Chapter 950 I Am Liu Shisui

This is the fate he has chosen for mankind.

All human beings choose to die, transform into a soul form by some kind of secret method, and then enter the three thousand worlds of Nirvana.

Whether it's the dark spores or the dark energy itself, it's all life forms that are infiltrated, turning them into monsters that don't know whether to live or die. If a living body like human beings directly abandons their bodies and becomes an invisible and insubstantial existence, how can they be infiltrated? Then it is only necessary that the Great Nirvana is not attacked.

So Xue Ji must become the king of the sea of ​​dark things.

At that time, Nirvana will become his enthronement gift to her, and it will also be the heaviest burden.

Zeng Ju stared into his eyes and said, "Because this is impossible."

Monk Huanxi said: "Whether it's you or Zhao Layue, they knew I was going to use this method, but they didn't mention it, because they were afraid of being persuaded by me?"

"This issue has been discussed before, and I don't want to waste my time." Zeng Ju said in a deep voice.

Turning human beings into the form of souls, getting rid of the shackles of the flesh, cutting off the possibility of being infiltrated, and then fundamentally solving the problem of the sea of ​​​​dark matter-this method is logically correct, even if the scientists of the Galaxy Alliance can't think of this aspect, but how can those priests, especially the Ascended from Chaotian Continent, can't think of it? In fact, many years ago, some people proposed this kind of idea, and some people even conducted experiments, but the realm of the soul was too far beyond reality to be touched. Those experiments made no progress except for some innocent people to suffer extreme pain in the spiritual world.

Practitioners are also not good, no matter whether it is a sword ghost, a nascent soul or a ghost, they cannot survive for too long after leaving the body. So Daoist Taiping used Thunder Soul Wood to transfer his soul to the disciple of the underworld named Yin San, so that he could leave the Sword Prison, and he did not dare to leave by himself.

The blood demon patriarch Chisong Zhenren has been conducting research in this area in secret, until he was discovered by Zeng Ju 30 years ago and gave up, but in fact he has been doing it secretly. The reason why he died under the sword of Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu may be that Patriarch Qingshan felt that he had gone too far.

Huanxi monk said: "I'm not that idiot Chisong. If I didn't see new possibilities, how could I think of this method again."

Zeng Ju said, "Where might you be talking about?"

"In the novel written by Jing Jiu. If he hadn't lied, then Nan Chi had managed to exist alone as a sword ghost before he died. Before he borrowed everything to turn his sword into life, he also existed in the form of a sword ghost for a long time. This shows that the soul can exist alone."

Huanxi Monk looked at him and said calmly: "When Xilai seriously injured Li Chunyang with the shadow of death in the galaxy outside the fog, I also saw the existence of the soul, that is, the trace of soul that Yinfeng left in his body, it didn't even realize it, but it existed."

Zeng Ju said with cold eyes: "Jingyang and Nan Chi are not ordinary people."

Monk Huanxi looked at him and said, "What about Qingtianjian?"

Zeng Ju said, "How about Qingtianjian?"

Huanxi monk said: "As Jianling became a living thing, those people in Qingtianjian also became real existences. Where did their souls come from?"

Zeng Ju said: "Qingtianjian is also a world, which naturally comes from the aura of heaven and earth."

Monk Huanxi said: "But now there is another change in the Qingtian Jian. Do you still remember the ghost under the plane tree?"

Zeng Ju said with a slightly different expression, "How?"

Monk Huanxi said, "Isn't that the soul of Emperor Zhao?"

Zeng Ju suddenly laughed, shook his head and said, "Literature, that's a literary description."

"Don't laugh, it's very guilty of laughing." Monk Huanxi said calmly: "I saw new situations and discovered new possibilities. In this case, why not try it? It's more reliable than your plan to ignite the stars."

Zeng Ju suppressed his smile, looked at him seriously and said, "If it's feasible, you will kill all human beings, extract their souls and put them in the Great Nirvana? Taiping only wants to kill all mortals. You... have gone too far."

Monk Huanxi opened his arms, like the shadow of the giant bird, and said, "Since there are still souls, why kill them?"

