible, my cultivation, my true energy, move, move everything!"

The fat monk looked back at the Arhat who was gradually disappearing, raised his hands tremblingly, and kept groping his body, as if he could find the strength to stop responding to him.

Suddenly, he paused, a memory flashing through his mind.

That was an ancient secret told to him by his master when he was very young. There was a god who participated in the war between immortals and gods. Although he only appeared a few times, every time an ancient god fell at his hands.

No matter whether it was the immortal celestial being who lived as long as the sky, or the Daluo who had an immortal spiritual light and united all the worlds, they all ended up with their souls torn to pieces in his hands.

"It is the inheritance of Lu Ya Tianzun. This is impossible. Except for the gods in heaven who are famous in the Conferred God List, the rest of the ancient gods have had their Tao fruits shattered and their souls destroyed. It is impossible for them to have any inheritance. That's right, the people who are returning home are the demons from the outer world."

"Hmm? Only the immortals on the Conferred God List have this inheritance?"

Hearing this, Chen Shicheng was stunned, and secretly took note of the fat monk's words, "It doesn't matter whether it's a demon or not. What's the point of you saying this when you're about to die?"

"dead?"

The fat monk's eyes suddenly trembled. He had been a little crazy, but he calmed down instantly. Then he turned around and stumbled out of the formation. "I can't die. I want to spread this news. The inheritance of the throne is not limited. Sects don't need to fight for the only chance."

"."

Chen Shicheng blinked. This monk knew a lot and revealed another secret of the indigenous people.

Based on what he said, it seems that we can infer that the sects in the game are all inherited from the gods in heaven, and there is only one throne, which needs to be fought for by everyone in the sect. Is it so competitive?
So, should we kill this monk now? It seems that we can squeeze more secrets out of him. (End of this chapter)