If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The sea of ​​blood surged boundlessly.

Following the tilt of the jade book suspended in the air, figures walked out of the palaces hanging upside down in the distance.

Some are mysterious and difficult to distinguish, some are sleepy-eyed and come riding a turtle, like a child, and some are like a howling dragon, and they rush straight at Cheng Siqi.

"Sword cultivator from the spiritual world, dare you come to our battle world!"

A Spirit Venerable whose half body seemed to be melting and gathering together said angrily.

The woman who flew right behind him, with flowers growing from the skin of the other shore, smiled coquettishly: "I burned the longevity tree as soon as I shot it, what a big temper, I really think that I am such a small person in the battle world!" Three or two cats? The sword aura shines brightly in the Nine Heavens, it's really majestic."

She squinted her bright eyes, and her smile suddenly turned cold: "But I can't understand it."

Before the words fell, a hole suddenly opened in the sky.

The sound of the Yinhan Ghost Horn and the rushing water burst out, and the rotten giant face with half of its eyeballs dropped looked out from the gap.This breath shocked the world, and the whole world could hardly bear it, sending out a subtle and inaudible mourning tremor.

The void burst open and began to collapse.

The Bianhua girl also seemed to be unable to support herself, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and one of the flowers on her body withered quickly.She was wearing a red gauze, waved her hand, and pointed at Cheng Siqi: "Water from the Yellow Spring, come!"

With this loud shout, the sky trembled, and the crack suddenly became bigger, and the huge face behind it was instantly submerged by the turbulent black tide.

The tide kept rushing, and fell from the sky with a bang, like a falling water arrow, piercing Cheng Siqi's sword light.

"My sister doesn't wait for me."

Another girl's figure flashed in, glared at the woman on the other side angrily, and suddenly opened her mouth to suck at Cheng Siqi: "Look at me, swallow the sky!"

Spiritual Venerables appeared one by one, making moves one after another.

Almost instantly, Cheng Siqi was surrounded by countless supernatural powers and spells, and the vast and hostile aura confined his surroundings, making it difficult for him to move, as if he had the illusion of being targeted by the whole world.The aura belonging to the immortal is mixed in these spells, which naturally makes his aura lose one end, and his spiritual consciousness is suppressed.

Zangfeng's rotten Jiqing sword made a slight clang.

A strong urge to draw a sword welled up in my heart, and a great crisis came.

But Cheng Siqi forcibly suppressed this impulse, using his fingers as a sword, and carrying thousands of sword lights around him, he met the oncoming attack.

"Just so few people, you want to kill me?"

Cheng Siqi raised his eyebrows slightly, narrowed his eyes, and the flying hair behind his head fell silent.

Immediately there was a ray of light rising into the sky, whistling and blowing wind.The sword energy around him split into three thousand, like a huge flower lotus blooming in the wind, colliding with magical powers.

"boom--!"

The bursting and destructive rays of light and the tyrannical and raging airflow almost burst the entire world.

The evil dragon hovered, the underworld was confined, and countless powerful magical spells overwhelmed Jian Guang in the end.

The dragon's head roared and bit off the sword energy, Tuntian's big mouth seemed to contain a vortex, sucking all the sword light away, and he smacked his mouth with great interest, and chewed.

"Bah... it's really unpalatable."

The vampire muttered loudly, and was about to suck Cheng Siqi into his mouth with all his strength, but suddenly paused, opened his mouth blankly and stopped moving.

"I, my teeth!"

A shrill roar resounded through the sky.

Immediately, sharp teeth were broken at the root level, the incisions were smooth, and they fell down with crackling like a rain of bones.

This mournful roar seemed to freeze time and space, the mighty dragon froze all over, the head of the dragon that was biting forward went forward on its own, but the body behind it exploded with several sword lights and was broken into several pieces.

The water from the Yellow Spring rushed towards Cheng Siqi, but it was split into two when it approached Cheng Siqi like a sharp rock, and flowed sideways.

The water splashes.

Cheng Siqi stood where he was, his purple clothes were completely red with blood, his brows were a little ashen.

But he stood there, his back was as straight as a cedar, and he was like a sword, standing up to the sky and the ground, he would rather bend than bend, even if the sky wanted to press him, he would stab the sky to bleed.

"Come again."

He raised his fingers to wipe the blood from his lips, and jumped up.

The sword light was like a piece of feather, he picked it up easily, held it between his fingers, and then released it one by one like swimming fish, either fierce and sharp, or cunning and difficult to deal with, one by one they pounced on the attacking spirit master.

The Lingzun with a body like a giant mountain punched brazenly, and Cheng Siqi, like a frightened dragon swimming, flashed past quickly, accompanied by sword light, and clashed with each other.