"Even if your judgment on Jingyang and Nanchi is correct, it is impossible for all human beings to reach that level of cultivation." Zeng Ju said in a deep voice, "In the end, you can only use Tianrentong to forcibly capture souls, and then use evil methods to refine solid shapes... As long as the will of those souls is slightly uncertain or dark, they will become dead souls!"

Huanxi Monk said: "Of course I will first find some clean souls to test."

Zeng Ju shook his head and said, "Who would voluntarily give your soul to you for experiments?"

Huanxi monk said: "I have countless believers, and they are all willing to sacrifice their souls to me, not to mention why this kind of thing has to be voluntary?"

He looked at Eve behind the table, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes, and said, "Her soul is very clean, and her will is very firm."

Just as he finished speaking, he plucked a rosary in his left hand, which meant that the time in this world moved forward by an instant.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to have stopped, and there was no whistling sound, but there was the sound of wind in the house.

Those wind noises came from Eve's body.

A very faint light and shadow was slowly leaving her.

Eve's eyes were still blank, she didn't know what she was thinking, and suddenly showed a painful expression.

Monk Huanxi vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't stop, and continued to use Celestial Art, trying to pull out her soul directly. How could Zeng Ju allow such an evil thing to happen in front of his eyes, and pointed at the back of Huanxi Monk's head from a distance.

Huanxi Monk neither dodged nor evaded, and calmly turned to look at him.

A golden lotus flower suddenly appeared under Zeng Ju's feet, emitting extremely high-temperature Buddha fire, enveloping it in an instant!

Monk Huanxi stood by the window for so long, not because he regretted Xue Ji's departure while looking at the snow scene, but because his feet gave birth to lotuses!

Zeng Ju looked at the deepest darkness in Monk Huanxi's eyes through the lotus fire, and said sadly, "You are indeed crazy."

Monk Huanxi drifted in the sea of ​​dark things for too long, and was dragged into an illusion by two dark beings. The golden body was not impregnated, but his consciousness was affected, which then magnified the dark side of the spiritual world. It was Zen Xin who gave birth to the black lotus and entered the magic way!

"There are no extraterrestrial demons, they are all in my heart."

Monk Huanxi softly groaned, pierced the lotus fire with his palm, brought out countless tiny fire dragons, and slapped Zeng Ju's face, intending to take his life.

Clap, clack, countless cracking sounds sounded at the same time.

The city hall has more than 300 rooms and more than 700 windows. These windows were damaged by the severe cold and low temperature in the past few days. At this time, all of them turned into debris and sprayed out of the building, forming beautiful white flowers.

The white flower formed by the shattered glass window only lasted for a short time, like Epiphyllum or the lotus flower in front of the window.

Two straight streams of air flowed straight from the city hall into the sky, reaching a very high place in the atmosphere.

The air here is very thin, and there are still flames on Zeng Ju's clothes, illuminating his pale face.

Huanxi Monk looked at him and said calmly: "Between life and death, you still have to think about not destroying the building and keeping the people inside alive. You can't go to the end of the road like this... Teacher, when I left Yimaozhai, I thought you were too pedantic."

Zeng Ju didn't speak, turned into an afterimage, appeared in front of Huanxi Monk, pointed like a sword, and attacked with righteous energy.

With a soft sound, a scratch appeared on Huanxi Monk's golden body, and the golden light became brighter.

In the distance behind him, a snow peak hundreds of kilometers away suddenly collapsed.

As expected of a sage in a cottage, a seemingly light finger has the power to destroy mountains and crack the sky.

Dozens of laser beams suddenly shot out from the ground, light warships outside the atmosphere, and military transfer spaceships, surrounding the Huanxi Monk.

Amidst the buzzing sound, Monk Huanxi's clothes were torn, and his golden body shone brightly, covering the sun in the sky.

In the ball of light woven by lasers, the thin figure was looming, and he made a clasped gesture with one hand.

The Buddha's light illuminates the sky and the collapsed snow peak in the distance.

Countless rays of light scattered in the atmosphere.

A light warship fell to the ground emitting black smoke, several battle mechs were shot into pieces by the light, and it is unknown how many people died.

