Chapter 950

This is the fate he chose for mankind.

All human beings choose to die, exist in the form of soul in some secret method, and then enter the three thousand world of great nirvana.

No matter those dark spores or dark energy itself, they are all infected with life and turn them into monsters who don't know life or death. If a living body such as human beings directly gives up the body and becomes an invisible existence, how can it be infected? Then you only need great Nirvana not to be attacked.

So Xueji must become the king of the sea of darkness.

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

Zeng looked into his eyes and said, "because it's impossible."

The happy monk said, "whether you or Zhao Layue, you know I'm going to use this means, but you don't mention it, just for fear of being persuaded by me?"

"This issue has been discussed before. I don't want to waste any more words." Said Zeng in a deep voice.

Turn human beings into soul forms, get rid of the shackles of the physical body, cut off the possibility of being infected, and then fundamentally solve the problem of the sea of dark things - this method is no problem in logic. Even if the scientists of the Star River alliance could not think of this aspect, how could those priests, especially the soaring ones from the celestial continent, not think of it? In fact, many years ago, some people put forward this idea, and even carried out experiments, but the field of the soul is too far away to touch. Those experiments have made no progress except that some innocent people have suffered the extreme pain of the spiritual world.

Practitioners can't do it either. No matter sword ghost, Yuan Ying or ghost, they can't last too long after leaving the noumenon. Therefore, immortal Taiping used thunder soul wood to transfer the spirit to the nether son named Yin San, so that he could leave the sword prison without daring to leave by himself.

Chisong immortal, the ancestor of the blood devil, has been secretly doing research in this field until he was found thirty years ago, but in fact, he has been doing it secretly. The reason why he died under the swords of Cao Yuan and Jing Jiu may be that Founder Qingshan thought he had gone too far.

The happy monk said, "I'm not the idiot of red pine. If I don't see new possibilities, how can I think of this method again."

Zeng Ju said, "where can you say?"

"In the novel written by Jing Jiu. If he didn't lie, Nanxu had made the sword ghost exist alone before he died. He also existed in the form of sword ghost for a long time before he took advantage of everything to turn the sword, which shows that the soul can exist alone. "

The happy monk looked at him and said calmly, "when Xilai seriously injured Li Chunyang with that kind of death shadow in the fog extraterrestrial system, I also saw the existence of the soul, that is, the trace of soul left by Yin Feng in his body. It doesn't realize it, but it exists."

Zeng raised his eyes slightly cold and said, "Jingyang and Nanxu are not ordinary people."

The happy monk looked at him and said, "what about the blue sky mirror?"

Zeng Ju said, "how about qingtianjian?"

The happy monk said, "as Jianling became a living creature, those people in qingtianjian also became real beings. Where did their souls come from?"

Zeng Ju said: "qingtianjian is also a world. Nature comes from heaven and earth."

The happy monk said, "but now qingtianjian has changed again. Do you remember the ghost under the Wutong tree?

Zeng raised a slightly different look and said, "how?"

The happy monk said, "isn't that the soul of the emperor of Zhao?"

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

"Don't laugh, smile very guilty." The happy monk said calmly, "I saw new situations and found new possibilities. In that case, why not try? It's more reliable than your plan to ignite stars."

Zeng Ju smiled, looked at him and said, "if it is feasible, you will kill all humans, extract their souls and put them in Nirvana? Taiping just wants to kill all mortals. You... Go too far. "

The joyful monk opened his arms like the shadow of the giant bird and said, "since there is still a soul, how can I kill it?"

"Even if you are right about Jingyang and southward trend, it is impossible for all human beings to practice to that state." Zeng raised a deep voice and said, "in the end, you can only use tianrentong to forcibly seize the soul, and then refine the solid form with the evil skill... As long as the will of those souls is slightly uncertain or in the dark, they will become dead souls!"

The happy monk said, "of course I will try some clean souls first."

Zeng shook his head and said, "who will voluntarily give you the soul to experiment?"

The joyful monk said, "I have countless believers who are willing to sacrifice their souls to me, not to mention why they have to do this voluntarily?"

He looked at eve behind the table with an appreciative look in his eyes and said, "her soul is very clean and her will is very firm."

The voice fell, and the rosary on his left hand moved one, which meant that the time of the world moved forward for a moment.

The wind and snow outside the window seemed to stand still and no longer make a whistling sound, but there was a wind in the house.

The wind came from Eve's body.

A very faint light and shadow is slowly leaving her.

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

Joyful monk vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't stop. He continued to use the communication between heaven and man, trying to pull out her spirit directly. Zeng raised where he would allow such an evil thing to happen in front of his own eyes, and pointed to the back of the happy monk with a finger in the air.

Joyful monk did not hide, calmly turned and looked at him.

