National Beast Survival: I can see hidden messages

The statement that this can be discerned is not false. The passivity of the "Eye of Destruction of Illusion" makes Su Fan's spiritual consciousness different from ordinary people, and he is extremely sensitive to murderous intentions, good intentions, etc.

Monk Wuxin was startled, took a deep look at Su Fan, and then said unhurriedly: "In fact, the poor monk is not a disciple of the Buddha at all."

Now it was Su Fan's turn to be a little surprised, "Master Wuxin has cultivated so much, is he not a Buddhist?"

So what kind of state should the Buddhist disciples of White Horse Temple be in? It can't be the out-of-body state (level 31-40). Most elders in big religions are only in this state.

Monk Wuxin smiled slightly and explained: "Donor Su, there is no need to be shocked. As far as the Buddha is concerned, it is just a false name."

He paused for a moment and took a sip of the sake in the cup. "A poor monk has been practicing in the temple since he was a child. He doesn't care about worldly affairs. Maybe the abbot can't see it. That's why I came to the world and came into contact with all kinds of practitioners." Bar."

Monk Wuxin looked deeply, turned around and asked with a smile: "What about Benefactor Su? I think you are not very old, but your cultivation level is not low. You must be a certain saint of the Supreme Religion."

Indeed, although Su Fan is a beast master, his current level has reached level 27, which is comparable to Taxu Santa among practitioners, and can be regarded as the first saint son level combat power.

"Haha, the master has overestimated me. I am just an idle practitioner with no background." Su Fan took a bite of the side dish without revealing any flaws.

"You all seem to be in good spirits!"

A monk came from downstairs. He looked about twenty-seven, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with shining eyes. He was wearing a blood-colored robe and had the word "Wangchen" embroidered on his chest.

It seems that he is a disciple of the host's "Wangchen Sect".

"Brother Ziming, what are you..." Saint Son Beidou asked with confusion on his face.

"I'm here to invite you all to enter the small world." Wangchen taught his disciples, known as Ziming, to be polite.

Monk Wuxin turned his head and said, "Ye Ziming, the holy son of Wangchen Sect."

Su Fan glanced at him in surprise. Didn't he just say that he rarely went out since he was a child? But why did anyone who came out look like they knew each other very well.

"Haha, I did my homework in advance." Monk Wuxin said casually.

Unexpectedly, it was this sentence that made Su Fan tremble in his heart. He was obviously complaining in his heart, but Monk Wuxin actually responded to him.

Mind reading? ?

Su Fan felt a little nervous in his heart. He felt that Monk Wuxin was really a little mysterious. It was not as simple as stepping into the Void Realm on the surface. I'm afraid there was something more mysterious.

"Ah, sorry, sorry." Monk Wuxin stuck out his tongue playfully, "Donor Su, this is the magical power of this temple - he has psychic powers and can subconsciously read other people's hearts."

"I'm so sorry. As long as Donor Su wraps himself with spiritual consciousness, he can isolate his perception. This is a passive magical power, and even a poor monk can't turn it off."

Monk Wuxin looked sincere and apologized sincerely.

Su Fan subconsciously activated his spiritual defense, but he still had lingering fears. He thought that his conversation with Tuntian Xiaohuo might have been overheard by Monk Wuxin.

From this point of view, Monk Wuxin probably knew that he was taming a strange beast.

Su Fan's eyes flashed, and his so-called coping methods were just one-sided words. There was no way of knowing whether they had any effect.

"You guys open up your mental awareness and set up a barrier around me." Su Fan ordered in his heart.

The three pets in the body space nodded in unison and followed Su Fan's instructions.

"Everyone who wants to participate or watch this prosperous age can follow me to the small world." Ye Ziming's every move is full of affinity, and there is no trace of being a demonic person at all.

"Small world? Is it a space created by ancient sages?" King Huntian Xiaopeng's eyes flashed.

As soon as these words came out, the guests in the attic immediately started talking about ancient sages. Such unparalleled powerful men are rarely seen in this world, so they are called "ancient" sages.

This kind of peerless master may be even better than the sect leaders of the major sects.

But the Wangchen Sect has the space opened up by such beings, and its background is evident.

Ye Ziming glanced at Huntian Xiaopeng King in surprise. Xiaopeng King was indeed sealed, making it difficult to see his demon identity and true realm, so he did not recognize Xiaopeng King at this time.

"This fellow Taoist knows a lot." Ye Ziming paused slightly, his face full of pride: "It is the space opened by the ancient sages, so I need to lead you into it. Otherwise, even if It is difficult for a half-step master to find the passage into it.”

"Donor Su." Monk Wuxin stood up and looked at Su Fan, his intention was very obvious.

"Then let's go together." Su Fan nodded slightly.

Although Monk Wuxin may have other thoughts, Su Fan is not that afraid.

Instead, it made him understand that practitioners have different methods and need to have enough knowledge to deal with them.

Furthermore, it is undoubtedly very interesting to go to the small world to witness the battle between the Holy Sons. For this reason, Su Fan can take certain risks.

As for the Ancient Bronze Palace, although I am in a hurry, I am not in a hurry. It would not be a problem to go and watch it for a while.

Half an hour later, Ye Ziming led everyone to a secret place. He took out a jade pendant with the word "Wangchen" engraved on it. It must have been the exclusive mark of the Wangchen Sect.

"You may feel uncomfortable later, but don't worry, it's a normal reaction." Ye Ziming comforted with a smile.

After saying that, he held up the jade pendant, and suddenly time flashed, and Su Fan felt that the scene in front of him had changed.

This space is no different from the outside world. It is extremely wide and has no shortage of mountains and lakes.

"Who is coming?" A practitioner wearing a "Wangchen" robe rose up from the mist-shrouded mountains and looked at this large group of people warily.

"Senior Brother Qi." Ye Ziming stepped forward and bowed, "The leader ordered me to escort the guests."

The practitioner known as Senior Brother Qi nodded slightly, whistled, then pointed to the distance and said: "Please come inside, the ceremony will be held in that palace."

As the whistle fell, dozens of monster beasts of various shapes flew up from their hiding places, carrying everyone to their destinations.

They came to a magnificent palace, with carved beams and painted columns, resplendent in gold and green, clouds and mist surging on the ground, and beautiful women standing on both sides, as if they had entered the legendary ancient heaven.

"You Wangchen Sect is so grand." Even the extraordinary Huntian Xiaopeng King was a little surprised. After all, the demon race is not as good at enjoying it as the human race.

At this moment, many people have gathered in the palace, including many young and powerful men, various saints, and countless others.

The bodies of many saints and saints are surrounded by radiant light, and they look quite extraordinary, like a god descending into the world.

The eyes of Huntian Xiaopeng King were shining brightly, and he was gearing up, obviously wanting to take action.

Not only Huntian Xiaopeng King, but also Su Fan was a little itchy and wanted to cooperate with his pets to compete with many geniuses. However, thinking of the Ancient Bronze Palace, he temporarily calmed down.