Monk Huanxi looked indifferently, looked at Zeng Ju tens of kilometers away, took out an ancient clock, and tapped it lightly.

The bells sounded far away.

Zeng Ju's face became even paler, his thin lips parted slightly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

The mouthful of blood quickly condensed in the cold air, turning into something like blood coral, with a faint golden light on the edge.

He waved his sleeves.

The blood coral moved forward at an unimaginable speed. With the friction of the air, it became smoother and sharper, and gradually turned into a flying sword.

The blood of the saint is the sword.

Monk Huanxi's expression became more solemn, and he swung his right hand to hold the Great Nirvana, and stopped him in front of him.

With a soft snap, the Saint Sword landed on the Great Nirvana, and began to tremble violently, making a solemn buzzing sound, as if countless scholars were reading.

Monk Huanxi's eyes were calm, and his lips did not move, and then there were bursts of sutra sounds.

After an unknown amount of time, the Saint Sword gradually shattered and shattered, turning into countless blood-colored glazes and falling towards the ground.

The Great Nirvana is worthy of being the treasure of the practice world of the Chaotian Continent, and the soul of the Zen sect.

Monk Huanxi took back the Great Nirvana, looked at Zeng Ju in the distance and said, "Teacher, I told you on the Lieyang that you are not my opponent."

Zeng Ju remained silent, took out a pen and an inkstone from somewhere, and began to write with ink.

There is no real ink in the inkstone, just the sunlight dyed black by the color of the inkstone.

The pen looked obviously not ordinary.

This is a two-level thing from the talismans he usually writes casually.

Yes, the words carefully written by the sage are not symbols.

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Unexpectedly, Huanxi Monk didn't pick up the Great Nirvana, nor did he rely on the golden body to close the distance and attack, but stayed at the original position, and even took out a pen and a stack of paper to start writing!

He doesn't have an inkstone, but he has paper.

He is not a saint, but he is a Buddha.

The words carefully written by the Buddha are also scriptures.

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As soon as the tip of the pen was dipped in the sunlight in the inkstone, and using the blue sky as the paper, Zeng raised the pen and wrote a word. The sunlight on the tip of the pen scattered, and every hair on the pen broke.

The word fluttered away, seemingly as light as a kite, but as heavy as a mountain.

"Certainly."

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Monk Huanxi picked up a small pen, and wrote a word on the paper in a flat and serious manner.

There is no ink on the pen, but the handwriting is so clear where the pen is written.

Then he waved his hand, and the piece of paper drifted away to meet the fixed word.

What he wrote was an "ang".

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One is the word without paper.

One is the word without ink.

They are all the talismans of Yimaozhai, but they are written in different scriptures.

When the two characters meet at the edge of the atmosphere, they suddenly shine brightly, and countless huge winds are blown up, blowing away the clouds in the distance.

There was a crash, as if the paper was torn.

The piece of paper that Monk Huanxi wrote on was not torn, what was torn was the word "ding" written by Zeng Ju.

An ethereal and unspeakable brushstroke enveloped the sky above Wushan City, all the meanings were concentrated in one point, as if it fell on Zeng Ju's body with a stroke.

It was like a lightning strike.

Zeng Ju was chopped off from the sky, and landed obliquely on the ground, collapsing a cliff.

Monk Huanxi flew over the cliff and found that it was the half of the mountain that he smashed that night. If he felt something, he read: "When the mountain falls, it will be a grave."

Zeng Ju stood up from among the rocks, looked at the young monk in the sky, and said, "If it's an ordinary drama, I should call out a villain at this time, but I can't, because I don't teach you much. As for you always saying that you are a farmer, what you really want to be is a general, right?"

These words sounded indifferent, and there was no sarcasm, but there was a trace of anger on the face of the happy monk Qingjun.

"We all use the pens we used to copy books in Yi Mao Zhai back then, but my paper is made of peach bark in front of Shuiyue Temple. How can you be my opponent? Unless you use Guancheng pens. What's more, when I traveled to Chaotian Continent, I worshiped you as my teacher, learned Qingshan Sword Scripture as a guide, and visited various sects in Lengshan. I know what you know, but you don't know what I know. What's more, I have many treasures, and even the three thousand worlds of Nirvana!"