A ghost vine with a human face stuck in the ground, wanting to eat flesh and blood, Cheng Siqi stepped on it, and the invisible sword energy was startled, and it was shattered in an instant.

"How brave!"

"What a sword cultivator, die for me!"

More spiritual masters shot, under the blessing of the jade book above their heads, with ethereal immortal energy and extraordinary momentum, they wanted to force Jian Guang back.

Cheng Siqi did not evade, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and rushed forward brazenly.

"kill!"

The precious light soared to the sky, and the figure was vertical and horizontal, and the battle situation before the temple was chaotic.

However, in the distance of the temple, under the longevity tree that was burning in raging fire, there were a few thin figures standing and staring.

These figures appeared from the moment the Longevity Tree was burned, but they did not make a move from the beginning to the end. Their expressions were cold and indifferent, as if they were outsiders.

"He reminds me of someone."

Among them, Lingzun who looked like a weak scholar suddenly spoke.

The flames flickered, reflecting on his face, but it couldn't dye his pale face into a healthy blush.His eyes were shining, but his expression was sluggish, he covered his mouth lightly with the jade bone fan, and coughed softly.

The man next to him wrapped in a cloak with a saber in his hand looked serious, nodded and said, "He does have a bit of the style of Old Jian."

"But it's not."

The cough stopped, and the weak scholar smiled hoarsely, "The difference between the ultimate road and the road of killing demons is that one is walking on the old road of the predecessors, no matter how far you go, you are walking for others, while the other , is to have a path that belongs to oneself alone, a dead end that is doomed to be fruitless and hopeless."

The eyes of the man with the knife were slightly lowered.

"It's almost there."

The weak scholar's face seemed to turn pale again, he sighed, and said, "They still haven't made much progress in these years."

As his words fell, all the scenes around Kunlun stopped for an instant.

Everything seems to have been faded and turned into withered black and white.

Supernatural powers and spells, vertical and horizontal sword energy, all froze in mid-air one by one, and the gray mist that was about to move like a poisonous snake retreated quickly as if encountering a natural enemy, sank into the calm sea of ​​blood, and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone froze in horror, with panicked expressions.

The sword light in front of him disintegrated uncontrollably, Cheng Siqi frowned, raised his eyes as if feeling something, and looked in the direction of the longevity tree.

But the sick and weak scholar did not look at Cheng Siqi, but set his eyes on the psychic coffin behind him that was protected at all times, with a sneer full of coldness and anger on his face: "Miaozhen, Before you were alive, you were a mighty Sanxian, but now you can only hide behind the out-of-body junior, trying to get away with it?"

"Get out of here!"

With one palm, he hit the psychic coffin directly.

Cheng Siqi was startled, his whole body was almost crushed to death by this palm, fine blood beads ooze from the surface of his body, but he didn't have the slightest intention to back down, he still stood in front of the coffin.

"Go away!"

His voice was hoarse and broken with blood in it.

The Jiqing sword in his body vibrated slowly, shaking off the rustling copper green.

However, just before that bit of Zangfeng was about to break off and Jiqing was out of its sheath, another small fist appeared from nowhere, and with a light touch, that palm was condensed in the air.

The small body of the master of the fist appeared under his palm, dripping endless blood.

"I hide behind the junior because I am timid, so what is it if you are a loose fairy and attack the junior?"

Bai Chong's immature face was cold and stiff, and his blood-stained eyes stared at the sick and weak scholar, "Jiu Sheng, it's too late to stop now."

"Don't call me so affectionate."

The sick and weak scholar said indifferently, "He Jiusheng is not the name you should call. From the day you tore up the book of heroes and turned against me, you are no longer my brother. Bai Chong, don't make such a high-sounding appearance, hypocrite It disgusts me the most."

Anger floated on Bai Chong's face, "I'm saving you..."

"help me?"

He Jiusheng smiled sarcastically, "If you really let you destroy the Book of Heroes, then all the dead souls in the Book of Heroes will be wiped out in ashes and disappear forever in the world! This... is also called salvation?"

Bai Chong looked at He Jiusheng, opened his mouth, and said, "It's better to disappear forever than to be alienated and become another batch of strange beasts. Those of us in the Book of Heroes have long been dead. We have never set foot on that road. From the beginning of the road, it is already doomed to die with body and soul, never to be reincarnated. This should be our ending!"

"But I'm not reconciled!" He Jiusheng interrupted Bai Chong suddenly.

Tongues of fire licked his face, and his eyes were burning brightly as if on fire.

