Life span plundered, I became a detective and achieved immortality

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist chant resounded throughout Qingluan Peak.

The next second...

Endless golden light descended from the sky and enveloped the entire top of Qingluan Peak.

A giant Buddha appeared in everyone's sight like a mirage. It was more than a hundred feet tall, and all over its body was shining with golden light, like a mountain, towering from heaven to earth. In an instant, its terrifying pressure, which was a hundred or a thousand times more terrifying than that of a ninth-rank grandmaster, swept across the world.

"Respectfully welcome Uncle Master Juexin!"

Zen Master Xuan Jing kowtowed respectfully. Knowing that there might be a real person protecting Su Mo, how could Lingtuo Temple not be prepared? In addition to Zen Master Xuan Jing, who was a ninth-rank grandmaster in the open, there was also Arhat Juexin hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to act.

"This battle still has suspense!"

Taoist Priest Jing'an and other great masters on the side felt a sense of tension in their hearts. Although the one who came was not the strongest Yuanguan Arhat from Lingtuo Temple, this Juexin Arhat was equally strong. He broke through to the level of Arhat five hundred years ago. After five hundred years of hard training, even if he did not break through to the level of second-grade Arhat, he would not be much different.

What will follow is bound to be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

Suddenly, the eyes of Taoist Jing'an and others began to become burning. Even though they were grand masters, they had only seen a few battles in the real realm.

Especially Taoist Jing'an, he has successfully opened up thirteen hidden meridians and is just one step away from reaching the realm of true person.

If he could gain some insights from this battle, it might be the opportunity for him to break through.

On the other side, among the three high-level demon commanders, Prince Qingge's frown relaxed. Since the Arhat Juexin of Lingtuo Temple showed up first, he didn't need to expose his back-up plan in a hurry. He let the Arhat Juexin take the lead and test the background of the protector beside Su Mo.

"Stop playing tricks, Uncle Chen, catch this bald donkey for me." Su Mo frowned and gave the order. He was just a first-rank arhat, with little ability, but he was so arrogant. If you didn't know, you would think it was a Buddha from their Buddhist sect.

"This...did I hear it right?"

The crowd and the demons were stunned. Relying on the protection of the real people, Su Mo didn't take them, the grand masters and high-level demon commanders, seriously. But the Buddhist Arhats were comparable to the real people of martial arts. How dare he be so arrogant?

"Yes, son!"

Lingxu responded respectfully, then took a step forward and shouted coldly, "Bald donkey, get off my feet!"

The sound was like thunder and like a heavy hammer, hitting the soul of the Awakened Arhat heavily.

"Ah... no..."

With a shrill howl, the hundred-foot-tall Buddha in the sky collapsed directly. An old monk, who was nearly a meter tall and wearing a yellow cassock, fell from the sky like a bird hit by an arrow, and hit the top of the mountain heavily, creating a huge human-shaped pit. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

"Ah...Uncle Juexin..."

"This... is this really the Arhat Juexin of Lingtuo Temple?" Taoist Jing'an and others were stunned. They looked dazed, as if they were dreaming. They were supposed to be fighting between dragons and tigers, but this is the result?

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Qingluan Peak, a hundred miles away, on top of a mountain.

A middle-aged man in white with dragon horns on his head had a look of fear on his face, which was really frightening. Fortunately, it was the bald donkey Juexin who took the first step, otherwise, he might have been the one to get into trouble.

Just with that one cold shout, the bald monk Juexin was in a state of uncertainty about his life or death. This kind of power was definitely not something that a low-level immortal could possess. A fourth-grade immortal, this black-robed immortal must be at least a fourth-grade immortal.

What’s even more terrifying is that such a powerful person is just a lowly servant.

This time, Brother Wang has caused a big trouble for our Qingshui Lake lineage.

Even some eighth-rank immortals may not have the qualifications to make a fourth-rank immortal bow down and serve as a slave.

The strong will naturally be proud of themselves!

"No, we can't stay here for long."

Soon, the middle-aged man in white reacted and realized that now was not the time to think about these things. The most important thing was to save his own life first.

Slip away, slip away. As for his nephew Qingge, he couldn't care less about him. He just wished himself the best.

"Old Loach, now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave!" A slightly playful voice floated from the air.

"not good......"

The middle-aged man in white felt a tremor in his heart, and an extremely ominous omen enveloped his whole body.

Just when he was about to mobilize the dragon power to escape, he despaired that at some point, all the strength in his body had been completely sealed.

"Damn it, I still underestimated him. He is definitely more than a fourth-rank immortal!"

To be able to imprison him without anyone noticing even though he was hundreds of miles away, this power must be that of a fifth-grade immortal.

"Brother Wang, oh brother Wang, I'm really going to die this time because of you!"

"Come here to me!"

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the middle-aged man in white fell heavily at Su Mo's feet.

It awakened the people and monsters who were still in a daze.

"Ah... Uncle Seven..."

Prince Qingge looked at the middle-aged man in white and cried out in shock. He almost lost his balance. Endless fear swallowed his soul like a rolling tide.

His Seventh Uncle was his support, and now he was captured alive. What would this Su Mo kid do to him next?

"Prince Qingge's seventh uncle? Who is this, the Dragon King of Qingyang River? Hiss... this person is a second-grade true demon, but he was captured alive so easily by that person. What... what is the level of cultivation of this person?"

"And who is this Su Mo? How can he command such a strong man as his servant?"

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"Uncle Chen, send Xuan Jing and those bastards on their way."

"No, Master Su misunderstood. I, Tiger King Territory, have absolutely no intention of becoming an enemy of Master Su."

"Yes, it's the same in Lion King Mountain. Please understand, Master Su."

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The two high-ranking demon commanders, Tiger King and Lion King, spoke up hurriedly, asking, "Is there any justice or law in this world?"

I was just escorting the genius of my clan into the Qingluan Secret Realm. Who did I offend? Why did I risk my life?

Unfortunately, Su Mo was not moved at all. Su Mo always kept his word. He said he would send them on the road together, and he would never go back on his word.

What's more, Tiger King Territory and Lion King Mountain are two of the three major mountains in the demon world of Qingluan Mansion. They will confront them sooner or later. Now it's just a little earlier.

"boom!"

Lingxu Huanshen waved his hand, and the monk and three demons fell to the ground like mud, without any sound.

"Whoosh..."

With a casual move, the Sumeru bag of Juexin Arhat fell into the hands of Lingxuhuan.

As expected of a Buddhist Arhat, this Sumeru bag is far beyond the reach of those ninth-rank grandmasters. Its internal space is over 10,000 cubic meters.

Moreover, his family wealth is far greater than that of a ninth-rank grandmaster, and he even has more than ten precious medicinal herbs.

With a thought, Lingxu's illusory body put the bodies of Prince Qingge and other three high-level demon generals into the Sumeru bag.

It is shameful to waste. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Even if he cannot use it himself, he can still use it to train his demon-suppressing guards.

The next second...

Su Mo turned around and said to Xiahou Ba who was still in a daze, "Master Xiahou, I have something to do and will not go back to the city with you."

After saying this, without waiting for Xiahou Ba to reply, Lingxu Huanshen waved his hand, and a auspicious cloud rose under their feet, carrying the unconscious Arhat Juexin and the Qingyang River Dragon King, and flew away.

"A Buddhist arhat and a second-grade true demon of the Jiaolong clan should know a lot about the details of Buddhism and the dragon clan."

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