He looked at Zeng Ju quietly and said, "Teacher, how can you be my opponent?"

Zeng Ju wiped off the blood from the corners of his lips, straightened his clothes, and said calmly: "If you can't win the battle, you will surrender. You shouldn't have left the snowfield back then."

Monk Huanxi said blankly, "Did you say something when Master Chisong refined his soul?"

Zeng Ju said: "I didn't know it at the time, but now I think about it and regret it, so naturally I want to stop you."

"Really? But I really like that little girl's clean soul, or should I refine it in front of you and show it to you?"

Monk Huanxi still had no expression on his face, and his tone of voice did not pretend to be evil, but it filled the whole world with terror.

He stretched out his right hand to Wushan City dozens of kilometers away, aimed at the already dilapidated city hall, and wanted to capture Eve's soul.

Can Zeng Ju stop him? The next moment, Monk Huanxi suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the soul should be an invisible and substanceless existence, without feeling any weight, why the thing he caught was so heavy, like a stone?

He turned around and looked over there, only to realize that it wasn't the woman's clean soul that burst through the air from the city hall, but a mosaic that was very fuzzy, giving the impression of being covered in dust.

The mosaic was still in the sky several kilometers away, gradually showing its true appearance.

It turned out that it was a middle-aged man in a gray plaid shirt, naked, with a slightly dark complexion, and a calm expression.

Several battle armors landed in the city hall in the distance, and Eve should have been rescued.

Monk Huanxi raised his eyebrows slightly, without saying a word, he just punched him.

Countless golden flames sprouted from the fist, suddenly turned into a fire dragon, traveled several kilometers, and came to the middle-aged man.

Back then, in the cracks in the space of the Tianhuo Industrial Base, this Buddha Fire Dragon Fist directly repelled a dark man. Although there is no high-temperature magma in the planet now, the power of this punch is much smaller, but it is still extremely powerful, even if it is a real fairy-level magic weapon, it will be crushed by one punch.

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged, he was still so calm, even a little dull, but his movements were extremely fast. With a flip of his palm, a circular light mirror appeared in his hand. There were countless runes on the light mirror, and they moved quickly on their respective circular tracks.

Seeing this scene, Monk Huanxi was a little surprised and let out a soft moan.

At the same time, the giant dragon created by the Buddha's fire collided with the light mirror without any fancy, and unimaginable shock waves went in all directions.

With a loud bang, the snow on the surface of the earth jumped up one after another, like boiling milk.

The golden dragon gradually dissipated into the sky.

The light mirror also disappeared without a trace.

Huanxi Monk quietly looked at the middle-aged man, and suddenly stretched out his right hand.

The middle-aged man also stretched out his right hand.

Two huge golden palm prints appeared in the atmosphere, straddling the sky and the earth, and they met right there.

An even more unimaginable loud noise appeared on the surface of the planet, the wind howled, several residential buildings in the distance collapsed, and the spaceships flew away to avoid it.

"Zen Light Mirror, Mahamudra...Which junior in the temple are you? Zen son?"

Huanxi Monk looked at the middle-aged man and asked indifferently.

The middle-aged man didn't answer, and took out an inkstone and a pen.

The inkstone is not ordinary, and the pen looks not ordinary either.

He dipped the pen into the inkstone and began to write in the air.

Monk Huanxi understood the meaning of the other party, and became slightly angry. He stopped talking, took out a pen and paper, and wrote the word "anger" again.

The paper with anger written on it floated away, and soon came not far from the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man has not finished writing.

But it doesn't need to be finished.

Several rainbows arose from the end of the pen, tore the paper easily, and landed on the monk of Huanxi.

A golden straight line traveled tens of kilometers away, carving a deep ditch in the snow.

Monk Huanxi stood up from the bottom of the ditch, his monk's clothes were all torn, and a clear pen mark appeared on his chest.

He raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in the sky and asked, "What is this spelling? Who are you?"

"The pen is Guancheng brush, and the inkstone is Longwei inkstone."

The middle-aged man said, "I am Liu Shisui."