Chapter 419 Master’s Title

On the plain, layers of strange illusions have formed. They gather in a small area of ​​less than 100 meters in radius. It looks like an infinite number of mirages superimposed together, but none of the human masters around dare to despise this small illusion. They can only stand outside and stare blankly.

"This demon is so cunning! He dragged little friend Mieyue into the boundless purgatory, both to fight the enemy and to protect himself! If we had besieged this demon earlier, it would have been better, and he would not have used such means!"

One of the three Buddhist monks sighed again at this moment, somewhat annoyed that they were too "civilized" before, allowing Mieyue Dragon Blade to fight this demon lord alone, resulting in such a bad situation now.

The current situation can be said to be a dilemma for them.

Going in, they are unwilling to step into this illusion, because the chance of rescuing Mieyue Dragon Blade after entering is extremely low, and it will also make them bear some unnecessary risks.

If they retreat, it will be even worse. If this demon king quietly leaves soon after they leave, he will be out of the blockade and can stir up trouble elsewhere.

"Don't worry, junior brother. I have heard from the saints that the power of the boundless purgatory is not easy to borrow. Since this demon has used this trick, it proves that he has reached the end of his rope. Young friend Mieyue may not lose to him."

The oldest of the three monks continued to reply, sounding more optimistic.

While they were discussing, Qingfeng, a layman from the Confucian sect, also happened to arrive. This young super-innate master was also depressed about the current situation. After all, he had no chance to use the several unique skills in his hands. He only heard him say to the three Buddhist monks unhappily:

"My Confucian master will be here soon! When the time comes, the master will have his own way to break this illusion! You should first find a way to find the other two demon kings!"

When the three Buddhist monks heard his words, they immediately looked unhappy.

Because the reason is still the same. If they wait for the Confucian Master to come and solve all the problems, where will their Buddhist face be? This is related to the reputation of Buddhism in the disaster area.

"Humph! What kind of person is the Master? How can he come here just like that? He may have gone to help the saint to protect the boundary array! Why bother the Master to come for such a small problem! It's ridiculous!"

One of the three monks replied angrily.

From the words of the monks, it can be heard that even though they are quite hostile to the Confucian side and are about to fight as soon as they meet, they also respect the Master of the Confucian School and abandon the view of the orthodoxy.

This is indeed the case. The Master of the Confucian School can be said to be a very special person.

It is said that his cultivation is the most profound under the saint, and there is hope that he can break through to the saint realm at any time and become the fourth saint of the human race.

Moreover, although he is a Confucian, he has no sectarianism. "Learning a lot of knowledge" is far from enough to describe his amazing talent. He is a rare peerless master who is willing to selflessly guide Buddhist disciples, Taoist disciples, and even civilian disciples without a Taoist tradition. Therefore, he has an extraordinary reputation, which makes Buddhist monks who are hostile to Confucianism have to admire him.

Hearing the monk's words, Qingfeng layman immediately smiled with disdain and responded:

"Haha, you don't know this! The master has been living in the Shuyue Pavilion of my Confucian sect to write books recently, and he will also take care of the demon chaos in the disaster realm! He is a warm-hearted old man and will definitely come to help! Even if he only sends an incarnation, it is enough to solve the trouble here!"

The young Qingfeng layman's words are full of undisguised admiration for the master. For an absolute genius like him who has broken through to the super-innate realm at a young age, he can admire a person so much, which shows that the other party really impressed him.

"The Master is actually in Shuyue Pavilion?! That would be very convenient to come... In this way, friend Mieyue can be saved, but where is the other friend in the Dao Realm?"

After hearing this, the Buddhist monks finally believed that Qingfeng was not bragging. At the same time, they also felt that the beggar version of the boundless purgatory in front of them was no longer a problem. After all, that was the Master. How could the Master, who was as powerful as a saint, not be able to solve such a thing? No one would believe it if they told it to others!

Just as several people shifted their attention and prepared to look for the traces of Wang Zhifan and the other two demon lords, the sky near them suddenly changed.

A pale and subtle vertical line suddenly appeared in the air, and then the line spread outward at an angle to form two infinitely high surfaces, and three figures appeared between the two surfaces and fell to the ground below.

