"It's no wonder you are reluctant to reveal it! Tuoba Gui, do you have the nerve to say that you are still an individual person in this way?"

"The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If you want to get immortality, you will naturally have to pay a price! What no one has been able to do since ancient times has been done by my Tongtian Sect. If it continues to develop, the Tongtian Sect will inevitably replace the three major sects and unify the Jiuzhou!"

"The demons can never unify Jiuzhou, because Jiuzhou is the territory of the human race."

"Chen Fei, aren't you a demon yourself?"

Chen Fei remained silent. This question had been in his heart for a long time. Is he a human or a demon?

The old emperor laughed and his triangular mouthpiece opened, and the power to destroy the world condensed: "It was my negligence to not kill you back then. I had known for the fact that the roots should be eradicated after cutting the grass."

"It is my luck to survive, not because of your kindness. Please don't put gold on your face." The fierce force rushed to Chen Fei without any movement, and the body-protecting immortal aura rose up and turned into a circular barrier to protect him.

Destructive energy cannot destroy the barrier in the slightest and flows through him left and right.

"There is one thing you are right. The combination of human and beast is the most powerful state of your Taoist priest in Tongtian Sect. It becomes such a clumsy look, and it is boring. Only Taoists have ever slaughtered monsters. When have you heard that monsters can kill Taoist priests? When you become like this, the battle is actually over. If I defeat you, I will ascend to the throne in the day." A light flashed in the barrier. This light is a combination of sharp sword intent and a substantial sword energy.

"Brush!" The light flashed, cutting off the devastating power that rushed over like a mountain torrent and tsunami from the middle, and at the same time, it also turned the seemingly powerful demon body of the old emperor into two halves.

"No, this is definitely not the end!" The old emperor, who was split from the middle by an invisible sharp blade, forced his body that was about to split into two halves, relying on his tenacious will. The tail behind the old emperor was raised high, and the needle at the tip opened to Chen Fei, divided into four flesh petals, like a blooming man-eating flower. "Chen Fei, don't think you can control everything, you are actually nothing!" A large number of black shadows were all reflected, all of which were black bugs, and they rushed towards Chen Fei in a black mass.

The latter held the invisible Qi Sword and slashed forward. Chen Fei didn't know why he gave up Chaohuaxi and picked up the sword with his hands as a carrier to form the Qi Sword. It might be a flash of inspiration at a certain moment.

The Qi sword is as if it is tangible, and it seems invisible. It is held high and then falls fiercely. After it falls, nothing can stop it. It kills all the flying black insects and removes the old emperor's seemingly majestic body from eight pieces.

"Can you heal again this time?" Before Chen Fei finished speaking, he saw four golden dragons swimming out from the cracked body of the old emperor and attacking him from four different angles. "What is this? Did the old emperor possess his will on the true energy of the golden dragon?"

Chen Fei really didn't expect that the old emperor could be so tenacious and could gather the true energy of the golden dragon in a form to attack him when the demon body was destroyed. He moved his heart and summoned the power of the qi to swallow the mountains and rivers, absorbed all the four golden dragons into the mountains and rivers, and then used the majesty of the dominant to destroy them all in the divine scroll and turned them into ashes. There would never be a possibility of rebirth again.

The battle finally came to an end. Chen Fei won, the old emperor was defeated, his demon body was destroyed, and his true energy died tragically in another world.

Three thousand soldiers shook the flag and shouted, and Chu Xie, who was exhausted, smiled. The prince Liezhang came forward with tears in his eyes. The flames in the palace were still burning, and the old emperor's demon body turned into ashes in the flames, and the overall situation seemed to be settled. At this moment, a monk with all his body shrouded in the holy Buddha's light came to the fierce sea of ​​fire. The monk folded his hands together and showed a peaceful and compassionate smile: "Amitabha, I wish to use Nan Ke to dream and relieve the troubles in the world!"

The chaos is far from over!

...

Destiny, reincarnation, the truth, all things in the world have causes and effects, beginning and end.

From the time Chen Fei went down the mountain, Monk Jingling appeared in front of him. What was the purpose, what was the plan, and whether all kinds of guesses about his real purpose were right or wrong. At the last moment of the catastrophe in the imperial capital, it was finally time to find out.

"I would like to use Nan Ke to dream and resolve the troubles in the world." What does this sentence hanging on the lips of Monk Jingling mean?

In sight, the young monk walked through the sea of ​​swords and fire, and the flames and blades could not hurt him at all.

