Chapter 1635: Ninth floor

About five minutes later, everyone found the entrance to the seventh-story stupa.
There was nothing to search on the sixth floor, and everyone entered the seventh floor of the pagoda for the first time.
What makes them a little dumbfounded is that the seventh floor is just an empty space, with nothing but a few futons and a few scriptures on the ground.
"Go to the eighth floor!"
Without hesitation, the group went straight to the eighth floor.
When everyone came to the eighth floor, everyone was dumbfounded again, because the eighth floor is the same as the seventh floor, except for a few shabby and shabby scriptures scattered on the ground, but also some decayed daily necessities, except In addition, there was nothing in the entire eighth layer of space.
The people of the three major sects and a group of casual cultivators looked a little ugly. They tried their best to come to this pagoda to hunt for treasure, but they did not expect that the seventh and eighth floors of the pagoda that they had high hopes for were actually Nothing at all.
With great loss, everyone went to the last floor of the pagoda, the ninth floor.
When everyone stepped on the ninth floor of the pagoda, everyone's eyes widened, and their eyes were full of shock.
In the eyes, a golden light, sandalwood gurgling, and Buddhist sounds are endless. The front of the line of sight is a golden high platform. On the high platform, there are four golden arhats on the left and right. The golden arhats look lifelike and are on their chests. , There is a golden light flashing.
"Venerable, how do these golden arhats wear so much like the ascetics we saw on the sixth floor?"
Master Yimei looked at the eight golden arhats in front of him, with a look of doubt in his eyes.
The Tianxin Buddha did not speak, but stared at the eight golden arhats before him. It took a long time before he took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "Yes, they are ascetic monks."
Ascetics, wearing torn shoes and old clothes, holding a three-pronged staff, the eight golden arhats in front of them are exactly the same as the ascetics they met before.
In the center of the eight golden arhats, on a slightly higher Buddha stand, sits cross-legged, a thin, wrinkled golden old man with a golden body in his left hand and a scripture book in his right hand. The eyes are drooping, and his eyes are fixed on the scriptures, as if reading the scriptures on the scriptures.
A piece of his abdomen was free, and there, an object the size of a baby's fist was shining brightly, if it was a bright moon.
"Relic!"
Seeing the divine object with golden light radiating from the abdomen of the old man, everyone's eyes widened, and that was the most dazzling relic in the ninth-story stupa space they saw outside the stupa!
grab!
This was the first reaction in everyone's minds. The disciples of the three major sects and the scattered monks all rushed to the high platform with a crazy look.
They were very fast, for fear that the treasure would be stolen by others, almost instantly, seven or eight monks rushed to the high platform. They frantically stretched out their greedy hands to the golden old man, aiming directly at the old man’s abdomen. Of relics.
Shoo!
Just as their hands were about to approach the old man’s body, behind the old man, dozens of dark arrows emitting dim light suddenly appeared on the wall of the pagoda. The dark arrows carried a terrifying aura and killing intent to cut through the speed of sound. The speed pierced the seven or eight cultivators' bodies.
"what!"
With the sound of sharp arrows entering the flesh, several screams sounded.
The bodies of the eight monks were instantly shattered. The monks below the Nascent Soul Stage were killed instantly, and the monks above the Nascent Stage Stage, although the Nascent Soul escaped, were shot into the sky by the ensuing blaze of blood. Reiki.
Just in a moment, all eight monks fell!
Under the high platform, all the monks who hadn't had time to jump up to the high platform looked at this scene with horror, and their souls were all in their eyes. If they were the ones who rushed to the front, they were the ones who died at this moment.
For a while, everyone stopped and looked at the direction of the high platform one by one, no one dared to step forward again.
"Huh, a bunch of idiots, if the relics in the nine-story stupa can be easily obtained like this, the relics are not rare treasures."
Looking at the eight monks killed by the institutions on the high platform, the eyes of the Tianxin Buddha showed a trace of contempt.
The nine-story stupa is rare even in the Lingzhou where the Buddhas gather. The owner of the stupa must have the power to reach the heavens and the earth before his death. How can he be willing to take it easily after his death. Walk your own relic.
"Master Yimei, there are nine relics in total, and we have so many people, should we talk about how to distribute them now?" At this time, Long Shisan of the Crazy Blade Sect said first.
Hearing Long Shisan's words, Master Yimei frowned, looked at Tianxin Buddha and Miaoshui, and said, "I wonder what the two think?"
True person Miaoshui hadn't spoken yet, but Tianxin Buddha took the lead in saying: "The poor monk only needs the relics in the old man. As for the other eight, you can watch the distribution yourself, and the poor monks will stop intervening."
Real people Long Shisan and Miaoshui frowned upon hearing this.
"I am afraid that the Venerable's wish will not be fulfilled. My Dragon Thirteen has taken a fancy to the relic in the golden old man's body, and I ask the Venerable to circumvent his love."
"Our Water Purification School is also bound to win it."
Upon seeing this, Master Yimei frowned, looked at the Tianxin Buddha with a look of embarrassment, and said, "Sir, you see, the two of them have different opinions. I'm afraid this is difficult to handle."
"It's not easy?" Tianxin Buddha sneered, "Master Yimei, do you still remember the agreement between the poor monk and your Divine Rune Sect?"
"Although our Ten Thousand Buddha Sect is located in Lingzhou, we can't bully everyone."
Hearing the words of the Tianxin Buddha, Master Yimei’s face changed. The Divine Rune Sect is indeed respected in the Tianzhou, but if compared with the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect in Lingzhou, it is still a lot worse. If they are because of a relic and ten thousand Buddhism is wicked, but there is something wrong.
Thinking of this, Master Yimei gave a light cough, a smile appeared in his eyes, and said: "Of course I remember, since the Venerable Aspires to the relic of the golden old man, our God Rune Sect shall respect ourselves."
As he said, Master Yimei looked at Long Shisan and Miaoshui, and said: "I wonder if the two will give me the face of God Rune Sect?"
Hearing this, Long Shisan frowned. In Tianzhou, their Crazy Blade Sect was not afraid of the Divine Rune Sect, but if the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect of Lingzhou was added, he had to weigh the pros and cons in his mind. Up.
Just as Long Shisan was thinking and hesitating, Miao Shui snorted coldly, and said: "The belonging of the relics depends on our own ability. If Master Yimei wants to threaten this seat with God Rune Sect, then this seat only I can regret to tell you that you may have made the wrong idea."
"So, Master Miaoshui, you are not willing to give me this face?" Master Yimei's face was a little gloomy when he was refuted by the face in public.