Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Only she knows how much her master has sacrificed to protect this land, and now, these Immortal Buddhas actually dare to think of destroying it!

"Rise, it's alright."

The Flame Giant indifferently glanced at the group of Immortal Buddhas, in his eyes, these people are just like when heaven and earth first opened, merely the lackeys managing the Lower Realm for the True Gods, and will not change now.

"Let the Future reveal himself to me."

A voice as deep and resonant as a great bell rolled forth.

Upon hearing this, the Immortal Buddhas exchanged looks, seeing the mockery in each other's eyes, then a Golden Immortal stood and replied, "Reporting to Ancestor God, we do not know where the Future Buddha is, but we follow the Imperial Edict of the Immortal Court, to rectify the chaos and maintain the order of heaven and earth. We do not know what Southern Sumeru has done to offend the Ancestor God, we only ask for your forgiveness for some time, the two sects will definitely give you an explanation."

Before the voice fell, another Great Freedom Bodhisattva rose, "Tribulation is fated by the heavens, we ask Ancestor God to show mercy and allow us to follow the heavenly will."

Who in the world best represents heaven in matters of tribulation?

It is naturally the nine Ancestor Gods responsible for the operation of heaven and earth, they are manifestations of the will of the Heavenly Dao.

These words seemed a bit humble, they were still acting on behalf of the True Gods.

"Nonsense!" Qinghua's expression changed drastically and was about to rebuke back; disturbing the Red Dust, devouring the Human World, how is this acting on behalf of heaven?

However, Qi Feng God grasped him firmly, breaking into a cold sweat.

Indeed, even though this kid is already a Third Grade Divine General of the Immortal Court, a disciple under the True God Sect, he still cannot comprehend the way the True Gods view things.

The True Gods do not interfere with the operations of the world, these people summon the Ancestor God merely to punish Southern Sumeru, because the monks dared to act against the True Gods, offending Divine Power, it was not to let the Ancestor God uphold justice for the Human World.

Qi Feng knew that this kid and that fierce figure behind him have countless connections with this Red Dust secular world, but there ought to be a method when acting; one could privately entrust someone to inform the Ancestor God of the stakes, borrow power discreetly, yet dare not exceed in this manner face-to-face.

Sure enough, the Flame Giant looked at that Great Freedom Bodhisattva, then suddenly sat cross-legged, amidst the deafening roar, his indifferent words sounded.

"Allow."

Such a simple word, yet it smashed the last sliver of hope in the hearts of Demon Slayer Bureau's people like a heavy hammer.

Yang Mingli's face was dark, faintly revealing a sense of impending doom.

Indeed, they say Immortals and Gods are inseparable, there are sect hierarchs behind the two sects, and Ancestor Gods behind the True Gods, but only in this vast Human World...

No one would care about the sentiments and fluctuations of a group of ants.

Upon receiving permission, the disciples of the two sects suddenly turned back, their faces revealing cold light, each Spiritual Treasure and Buddha Artifact hovered in the air, the sword light spread throughout the Azure Sky, the Bodhisattva Golden Body raised its giant foot, intending to crush the weak flesh ahead.

"Kill!"

Seeing no more room for negotiation, the three Generals of Southern Defense erupted with their last roar, the Titled Generals summoned their feeble Tribulation Power.

Yet at that moment, the sword light vanished, the foot of the Golden Body Dharma Identity returned to its place, all the Spiritual Treasures and Buddha Artifacts were stuck dazed in the air.

Under the bewildered gaze of everyone, even including the Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal and many other Immortals, all showed astonishment, the Great Freedom Bodhisattva and those monks whose veins flowed with the Golden River, revealed an instinctive horror, as if witnessing a fearsome creature that preys on men.

Yan Lanting and Feng Yang, from the Generals of Southern Defense to ordinary Demon Slayers, all turned their heads following the gaze of the countless Immortal Buddhas in the sky.

"..."

On the slightly dilapidated walls of Jianyang Prefecture, a youth leaned casually, hair bound with a golden hairpin, his Xuan Shang fluttering, like a long sunset in the sky.

He lazily glanced ahead.

Thus, the Immortals halted, the Bodhisattvas trembled.

Daring to use rhetoric in front of the Ancestor God, the Golden Immortal and the Great Freedom Bodhisattva, these figures existing in legends, at this moment all consciously shut their mouths, as if with this youth unmoving, all things in this world could only fall silent.