"Don't be fine if you don't have any harm." His smile made the three thousand soldiers present, Aung Shanqing, Chu Xie, and Tuoba Lie, all had an ominous premonition. Where the monk Jingling stood, a layer of auspicious fluorescence fell from the sky, colorful clouds appeared in the clouds, and the Buddha's body opened his eyes.

Monk Jingling is a monk from Ruyang City, a monk from Jinling City, and a host of Lingyin Temple in Chang'an City. His identity is so varied that his behavior seems to be as he wants. What exactly he wants to do, what is his purpose of getting close to Shenfei directly! There is a cause and effect, a beginning and an end, where is the place where the cause and effect begin, and where will it reach its end.

Monk Jingling stood there, the burning fire turned into a close-fitting cassock. The six ring scars on his head should have been representatives of low-level monks, but they even more reflect his uniqueness. From the first meeting, Chen Fei knew that Monk Jingling was a person that cannot be ignored. From the first meeting, Chen Fei knew that he must have made plans to approach him, but he still couldn't figure out why until now. It seems that today is the time to reveal the answer.

Chen Fei didn't feel afraid, Chen Fei was very calm. He knew that there would be one day when he needed to face the deep compassion of Monk Jingling.

"Donor Chen, don't be fine." Monk Jingling repeated. His slightly raised face was clean and transparent. His eyes looked far away, as if it penetrated Chen Fei and reached the end of the world. His eyes contained stars and the sea, the shadow of a beautiful world, and his grand ambitions.

The hands in the dark have been waiting for this moment to appear, waiting for the two people with the ability to change the world to open their hearts to each other.

"Good goodbye, Master Jingling! Chen is extremely honored to be able to meet the master here." Whether in terms of appearance or figure, Chen Fei is far superior to Monk Jingling, but from the feeling the two brings to people, Monk Jingling seems to be better. He has a special magic power that can bring people a special feeling. There seems to be no individual in his eyes, as if he is filled with endless compassion and care, but it is completely different from the eyes of other monks. He is like a phantom that does not exist in the present world, the shadow closest to perfection in his heart.

You can use extreme evil to describe Yan Tianqing, but it is difficult to describe monk Jingling with one word, a few words or even a sentence. He is so mysterious, every smile and every look back seems to have a special meaning. He seems to have countless faces, and to different people, different selfs will appear.

Monk Jingling is a mysterious person. When talking to him, he will feel the pressure unconsciously. Pude doesn't like him, Pushan is afraid of him, and even the closest Jingxin cannot see through him. Monk Jingling's existence itself is a mystery, even his origin, and even the story of the spiritual well are full of fog, just like a story, not like a real reality.

"Amitabha Buddha, the realm of the donor has not increased sharply for a while, and it is worth celebrating."

"Assessing compassion and helping the world, he can keep Chen in his heart and make him afraid."

"Amitabha, the little monk is concerned about the donor Chen because you are the chosen one of the heavens. The so-called choice of heaven is the person who was chosen by heaven to fulfill the mission of heaven. Do you know that the little monk has been waiting for you for a long time, so long that he has forgotten the appearance of time and the appearance of his parents."

"Mr. Chen has already noticed the master's attention, but he doesn't know what the deep meaning is."

"How did Pushan tell you?"

"He said that Master Jingling lured Chen all the way to start a battle of purges the pagans between Buddhism and Taoism."

"He said it right, that's one of the purposes."

“There are other reasons?”

"Donor Chen, do you know why the Rakshasa clan was destroyed, and who led the entire process of its destruction behind the scenes."

"Is it you, Jingling?"

"Amitabha Buddha is this monk!"

"Why do you do this?"

"Donor Shen, have you heard stories from ancient times."

"Did the gods and demons fight in ancient times?"

"To be precise, it is the battle between the gods! Ten thousand years ago, Pangu created the world and created the poles of yin and yang, and nurtured all things in the world. All things were born. Pangu died in exhaustion as the Creator, and his blood flowed into mountains, rivers, and combined with the essence of plants and trees to turn into humans. A small part of them inherited the power of Pangu's bloodline and was born with powerful strength. These people called themselves gods and were the masters of Jiuzhou at that time.

The power of God comes from Pangu and is born, which leads to their existence far superior to humans. Therefore, the gods believe that they are superior to others and regard human beings as slaves, trampling and ravaging them at will.

The principle of marriage between close relatives has always been pursued within the gods. The purer the bloodline, the more power it inherits, and the stronger its ability. From this, there are countless tribes led by the Supreme God. As the people of God, humans live a life like pigs, dogs, cows and horses. Their lives are terrible. Every once in a while, they will become sacrifices to Pangu, the father of the gods who have been dead for a long time. They are dead and have no hope in their lives.
Chapter completed!