The bald man suddenly appeared stunned Zhaoming, and then quickly took a few dozen steps back and looked over with a vigilant look. Shura was the same, holding a ball of blood in his hand, ready to take action at any time.

Who is this person? Zhaoming thought in his heart that there was no sign of any sign, and his strength was naturally extraordinary. It was just an indescribable strange feeling. He could not feel any danger from the other party, and he didn't know if the other party had any unusual skills that could affect his mind.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden change in his heart, and thought of a possibility, and immediately asked, "Are you the one sent by Prince Bifang to release these witch tribes?"

The bald man folded his hands together and said, "Good, good, I am wandering all over the sea, like a float floating in the sea, without roots and no connections. I will not be the person sent by Prince Bifang as the donor said."

Shura snorted coldly: "Do you think we will believe it? Just do whatever you want. I have already killed enough money anyway."

Both of them were killed for the sake of killing, and even more so in order to gain time as cleanly as possible. In this moment, nearly 10,000 witch tribes have died at the hands of the two. In terms of quantity alone, the two of them are no longer losing money.

The bald man shook his head: "I am a miserable monk, not for killing, but for the purpose of persuading the two donors to let go of their violent hearts and not to miss their lives."

"Haha!" Zhaoming laughed: "Do you want to save these witch tribes? Yes, don't say so much nonsense."

He didn't know the other party's origin, but he had already determined in his heart that the other party should have come to save these witch tribes.

Unexpectedly, the bald man who called the Desperate Monk shook his head again: "I am not here to save the witch clan. The cause and effect in this world is difficult to determine. They are abused by the two donors as weak today. If I save them, how can I know that they will not abuse other weak people as strong people in the future?"

"At that time, how should the cause and effect be calculated? The karma of the person being killed must be borne by me. The monks and Taoists do not understand, and dare not or have the ability to bear it."

Zhaoming frowned slightly: "You told me not to do anything to kill, and you also said that it was not for saving these witch tribes. Do you think our brothers are stupid, or are you idiots yourself?"

"Good, good!" The monk said the Zen name again: "I came here not to save the witch clan, but to resolve the anger in the hearts of the two donors."

"I have six supernatural powers in my practice, one of which is called fate power. If I can practice to the greatest extent, I can calculate the past and future. Now, because the power of the heavenly way is limited, I can also observe the influence of karma."

"Although the two donors have a shallow cultivation, the heavy anger in their hearts is hard to compare. I can see that the two karma are plagued by their fate and become more and more serious, until the future is like a sea of ​​blood, and no one in the world can compare. In the future, they will definitely commit a person with great murder."

"I was mistaken by others in the past and took on the next great cause and effect, and I don't know how to resolve it. Now I can only hope to resolve the anger in the hearts of the two donors to calm the great cause and effect."

Shura sneered: "I'll say something magically sneered, but I don't know what you want to say. Just do it if you want to do it. Otherwise, I'll do it."

The monk shook his head: "Good, good, I am here to resolve the anger in my heart. If I still take action, what qualifications do I have to let you stop?"

"Haha!" Zhaoming laughed: "It sounds nice. What if my brothers don't want you to resolve this so-called hostility and karma?"

"Good, good!" The monk sighed: "I have a word that the two donors may not like to listen. I hope to resolve the anger in my heart. It is indeed saving the tens of thousands of witch clans, but in the final analysis, it is saving the two donors themselves."

"The cause and effect of heaven is unhappy. People who are plagued by karma have once enjoyed their grudges and were free and free, but one day they will eventually be retaliated by karma and suffer for a lifetime. This is the principle of heaven. No one can resist under heaven."

Zhaoming laughed again: "If we can kill all the witch tribes in the world and avenge their grudges, even if we are backfired by karma, what's wrong with suffering for a lifetime? What I wish!"

He sneered again: "It's all the way of heaven when you open your mouth and keep silent. Then tell me, what is the way of heaven?"

The monk sighed when he heard this and did not speak for a long time.

Zhaoming immediately sneered: "What, can't you say it?"

The monk shaking his head: "No, there is a saying that disaster comes from the mouth. Someone once asked me this question back then. I originally told him about my understanding of the monk to relieve my doubts. But his later words and deeds seemed to be affected by what I said that day. I don't know if there is another karma of cause and effect."

"If you don't know, don't know, don't talk nonsense!" Shura snorted.

The monk shook his head repeatedly, then waved it casually, and a wooden barrel appeared on the ground, counting casually, and there were exactly fifty wooden boards a week. Half a bucket of water was filled with no wind or waves, and the water waves were gushing.

"No one knows the mystery of the way of heaven except Pangu, and I can only say that I have only a single understanding of it. The so-called way of heaven is like this bucket."

