Chapter 3: The Devil of Zen

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  Almost a hundred disciples were stunned on the spot, their faces filled with stupidity. The sect collapsed? The ancient sect's stone gate collapsed?

  Their eyes were still fixed on the spot, motionless and speechless. Baixian'er was anxiously watching Mantian, the sect had collapsed because of Mantian, and Mantian would inevitably be punished by the ancient sect... If so... Mantian might be expelled from the sect, which was unimaginable for Baixian'er.

  "Life is like Zen, a thought is Zen, a thought becomes magic! Young one, truly experience the subtlety of 'Zen'!" The "Zen" character that had been condensed in his palm slowly merged into his skin, and a weathered phrase echoed in Mo Tian's mind.

  In an instant, Mo Tian sank into a kind of profound mystery, he involuntarily sat cross-legged, carefully feeling this mysterious aura.

  "How could this be?" Buried in it for a short time, the heart of the barbarian Tian suddenly became fearful, and he found that while experiencing this mysterious aura, his mood had changed strangely!

  At one moment, the ancient well was still and calm, like an old monk in meditation. At another moment, a fierce intent surged forth, as if he wanted to conquer all under heaven! These two extremes caused the Barbarian Heaven's body to shine with great radiance at times, and then return to its original state, causing the surrounding disciples to be shocked and full of doubts.

  "What has this savage actually gained? Why does he sometimes give me a sense of unfathomable depth, and other times make my heart feel cold, the bloodthirsty killing intent he emits is too terrifying."

  "What a shocking aura!! This person probably obtained an unorthodox inheritance from their sect!"

  "What does this sect standing here imply? What virtues and abilities does this child possess?"

  The heavy discussions among the disciples started, and the collapse of the sect had quickly spread throughout the entire sect. In less than half an hour, the sect was packed with people, and all the disciples from various branches of the ancient sect came to look at Man Tian in disbelief! They felt that the killing intent and bloodthirsty aura emanating from Man Tian's body were getting stronger and stronger, this killing intent was comparable to that of the demon king who was born to kill. Some disciples couldn't bear this killing intent and retreated one after another. And within ten meters of Man Tian's body, no one dared to approach.

  When this killing intent reached its extreme, it transformed into a strand of dark magic that wrapped around Mantian's entire body. The disciples around him were also affected by his killing intent and unknowingly harbored intense killing intent in their hearts.

  At this time, Man Tian has become a demon in the world!

  "Heavens! Such a murderous aura, absolutely cannot let this child grow up in this space, otherwise, one day, the southern barbarians will surely stir up a bloody storm!"

  "Stop him!! A person like this shouldn't exist in this world!"

  "I'm sure that if this person continues to grow, one day, the corpses of those who die at his hands will pile up like mountains!"

  Many disciples were filled with righteous indignation, and some even drew their blades, intending to kill Mo Tian on the spot.

  But just at this moment! The demonic aura that permeated the entire body of Man Tian instantly merged into his body, and the fierce killing intent disappeared without a trace, giving people a sense of illusion, as if the killing intent was not emitted by Man Tian.

  "This..." All the disciples were stunned, they suddenly felt that the brutal Tian in front of them had given them another unfathomable and profound, immortal wind and Taoist bone.

  "How can this be? How can one person have such an extreme aura?"

  As the profound and mysterious feeling grew thicker, a white, ethereal energy suddenly materialized into strands that swirled around Mo Tian's body, just like the demonic energy before. This bizarre phenomenon stunned those who were about to strike down Mo Tian, for at this moment, he seemed like an immortal sage who had attained enlightenment, radiating endless elegance and harmony. Under the influence of this aura, the disciples who had originally intended to kill him found their minds calming like still water, as if they had been baptized by the celestial energy.

  For a moment, the thousands of people gathered at the sect's gate were silent as cicadas in winter, their eyes fixed on the barbarian sitting cross-legged beside a pile of rocks, his expression shocked and uncertain.

  If it were said that the killing intent previously emitted by Mo Tian made them fearful and want to kill him on the spot, then the peaceful intention currently emitted by Mo Tian gave them a glimpse of a transcendent being who had seen through the vicissitudes of life, filling their hearts with reverence.

  "Ahh!" A low, stern voice suddenly rang out, startling all the disciples who were immersed in shock and doubt. They only saw Pu Yun striding towards Man Tian, his face extremely furious.