A golden lotus suddenly appeared at Zeng Ju's feet, emitting extremely high-temperature Buddha fire, and wrapped it in an instant!

Happy monk stood by the window for so long, not regretting Xueji's departure in front of the snow, but giving birth to lotus under his feet!

Zeng held it across the lotus fire, looked at the deepest darkness in the bottom of the happy monk's eyes, and said with some sadness, "you are really crazy."

The happy monk drifted in the sea of dark things for too long, and was dragged into the illusion by two dark people. The golden body was not soaked, but his consciousness was affected, and then amplified the dark side of the spiritual world. Unexpectedly, the Zen heart gave birth to Black Lotus and entered the devil's way!

"There are no foreign demons. They are all in my heart."

The joyful monk whispered, passing his palm through the lotus fire, brought out countless tiny fire dragons, patted Zeng's face, and would take his life.

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

The white flowers formed by the broken glass window only lasted for a very short time, like Epiphyllum and the lotus in front of the window.

Two straight streams of air rose from the city hall into the sky and reached the very top of the atmosphere.

The air here was thin, and there was still a flame on his clothes, illuminating his pale face.

The happy monk looked at him and said calmly, "between life and death, you have to think about not destroying the building and letting the people inside live. In this way, you can't go to the end of the Avenue... Teacher, I thought you were too pedantic when I left yimaozhai."

Zeng Ju didn't speak, but turned into a residual shadow and appeared in front of the happy monk. He pointed out that it was like a sword and attacked it with healthy qi.

With a light sound, a scratch appeared on the gold body of the happy monk, and the golden light was brighter.

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

It is worthy of being a saint of Maozhai. It seems that a light finger has the power to destroy the mountain and crack the air.

Dozens of lasers were suddenly shot from light warships and military transfer spacecraft on the ground and outside the atmosphere, surrounding the happy monk.

In the buzzing sound, the happy monk's clothes were ragged and his gold body suddenly shone, which covered the sun in the sky.

In the light ball woven by laser, the thin figure loomed and made a one handed action.

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

Countless rays of light were scattered in the atmosphere.

A light warship fell to the ground with black smoke. Several fighter armor were shot to pieces by light. I don't know how many people died.

The happy monk looked indifferent. Looking at Zeng Ju dozens of kilometers away, he took out an ancient clock and knocked it gently.

The bell rang far away.

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

The blood coagulated rapidly in the cold air and turned into something like blood coral, with a faint golden light on the edge.

He waved his sleeve.

Blood coral moved forward at an unimaginable speed. With the friction of the air, it became more and more luminous, slippery and sharp, and gradually became a flying sword.

The sage's blood is the sword.

The happy monk looked more dignified, turned his right hand, held Nirvana and stopped in front of him.

With a light bang, the sage's sword fell on the nirvana and began to tremble violently, making a solemn hum, as if countless scholars were reading.

The happy monk's eyes were quiet, and his lips did not move, so there were bursts of sutras.

I don't know how long it took, the sage's sword gradually disintegrated, turned into countless blood colored glass and fell to the ground.

Great nirvana is worthy of being the most precious treasure in the practice world of Chaotian mainland and the soul of Zen.

The happy monk took back the nirvana, looked at Zeng Ju in the distance and said, "teacher, I said on the scorching sun that you are not my opponent."

Zeng juping was silent. He didn't know where to take out a pen and an inkstone and began to dip in ink to write.

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

The pen looked obviously not ordinary.

This is a two-level thing with the symbols he usually writes casually.

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

Yes.

Unexpectedly, the joyful monk did not pick up nirvana, nor did he make a close attack with his golden body, but still stayed in his original position. He also took out a pen and a stack of paper and began to write!

He has no inkstone, but he has paper.

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

The words carefully written by the Buddha are also sutras.

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As soon as the tip of the pen dipped in the sunshine in the inkstone, taking the blue sky as the paper, Zeng raised his pen and wrote a word. The sunlight on the tip of the pen scattered and the hairs broke.

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

"Yes."

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The happy monk picked up a small pen and wrote a word on the paper.

There is no ink on the pen, but the writing is so clear.

Then he waved his hand, and the paper floated away to meet the fixed word.

He wrote a "Chen".

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One is paperless.

One is an inkless word.

They are all runes of Maozhai, but they write different scriptures.

The two words met at the edge of the atmosphere. Suddenly, they burst into light, rolled up countless huge winds, and blew away the clouds in the distance.

There was a crash, as if the paper had been torn open.

The piece of paper written by the happy monk was not broken. What was broken was the word "Ding" once raised and written.

A misty and unspeakable pen shrouded the sky of Wushan city. All the meanings gathered at one point, as if they fell on Zeng Ju.

