Chapter 335 Godly Name, Beidou (2/2)

This aghast and horrifying force was enough to destroy a ten thousand feet mountain and crush it to dust.

The earth shaking fluctuation of the Qi of vitality at this moment caused the living beings in a hundred mile radius to quiver and it filled their heart with fear.

In the midst of the ear piercing radiant brilliance, a groaning of the sword resounded slowly like wisps.

The wheel of light that was like the millstone of the universe was grinding against Chen Beidou's tiny body.

He resisted the wheel with his long sword as his body could not stop going backwards. It was only until a good few miles that only could he slowly halted. While this happened, it was unknown just how many times the sword aura from the long sword attacked the Wheel of Disengagement.

This horrifying power spread open like the willful wide ocean.

Mister Sea, ultimately, still had feelings for the Jinguang Temple. The limitless light of water held up against the scattered energy.

As for that Wheel of Disengagement, it was annihilated by Chen Beidou's sword aura after a short moment.

That person proudly erected himself in midair, the universe was filled with moonlight once more and Baoyue the Venerable was nowhere to be seen anymore. Only a small scrap of his monk robes floated about in midair, like a butterfly dancing in the night sky.

Finally, it exploded abruptly and was turned to scattering dust.

Chen Beidou left a remark, ”Remarkable monk.”

The long sword returned to the sheath loudly and clearly. In midair, Chen Beiydou began shrinking into an inch and vanished within the blink of an eye, as though he was disdained to fight against Mister Sea and even refused to deal with the monks of Jinguang Temple.

Mister Sea was at a lost in midair when Baoyue's voice rang in his ear, ”Fahai, this Jinguang Temple is yours now.”

The old monk had given him the name, Fahai, meaning that his mana was boundless and it could split the sea and mountains. Nonetheless, compared to Chen Beidou, there was still a big gap to be filled.

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The Five Iridescent Clouds beneath Shen Lian's feet extended and picked up the woman onto it. The heavenly wind brushed through her tousled hair. It could be seen that she was rushing the whole time and it was indeed taxing. As for the flowing tears from her eyes despite her exhausted looks meant that she was really worried about her master.

Shen Lian was not fazed and he asked calmly, ”Your master is Chen Jianmei?”

The young woman nodded. An extremely gentle mana followed and made her stood up naturally. At the same time, this abundant and mellow mana infused into/with her body. The exhaustion from the days of rushing through was eliminated entirely and there was an unspeakable energy flooding her entire body.

Because of the thought of her master, Chen Jianmei's, serious injuries, she did not dwell in this feeling but began, ”I, Fang Yanying, am my Master's disciple. Ten days ago, my Master was injured fatally by someone at the Temple of Killings. In one night, he vomited blood a few times and could not get out from his bed. With his senior cultivation experience, he actually could not stop vomiting blood. We saw that we were helpless and so I made this bold move to personally steer the sword gleam and come looking for you, Uncle-Master.”

Shen Lian thought to himself, ”The Temple of Killings is also considered a spinoff of Qing Xuan. Even though this child has not formally enter the sect, but Senior Brother Chen always had a high scope. Since he has recruited her as his disciples, chances are that he would also bring her back here. Or else, how would a kid like her know the whereabouts of Qing Xuan. Nonetheless, Senior Brother Chen is injured and I'm afraid I have to immediately reach him.”

His thought stopped right here and then he said, ”You came here from thousands of miles and by right, I should let you rest but since Senior Brother Chen is injured, we have to immediately depart to the Temple of Killings. For you to be able to reach here in ten days, I could see that you've used Senior Brother Chen's secret sword talisman. Give to me, I'll re-cultivate ceremonially for you.”

Fan Yanying was filled with respect for this Uncle-Master Chief. He truly was an intelligent and wise man.

She hurriedly handed the sword talisman over and Shen Lian took it and put it into his sleeves. He then said, ”We're leaving now. Be careful.”

Fang Yanying only felt dizzy as clouds surrounded her.