  Pu Yun didn't expect that the old man with the surname Qin would let him take care of Man Tian and others, but he didn't think that Man Tian would cause such a big disturbance, actually causing the sect to collapse! This sect has been in existence since ancient times when the sect was first established, it is a symbol of the ancient sect and also the oldest thing in the ancient sect! Moreover, the collapse of a sect means bad luck! Such a disaster made Pu Yun furious, disregarding the thousands of disciples, he actually wanted to behead Man Tian on the spot.

  Bai Xian'er, immersed in shock, sensed Pu Yun's intention. Her face turned pale and she shouted loudly: "Don't!"

  Furious Pu Yun, where did he hear the scolding voice of Bai Xian'er? Even if he heard it, he wouldn't care. His entire body shone with a silver-white light, and his right hand slapped towards the head of Man Tian.

  Everyone held their breath, and if nothing unexpected happened, the barbarian's skull would inevitably burst! But just as this palm was about to touch the barbarian's skull, a hand suddenly grabbed Pu Yun's right hand, causing Pu Yun's hand to freeze in mid-air, unable to fall.

  This hand is indeed the hand of the barbarian king who sits on a platter!

  At this moment, Man Tian slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Pu Yun with a peaceful expression, but it made Pu Yun's whole body tremble.

  At this moment, Pu Yun almost had a sense of kneeling down and surrendering!!

  What kind of eyes are these? Jet-black and clear, yet as vast and profound as the starry sky, their calm gaze is like an ancient well without ripples, seeing through the vicissitudes of life! Pu Yun couldn't detect any fluctuations in Mo Tian's eyes, no joy or sorrow, but it was enough to evoke a sense of terror in his heart, causing his body to tremble. He stared blankly at Mo Tian's eyes, momentarily forgetting the purpose of his approach!

  Gradually, Pu Yun's body stopped trembling, the anger, murderous intent and all negative emotions in his heart disappeared, replaced by a sense of emptiness!

  "Back off!" The fierce Tian loosened his grip, his lips slightly opening in a calm tone, and then he closed his eyes again.

  Pu Yun stood there in a daze, with the majestic and desolate words of Man Tian echoing in his ears. After struggling for a while, he finally retreated slowly with a devout expression.

  Witnessing this scene, the disciples were stunned and speechless once again.

  What's going on? Why did Pu Yun inexplicably listen to this kid and actually back down?

  Pu Yun took a few steps back, and suddenly stopped again. The immortal aura that was emanating from his body gradually dissipated, and the profound and mysterious feeling also disappeared, returning to normal.

  Pu Yun's solemn expression vanished in an instant, and as he gazed at the ruined sect, the flames of anger reignited within his heart. He looked at Mo Tian with a mixture of shock and uncertainty, his eyes flashing with a fierce glint. This time, however, he drew out a silver-white long spear, upon which a dragon-snake was coiled, an extraordinary sight to behold.

  Silver gun burst brilliant silver mang, breaking through the void and stabbing towards the seated Mo Tian.

  A wisp of demonic energy spread from the body of Mo Tian. In the instant that the silver spear pierced through the air, Mo Tian's right hand moved and his index and middle fingers actually pinched the spear, which was as swift as a storm. Pu Yun's entire body surged with strength, wanting to use force to stab downwards, but he discovered that the silver spear being pinched by Mo Tian was like stabbing into a great mountain, unable to budge in the slightest for the time being.

  The barbarian opened his eyes again, and this time, Pu Yun stood on the spot in shock, with fear rising on his face.

  What kind of eyes are these again?

  In his eyes, a demonic aura surged to the heavens, an endless bloodthirsty intent permeated, and being enveloped by this gaze, Pu Yun's entire body couldn't help but tremble. If it were before, Mo Tian gave him was profound and unfathomable, but at this moment, he seemed to be facing an ancient demon king, a mortal crisis that made him almost smell the breath of death.

  "You're going to die!" A voice like a demon from the nine hells came out of Mo Tian's mouth, and the demonic energy that burst forth was so intense that it formed an invisible black giant hammer in mid-air, smashing towards Pu Yun!

  Let's pray for Ya'an together.

  PS: Zen can also be called Buddha, but there is a slight difference. This is the Chan in the heart of Hanlin, just like Buddha, one thought is Zen, and one year becomes a demon! The sequel is more wonderful, brothers who like it, please collect it.