He coughed a few times as if he was choking, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Bai Chong, you shouldn't be so narrow-minded. There is not only one way to become a fairy. You said that alienation is a heresy, a crooked way , but I thought that this way pointed directly at the immortals, and it would definitely help me live forever."

"Nothing bewitches me."

He Jiusheng's expression was clear and his gaze was firm. "It's just that I chose this path. The comrades I awakened are also the same. This is the path we chose to become immortals. It's not alienation, nor is it insane, and it's not being confused by others."

It was said that although the expressions of all the spirit venerables standing near or far in the sky remained unchanged, their steadfast eyes showed that they thought so and did so.

They committed themselves to it, but chose another path.

"But you are alienating..."

Bai Chong said angrily: "In the Book of Heroes, there is a ray of our divine sense in the world, which cannot be revived and cannot be cultivated. But there is an alienated spirit unwilling to be reconciled, which awakens your divine sense and forces you to be reborn in an alienated way... …Jiu Sheng, when you agreed to the alienation, did you think about what you said to me when you were infected by the alienation?"

There was a slight pause in the voice, and a trace of grief and desolation appeared on Bai Chong's face.

"...You asked me to kill you before you went crazy, because you don't want to be the lackey of a strange beast and become a catastrophe in the spirit world."

He glared at He Jiusheng angrily, "But now! Look what you are doing?!"

Those words shook the world, but there was no wave on He Jiusheng's face.

"You still don't understand."

He Jiusheng shook his head in disappointment, "Dao is different, we don't conspire with each other. We and the spiritual world are not enmity between life and death, but have different paths and standpoints. On the issue of Dao, how can there be right or wrong? But in the end, there will be a battle ,Unavoidable."

His gaze on Bai Chong slowly turned cold.

"Miaozhen, when I woke you up, I thought you and I could fight side by side, but I didn't expect that the first thing you would do after waking up would be to tear up the Book of Heroes. Because of your betrayal, the recovery of the spirit in the Book of Heroes was delayed for many years. Fortunately, the time is almost ripe now."

"Back then, I severely injured you and let you fall into a deep sleep. After all, I was too soft-hearted."

He closed his eyes, "This coming-of-age ceremony cannot be missed, so don't blame me...Brother Chong."

A word of "Chong Ge" made Bai Chong's expression flash a bit in a trance.

But at this very moment, the blood on Bai Chong's body suddenly began to dim, as if about to be swallowed up by the silent and dark world around him.

He reacted and hurriedly struggled to resist.

But just as He Jiusheng said, Bai Chong has always been inferior to him.

You can't win when you practice, and you practice slowly when you are a loose fairy. After being awakened, you are obsessed with obsession and refuse to alienate.How can such a Bai Chong fight against the current He Jiusheng?

"Uh……"

Bai Chong's eyes were bleeding continuously, he raised his head in pain, his muscles and bones were broken, and he stared at He Jiusheng with a pair of eyes burning with anger.

"Miaozhen Sanxian, why bother?"

The man with the sword sighed in a low voice, "Three thousand worlds each have their own way of practice. Based on the words of a family in the spiritual world, it is concluded that our practice is wrong. If we are so obsessed, how can we seek immortality? It is said that it is a struggle for the way, but it may not be a good idea." True Sanxian, you are too selfish and stubborn."

"I……"

Bai Chong opened his mouth, and blood kept gushing out. He looked in the direction of the longevity tree with broken eyes, and said with difficulty, "No... that's not... the way..."

"Understood!"

Someone sneered and scolded.

Bai Chong's lips were still twitching, but he seemed unable to refute, and gasped in pain in vain.

His strength seemed to have weakened suddenly. It seemed that it was an accident to stop He Jiusheng's palm before, but now he is like a weak ant, lingering on under He Jiusheng's magical power, struggling weakly and uselessly.

"very pitiful."

Someone sighed.

The man with the knife nodded subconsciously: "It's true that a Sanxian has fallen to this point..."

Before he finished speaking, his pupils shrank suddenly, and finally realized that although the voice came from very close to them, it was not made by any of them.

He Jiusheng's expression also froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look.

Not far behind the crowd, a young monk in a tattered plain white cassock was standing there quietly, with his eyes closed, and the corners of his usual lips pursed, revealing a creepy coldness.

He was holding a half-broken bronze mirror in one hand, and a severed arm in the other. There was a gray aura emanating from the severed arm.

"He is pitiful, you are even more pitiful."

The young monk said softly, "But no matter how many poor little people there are, it's not a reason for you to bully my little fox. Qingyuan Sanxian, don't forget, in this life... you are not a Sanxian."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Jiusheng saw the young monk's tightly closed eyes and suddenly opened them.