The largest figure was a broken corpse about two stories high, with broken arms and a transparent hole in the middle of his body. It was the short Demon Flame Demon Lord who was still so powerful not long ago.

The second largest one was a huge block of bones. It looked bigger than two carriages put together, but it was hard to tell what it was originally.

The smallest figure was a short-haired young man in green clothes. He was stepping down from the sky leisurely. Who else could it be but the Dao Realm friend Wang Zhifan that everyone was talking about?

Boom~ Boom~

With two consecutive dull sounds, the remains of the two demon lords fell heavily from the sky to the ground, and Wang Zhifan landed in front of the three Buddhist monks and Qingfeng layman in their surprised eyes.

"My friend... did you kill the two demon lords?!"

The oldest of the three monks was the first to recognize the identity of the block of bones and found that it was actually part of the original huge demon lord's head. Therefore, he asked Wang Zhifan, who had just landed, in some astonishment. He couldn't believe that in such a short time, this young man had solved the two demon lords that made them extremely afraid.

"I killed them, but it was not easy."

Wang Zhifan then looked at the monk and answered calmly.

He was telling the truth. In order to kill the two demon lords, he used the epic weapon Blade of Time, Dreaming the World and Floating Life Like a Dream. He consumed more than half of his own power, which was definitely not an easy kill.

But his statement sounded like a deliberate show-off to others, but no one would be disgusted by this kind of show-off.

Because in this world, destroying demons is the greatest right, and destroying demon lords is the right of the right, which can be recorded in the history of human achievements.

After all, how many demon lords are there in the entire demon world? Less than a thousand! This number is negligible compared to the hundreds of billions of demons!

Therefore, every time a demon lord is destroyed, it can be regarded as a huge credit to the human race, making the strength comparison between the human race and the demons stronger by half a point.

"You killed two demon lords alone! You are truly a natural talent! I never thought that such a brilliant person like you would appear in the Dao Realm! May I ask what your name is?"

Amid the shocked expressions of the three monks, the Qingfeng layman beside them was also shocked. He asked Wang Zhifan about his name very enthusiastically.

This seems to be the tradition of the Huo Realm. Every well-known master will give himself a resounding name.

For example, the Buddhist Xiantian Realm master Longshan Venerable, the civilian Xiantian Realm martial arts master, the Gun Dao Jisheng, and the Moon-Destroying Dragon Blade, which should also be the name of the Dragon Girl. She would not be called Dragon Blade.

In short, how strong one's strength is one thing, and the name must be loud and easy for people to remember.

"I don't have a name yet, but my Dao name is Fanyun Sanren."

Wang Zhifan answered directly after hearing this. He planned to skip the troublesome step of giving a nickname and simply use the Dao name instead, which is a trick to get the identity of the Dao Realm.

But what made him speechless was that he himself didn't care about this kind of thing, but the Qingfeng layman in front of him didn't want to let him go. Hearing that he didn't have a name, he wanted to help him pick one on the spot.

"Master Fanyun, you have such a high level of cultivation, how can you not have a name? This is simply embarrassing me, a Confucian writer! If you don't mind, let me help you pick a few, and you can choose any of them!"

After saying this, Qingfeng layman shook his head with a tall hat on and muttered and pondered, and then within two seconds he gave a few names that made Wang Zhifan speechless, making him understand that scholars are not all good at naming.

"You are a Taoist, and you killed two demons. How about you call yourself the Twin Demon Guardians? No, that's not good... You are proficient in martial arts and good at using long swords, so you should be called Daowu Sword Emperor..."

The man excitedly gave several so-called titles in a row, which made Wang Zhifan feel embarrassed, but had no practical significance at all. So Wang Zhifan had to cough twice and passed him to observe the strange illusion in the nearby area.

It must be mentioned here that Wang Zhifan can sense the general situation of the outside world in the dream created by Menghua Daqian. He is not in a closed cage like the enemy who was hit, and loses contact with the outside world. Otherwise, Menghua Daqian's unique skill has too big flaws.

"Is the Dragon Girl trapped in a trick similar to my Menghua Daqian? But the complexity is much higher?"

After observing the complex illusion in front of him for a few times, Wang Zhifan realized that the situation of the Moon-Destroying Dragon Sword was not good. It was hard to say whether it could come out, and even if he wanted to save it, he had no way to start.

