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Seeing Zhao Mingzhe's eyes and the spear in his hand turning blood-red, Wu Xin frowned and shouted:

"Buddhist disciple, exterminating evil is necessary. The staff follows your heart. Demon Slaying Illusion Formation, rise!"

In response to the shout, the eighteen rod cultivators quickly spun around Zhao Mingzhe. At the same time, the staves in their hands kept changing hands, and between each of them, they would even switch back and forth!

From afar, the afterimages of countless long rods danced, forming the shape of a bell as they flew towards Zhao Mingzhe.

At this time, sounds of "Kill, Kill, Kill" continuously resounded in Zhao Mingzhe's mind. The hostility in his heart had long since broke through the horizon.

In mid-air, the number of lances constantly flashing out was exactly thirty-six!

The blood-red spear let out a shrill hum, and among the 36 spear flowers, the phoenix shadow filled with hostility once again appeared.

As if a phoenix cry filled with killing intent rang out, Zhao Mingzhe couldn't help but let out a shout:

"Break!"

With a shout, the phantom image of the phoenix, carrying the splendor of a spear, instantly collided with the stave cultivator's staff.

Countless cracking sounds came one after another. These specially made long rods that were harder than darksteel instantly began to shatter after being struck by the spear.

Violent gusts of air spread out in all directions, and the illusionary staff directly shattered into pieces in the shape of a bell.

In the midst of their screams, the 18 monks all backed up. Two of the cultivators backed up slowly as they were hit in the chest by the lance and bleeding profusely.

At this time, Zhao Mingzhe could no longer tell if he was controlling the long spear, or the long spear was controlling him!

A long, mournful howl uncontrollably came out of Zhao Mingzhe's mouth, and then, the long spear in his hands, stabbed into the ground in an instant.

Borrowing the power of the earth and the overflowing hostility in his heart, the move of Hidden Dragon Subduing Tiger was actually forcefully used by Zhao Mingzhe, who was already at the edge of an Fallen Devil.

On the stone steps, the 10,000 jin boulders were like paper. They were lifted up by the long spear and thrown forward!

A surprised expression appeared on Wu Xin's face as he shouted.

"Let's avoid the tip of the blade for now!"

The staves in the hands of the monk had long been shattered by Zhao Mingzhe. When they heard the voice of Enlightened Mind, they all began to retreat.

However, the spear in Zhao Mingzhe's hands carried an imposing manner that shot into the sky. Under the ground, it was like a shadow following one's body, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment!

Zhao Mingzhe felt that his chest was already filled with Evil Qi, the only thing left in his mind was to kill everyone. At that moment, the sound of "Amitabha" slowly came.

This voice was like the chanting of a buddhist chant, instantly assaulting Zhao Mingzhe's heart.

A faint clarity appeared in his mind. Zhao Mingzhe suddenly thought about it, Qian Changfeng and Enlightened Mind had indeed gone too far, but these pole cultivators were all innocent. If he tried to kill them, wouldn't that mean he had recklessly killed them?

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingzhe tried his best to retract the spear, but he realised that the hand holding the spear was no longer under his control. The Raging Dragon Goes to Sea, still carrying an earth-shattering momentum, dashed forward at high speed.

Those pole cultivators all had shocked expressions on their faces. At this moment, another "Amitabha" rang out, this voice seemed to contain a wave of righteous energy, which neutralized a portion of the evil energy in Zhao Mingzhe's heart.

Zhao Mingzhe roared towards the sky, his left hand suddenly pulling towards the right hand that held the spear as he ruthlessly bit the tip of his tongue. Amidst the sharp pain, Zhao Mingzhe's mind regained a little bit of clarity.

At this time, an old monk with a white beard and hair was already blocking the path of the spear, but with his hands clasped together, he did not have any intention of attacking Zhao Mingzhe.

The old monk had a look of compassion on his face as he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Amitabha!"

The third time Zhao Mingzhe heard it, it was like a deafening sound that resonated throughout the world. The buzzing in his mind gradually disappeared, and Zhao Mingzhe roared towards the sky once again. He exerted more strength in his legs, and as if braking speed, his feet drew a long line on the hard stone steps.

His left hand abruptly grabbed the right hand holding the gun. The blood-red spear tip finally stopped when it was still a finger away from the old monk.

Following that, Zhao Mingzhe felt an oppressive feeling in his heart as the spear in his hand became heavier and heavier.

