I became a saint in the game

Even though everyone was prepared, the sudden appearance of the Dharma Realm being in front of them still made everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

It’s not that I’m afraid, but I’m worried about this mission.

Jingluo stared at the fat monk with a serious expression.

Even though this monk is so fat that he can't even walk and needs to be pulled by a white elephant, his strength is absolutely not compromised at all. It must be because of his special abilities that he has this body shape, and special abilities mean he is difficult to deal with.

Initially, after knowing that the Four Symbols Exorcism Formation was built under the auspices of Dayun Temple, Iron Blood Great Wall sent people to collect information about Dayun Temple. Not much information was found that was too secretive, but a lot of information was collected about some of the more public ones.

For example, the host and some of the most powerful elders below.

The fat monk in front of him with very conspicuous features immediately reminded him of the information in the file.

Dayun Temple has a long heritage and has existed in the world of earthly immortals for thousands of years. It was unknown when it was first founded, but later it obtained ancient heritage from somewhere and gradually began to become famous in the righteous way.

As the sect developed, more and more geniuses joined in.

Until a thousand years ago, the abbot mastered the legendary Mahavairocana Sutra, became invincible, and completely brought Dayun Temple to a new height, becoming the leader of the orthodox Buddhist sect.

However, if there is only one master, it cannot bring about such a brilliant result, just like the Gray Fairy Clan, even if they have an ancestor who ascended to the fairyland, they ended up having to relocate the entire clan.

Therefore, in addition to the glorious achievements of the host, there are ten Arhats who protect the temple and are also famous. The most impressive among them is the head of the Arhat Hall, who claims to be the descendant of Maitreya and is known as Fat Maitreya.

Maitreya, those who understand will understand.

The iconic body shape and terrifying level make the identity of the man in front of him obvious. He is one of the Arhats who protected the temple back then, and also an antique who has lived for a thousand years. Fat Maitreya!
"What are you looking at? Everyone is here, can we start now?"

Turgenev didn't know the details of the fat monk in front of him, and said impatiently, "If you are afraid, then we will go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he winked at his own people, and then various buffs were applied to everyone.

Feeling his greatly enhanced strength, Turgenev smiled crazily, raised his arms and shouted, "Take my sword! (Strength and Honor)"

“China’s No. 1 Sword (Victory or Death), White Emperor’s Holy Sword (I for All), Flying Swords Follow Me (All for One). Ahhhhhhh, Ulla!!!”

Accompanied by an ear-shattering roar, a group of Russians brandished weapons and rushed towards the team escorting the magic weapon.

“Haha, save them.”

Fat Maitreya seemed to have no desire to take action at all. He just put down his guard and gave orders to the people around him.

Four flying monks landed at the front of the Maozi's charge route, clasped their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly, "Amitabha!"

The next moment, golden light spread under the feet of the four people, covering all the monks behind them, giving them a layer of golden bodies. Then these people stretched out their hands, and long sticks as high as their eyebrows appeared out of thin air.

Eighteen golden monks jumped out, holding sticks in their right hands and holding their left hands in front of their chests, and took small steps to meet the Russians who were full of fighting spirit. Seeing that the two sides were fighting, Jingluo could only wave his hands, and the helpers from the Iron Blood Great Wall and the Logistics Department of the Cultural and Tourism Bureau also took action directly.

The melee fighters in the front row followed the Russians and launched a charge. Ranged spells were also cast, passing over their charging comrades in front and smashing into the eighteen golden monks.

However, these monks didn't even bother to look at the spells and let them fall on them.

The magical attacks that were usually invincible were all blocked by the golden light on their bodies, without even a scratch on their skin.

However, the crowd had no time to be shocked by this scene. The Russians in the front row had already engaged in battle with the other side. Eighteen golden-bodied monks formed a strange formation and rushed directly into the crowd.

Eighteen long sticks that were as high as the eyebrows were also pointed at the Russians. In an instant, the long sticks split into stick shadows all over the sky, attacking the Russians head on.

The shadow of the stick was both illusory and real. Three of the weaker players in the Russian team were killed instantly, and the rest were unable to dodge and were hit with broken bones. The only two people who were intact were Turgenev, the leader of the Russian team, and his deputy.

But this intactness is relative. Although they did not suffer any serious injuries, the huge force still made them spit out blood. The medical staff at the back hurriedly cast a few healing spells, which stabilized the injuries of the two.

The eyelids of several big men from the Iron Blood Great Wall who had not taken action suddenly jumped. What kind of strength is this?
The most feared Fat Maitreya was still in the car without moving. The four flying monks just stood there and cast a formation to bless them. Just relying on these monks who were obviously disciples, the Russian team suffered heavy losses.

If they take action directly, would they be able to kill all of us in an instant?
Thinking of this, Jingluo and other big men of the Iron Blood Great Wall looked at each other and saw the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Going desperately!

They subconsciously glanced at the equipment distributed in advance in the storage column, and prepared themselves to die bravely.

Fortunately, the other party was a little too arrogant, and so far, the four flying monks have not made a move.
However, just when Jingluo was rejoicing, he suddenly felt four extremely powerful auras bursting out in front of him, vaguely connected together, making everyone present feel nervous.

"It's our turn now. We will form teams of two and tie up those four monks. We must not let them rush into the battlefield."

Jingluo sighed, and six flying swords flew out from behind him and revolved around him. The others also used all their means, found their targets, and flew to entangle the four monks.

At this point, the two sides began a brutal melee.

It is said to be tragic because although the players are at the same level as these monks, their skills are mostly at the proficient level as they have only recently entered the game and have not yet received any famous teachers to teach them, and proficiency is even rarer.

The other party has been a monk since childhood, and has been taught by a master since he was a child. Those who can be brought in to escort the core magic weapon must be the best in the sect, and their skill levels are just the opposite of those of the players.

With this addition and subtraction, the gap immediately became apparent.

In the melee, players would fall to the ground from time to time, then disappear in a flash of light. Ten seconds later, they would appear at the resurrection point set up in the back and join the battlefield once again.

In just a few minutes, the players consumed an average of three years of their lifespan.

As for the monks, apart from some disordered breathing, there were no casualties at all. (End of this chapter)