The reason is that this illusion is too complicated, with a multi-layered and multi-faceted complex structure. It is easy to get lost in it. In addition, he vaguely sensed the extraordinary nature of the illusion, which made him give up the idea of ​​rescue.

After all, this opponent was chosen by the Moon-Destroying Dragon Blade himself. As a helper, he has fulfilled all his responsibilities. Not only did he not let the other two demons interfere with the Moon-Destroying Dragon Blade, but he also killed the enemy directly.

If the Dragon Girl fell here, it would be a pity. She overestimated her strength and chose the wrong opponent.

"Are you worried about the friend who destroyed the moon? Good people have their own heaven. Your Excellency the Master will arrive soon, and everything will be solved by then."

Seeing that Wang Zhifan ignored Qingfeng, who was obsessed with naming, and his eyes were fixed on the strange and changeable illusion, the three Buddhist monks slowly walked towards him and said a few words of comfort.

From this, it can be seen that the Buddhists' impression of the Taoists is not bad. They are not opposed to witnessing the appearance of a Taoist master. Instead, they want to get to know Wang Zhifan and increase their precious master network.

There is no way, who told Wang Zhifan's performance just now was too brilliant? He killed two demon lords alone, and he did it in a short time, with almost no injuries!

What is shown here is not ordinary, which means that Wang Zhifan's combat power level is also very competitive in the super-innate realm!

And he is so young, and it is not too much to pay attention to him!

"Thank you, old senior."

Wang Zhifan immediately shifted his sight after hearing it, and prepared to chat with the three monks for a few words to get some necessary copy information.

But suddenly, all of them turned their heads and looked up at the sky!

It was a unique figure. He appeared in the sky in an instant and attracted everyone's attention!

It is difficult to accurately describe what kind of man that is.

He looks to be in his forties, of medium height, with long gray hair and a black Confucian dress, holding a green thread-bound book in his hand. His appearance gives people a moderate feeling of not fat, not thin, not ugly, and not handsome.

But his overall temperament is extraordinary, as vast as the nine-day galaxy. Anyone who takes a look will never forget it.

This middle-aged man, who looked like a scholar at first glance, appeared in the sky, his eyes calmly swept over the scene below, and then he teleported and appeared on the ground, next to the layman Qingfeng.

"Ah... Qingfeng has met the master!"

layman Qingfeng, who was still frowning and shaking his head while thinking about Wang Zhifan's name, was almost startled when he saw a person suddenly appear next to him.

However, he was also a super innate master, and he immediately realized that the master was coming and quickly bowed to salute.

"Feng'er, I told you before that you don't need to be so restrained when you see me."

The middle-aged man who was called Master immediately smiled and replied. Then with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, he asked layman Qingfeng:

"Why were you shaking your head and muttering just now?"

What he was talking about was that in the sky just now, when he saw the junior he valued, he didn't notice his arrival immediately. Instead, he stood alone on the ground and was thinking about something like crazy. He looked particularly fascinated. It was better than this junior studying Confucian classics by himself. Still working hard.

"Ah? Oh! Master, I was just thinking of a name for this Taoist friend!"

Master Qingfeng didn't react immediately after hearing this, but he understood immediately and raised his finger to point at Wang Zhifan, who was looking here not far away.

For a moment, Wang Zhifan's eyes met the gaze cast by his master, making him feel an indescribable majestic power enveloped his whole body.

But fortunately, this power was gentle and gentle, and it did not cause any bad reactions in him, nor did it cause him much resistance.

After the eyes of the two sides met, the master nodded slightly to Wang Zhifan. Then he turned around and looked at the remains of the two demon kings not far away on the ground, as well as the nearby fantasy area. After thinking for a while, he said to Wang Zhifan:

"My little friend has such amazing martial arts cultivation at such a young age. It is really rare in my life. I really deserve a suitable name... If you don't mind it, I can give you the title of 'Martial Master' first..." ...If one day you can go one step further, then the title of 'Martial Lord' will be yours."

What Wang Zhifan didn't expect was that the master, like his descendant Qingfeng layman, was also a name-picker, and he was given two names for him on the spot, leaving him speechless.