Zhao Mingzhe frowned, but just as he was about to speak, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The old monk in front of him stepped forward. Before Zhao Mingzhe could see clearly, the old monk had already held onto Zhao Mingzhe's arm.

"Keep your mind empty, meditate to heal your injuries, and use your Essence to suppress the hostility in your heart."

Frowning, Zhao Mingzhe subconsciously said:

"My heart meridian has been damaged and demons have been born in my heart. Once the Essence Qi has surged, I will not be able to suppress the hostility in my heart …"

"Don't worry, this old monk is here!"

He didn't know why, but when Zhao Mingzhe saw the kind-looking old monk in front of him, an instinctive feeling of trust arose in his heart. Feeling the evil energy explode in his body, Zhao Mingzhe did not hesitate any longer and closed his eyes to meditate.

The old monk put his hands together and slowly said:

"Amitabha." If I smell it, for a time, Buddha in the god tree of the Shuwei Kingdom for a lonely garden, with the Dabi Hill thousands of two hundred and fifty people. "Then, when the Ancestor was eating, he would take care of his clothes and enter the Acropolis City …"

As Zhao Mingzhe listened to the buddhist scriptures that were close to him, it was as if a bizarre space appeared in his mind. The Essence in his body started to gather, and every time the evil Qi seemed to surpass its endurance limit, the old monk would always say, "Amitabha", and the buddhist scriptures that the old monk mentioned never stopped.

Gradually, Zhao Mingzhe's heart calmed down, the blood-red in his eyes faded, and the Buddhist scripture that the old monk was reciting also stopped.

"Amitabha, may I ask what your name is?"

Zhao Mingzhe opened his eyes with a respectful expression on his face.

"Disciple Zhao Mingzhe, thank you master for helping me get rid of this inner demon."

The old monk shook his head and sighed.

"Your inner demons have been formed and have fallen into the path of demons. How can it be so easy to exorcise them in just a short amount of time?" This old monk has only temporarily suppressed the hostility in your heart. If you have the time, you can follow me inside and discuss it. Perhaps, after knowing the origins of your inner demon, this old monk can borrow the Five Fingers Peak's righteous aura to give you some help in exterminating it. "

Zhao Mingzhe's heart stirred. Before he could even reply, Wu Xin had already walked over and said to the old monk:

"Senior Master Xuan Tong, not only did Zhao Mingzhe injure my sect's common disciple, Qian Changfeng, he also wanted to borrow the power of the Fallen Devil, to kill my sect's stave monk. If he was allowed to safely enter the sect, outsiders would think that there was no one in North Zen, and would get beaten up by him."

Just as he finished speaking, Qian Changfeng held onto his chest and said with a pale face,

"Zhao Mingzhe has an arrogant attitude, insulting his disciple, this kind of person..."

With cold eyes, Zhao Mingzhe interrupted Qian Changfeng.

"I don't know when I insulted you!"

"What, you dare not accept the honor? You clearly said that my dog eyes looked down on people. Could it be that this is not considered an insult? "

"I did say that. But how can calling you a dog be considered a scolding? Between humans and dogs, there is never a difference between high and low. Qian Zhangfeng, you are not necessarily more noble than a dog, and calling you a dog is not considered scolding you. However, if the dog feels unhappy, then just pretend that I didn't say anything just now! "

Qian Changfeng's face was slightly pale as he coldly shouted:

"You, you, you are forcing logic …"

Qian Changfeng had not finished speaking when Xuan Tong opened his mouth and said:

"Amitabha, this old monk actually saw what happened just now. Everything has its cause and results, even if little Benefactor Ming Zhe acts, it cannot all be blamed on him." Moreover, it was never right to be burdened by a false reputation of being a Buddha. If an outsider said that there was no one in the North Zen, then it would be left to the outsider himself. This matter shall end here. Young Benefactor Ming Zhe, it's better if you come with this old monk. "

Just as Xuan Tong finished speaking, Wu Xin frowned and continued:

"Wait a minute, Junior Master Xuan Tong, have you forgotten the rule that the host has said that those with inner demons cannot step foot into the sect. Now, Zhao Mingzhe's heart demon has formed, if he enters the temple, wouldn't that mean that the rules set down by the patriarch will be broken? Disciple, as a guest elder, even if blood were to splash everywhere, he would not be able to let Zhao Mingzhe enter the North Zen! "

Zhao Mingzhe frowned his eyebrows, and thought in his heart, the host that Wu Xin spoke of, was equivalent to the sect master of the North Zen. Since he set such a strange rule, then entering the North Zen to exorcise the inner demons was not something that could be done …