It's like a bolt of lightning.

Zeng Ju was directly cut off from the sky, fell obliquely to the ground and collapsed a cliff.

The joyful monk flew over the cliff and found that it was half of the mountain he had smashed that night. If he felt it, he read, "the mountain will be a grave."

Zeng Ju stood up from the mountains and rocks, looked at the young monk in the sky, and said with emotion: "if it's an ordinary play, it's time to drink an evil disciple, but I can't shout it out, because I don't teach you much. As for you always say you're a farmer, in fact, what you really want to do is the general?"

The words sounded indifferent, and there was no irony. There was a touch of anger on Qingjun's face.

"We all use the pen we used to copy books in yimaozhai, but my paper is made of peach tree skin in front of Shuiyue nunnery. How do you intend to be my opponent? Unless you use a Guan Cheng pen. What's more, when I visited Chaotian mainland, I worshipped you as my teacher, got the green mountain sword Sutra as my guide, and visited all schools in Lengshan. I can do whatever you can, but you can't. what's more, I have many treasures and the three thousand worlds of Nirvana! "

He looked at Zeng Ju quietly and said, "teacher, how are you my opponent?"

Zeng raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, sorted out his clothes, and calmly said, "if you can't win, you should surrender. You shouldn't have left the snow field in those years."

The happy monk said expressionless, "what did you say when immortal Akamatsu refined his soul?"

Zeng Ju said, "I didn't know at that time. Now I regret when I think about it. Naturally, I want to stop you."

"Really? But I really like the little girl's clean soul, or I'll refine it for you in front of you? "

The happy monk's face still had no expression, and his tone did not pretend to be evil. However, it filled the whole world with the meaning of terror.

He extended his right hand to Wushan city tens of kilometers away, aimed at the dilapidated city hall, and wanted to catch Eve's soul.

Can Zeng Ju still stop him? At the next moment, the happy monk suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the soul should be invisible and have no quality, and he could not feel any weight. Why was the thing he caught so heavy, like a stone?

When he turned and looked over, he found that what came from the city hall was not the woman's clean soul, but a very fuzzy mosaic full of dust.

The mosaic stood still in the sky several kilometers away and gradually showed its true appearance.

It turned out that it was a middle-aged man wearing a gray plaid shirt. He had a dark complexion and a calm look.

Several battle armor fell on the city hall in the distance, which should have saved Eve.

The happy monk raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't speak. He directly punched in the past.

Countless golden flames emerged from his fist, suddenly turned into a fire dragon, crossed a distance of several kilometers and came to the middle-aged man.

Originally, in the space crack of Tianhuo industrial base, this Buddha fire dragon fist directly repelled a dark one. Now, although it is not led by the high-temperature magma in the planet, the power of this fist is much smaller, but it is also extremely powerful. Even the real immortal magic weapon will be broken by a fist.

The middle-aged man remained calm and even steady. His movements were very fast. His palm was turned over. A circular light mirror appeared in his hand. There were numerous runes on the light mirror, moving rapidly on their circular orbits.

Looking at this picture, the happy monk was surprised and gave a light EEE.

At the same time, the Dragon generated by the Buddha fire hit the light mirror without any fancy, and the unimaginable shock wave went in all directions.

With a loud bang, the snow on the earth jumped up one after another, like boiling milk. The Golden Dragon gradually dissipated into the sky. The light mirror also disappeared. The happy monk looked at the middle-aged man quietly and suddenly stretched out his right hand. The middle-aged man also stretched out his right hand. Two huge golden fingerprints appeared in the atmosphere, crossing between heaven and earth. There was a more unimaginable noise on the surface of the planet, the wind roared, several residential buildings in the distance collapsed, and the spacecraft flew away one after another“ Zen light mirror, big handprint... Which descendant of the temple are you? Zen son? " The happy monk looked at the middle-aged man and asked calmly. The middle-aged man did not answer and took out an inkstone and a pen. The inkstone is not ordinary, and the pen looks not ordinary. He dipped his pen in the inkstone and began to write in the air. The happy monk understood the meaning of the other party. He was slightly angry and stopped talking. He took out his pen and paper directly and wrote another word "anger". The paper with angry words floated away and soon came not far from the middle-aged man. The words of the middle-aged man are not finished yet. But you don't need to finish it. Several rainbows rose at the end of the pen, easily tore up the paper, and then fell on the happy monk. A golden straight line went tens of kilometers away and carved a deep ditch in the snow. The happy monk stood up from the bottom of the ditch, his monk's clothes were broken, 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's this writing? Who the hell are you? "“ The pen is Guancheng pen, and the inkstone is dragon tail inkstone. " The middle-aged man said, "I'm Liu ten." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.