"Everyone is like water, and the way of heaven is like a bucket. The bucket traps the water, but it also protects the water. The water is protected by the bucket, but it continues to erode the bucket."

The bitter monk suddenly waved his hand and one piece of fifty wooden boards was immediately pulled away. Although it was maintained by magical powers so that the water could not be written out, the wooden barrel became no longer stable because of the missing piece.

The water waves kept shaking, making the wooden barrel even more unbearable. In just a moment, it was about to collapse.

"In the past, the way of heaven was lacking, and the fifty great way of heaven was played forty and nine, so it was not stable. If no one changed it and was impacted by the power of sentient beings, it would sooner or later become like this."

As soon as the words fell, the wooden barrel collapsed, his magical powers disappeared, and the water in the barrel sprinkled on the ground, and all of them disappeared.

"Without the way of heaven, sentient beings in the world cannot survive. Fortunately, Taoist ancestor Hongjun has a great compassion and uses his body to integrate the way. Now that the way of heaven has been completed, it is naturally difficult to collapse again."

I thought the Savior Monk would speak nonsense, but after hearing this, it seemed that what he said was quite reasonable, but Zhaoming naturally would not give up. He sneered and said again: "You still haven't said clearly what the way of heaven is?"

"Good, good!" The suffering monk recited the Zen name: "I didn't know what the way of heaven was. I only knew that this thing was the most common one, which could affect everything in the world. Those who make evil fruits today will be tortured by karma in the future, and those who make good fruits today will be able to get good fruits in the future."

"Even if today is arrogant and glorious, if you do not know how to be grateful to the heaven and earth, do good deeds, and achieve good results, you will be abandoned by the way of heaven in the future."

"After all, the way of heaven is more like a rule, a circle. If you are willing to abide by this rule and stand in the circle, it will protect you. If you are unwilling to abide by the rules and rush outside the circle, it will inevitably abandon you until you are destroyed."

"Haha!" Zhaoming laughed: "Absurd, ridiculous! Extremely ridiculous, ridiculous."

He then shouted to the bitter monk: "The witch tribe killed countless demon tribes, and never did good deeds to achieve good results. Just because he respected Pangu, he gained the fortune between heaven and earth and dominated the prehistoric world. Is this the so-called fairness?"

The monk of suffering immediately shook his head: "Good, good! The witch clan has obtained Pangu's fortune, so it should be today's grand occasion. But if you don't know how to be grateful and just create a murderous crime, you will sooner or later be subject to karma and suffer the consequences of evil."

Zhaoming smiled coldly: "Sooner or later? How long? When? Should I wait until there is no more death in my demon clan? What's the point at that time?"

"I escaped from the Demon Garden, and walked all the way until now, and experienced countless hardships, I understood a truth: my life should be in my own hands, and my future should be fought for myself. If I just wait for the so-called retribution of heaven, I have already died in the Demon Garden, in Wudao, and outside the Sky Ridge."

Pointing at the wooden barrel that has not yet disappeared on the ground, "I think it makes sense to compare the way of heaven to a wooden barrel, and all living beings to water. But there is one thing I want to ask the way of heaven, what is beyond the way of heaven?"

"Good, good, outside the way of heaven is naturally the great way of heaven and earth!" The bitter monk replied.

Zhaoming immediately asked: "How do you know it is the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, or if it is the Great Way of Heaven and Earth, how do you know that it will harm sentient beings? But you have felt it with your own hands, heard it with your own ears or seen it with your own eyes?"

The monk shook his head: "No, I'm just speculating. What is beyond the way of heaven? I'm afraid no one really knows except Pangu."

"Yes, no one knows!" Zhaoming immediately said loudly, "Since no one knows, how do you know that the outside of this bucket is a dry land that will make everyone doomed, rather than the rushing seas?"

"If this barrel is not standing upright on the plain, but floating in the vast ocean. After it is broken, will it be good or bad for the water inside?"

"You regard the way of heaven as protecting our existence, but in my opinion, it may be just a cage that Pangu used to imprison us."

"It may have allowed the world to run in an orderly manner, but in my opinion, it has never been fair."

"Its existence has caused the injustice in this world to be continuously expanded. It is just an umbrella for the witch clan and has not protected anything else. Only by completely destroying it can I win the true freedom and fairness I yearn for!"

"If you want to save these witch tribes, just do it. I don't plan to leave alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhaoming condensed flames and killed the surrounding witch clans. Shura also held a long blood-colored sword and slashed out red rainbows. They had no intention of living, they just hoped to kill one more, even if they had made one.

"Good, good! The obsession is too deep!" The monk shook his head and sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

Zhaoming was slightly stunned. He thought the other party was just talking nonsense, but he didn't expect that he was really not ready to take action.

"We've fought with them!"

The disappearance of the bitter monk made the witch clan feel that the hope he saw had fallen again. Finally, he no longer had any hope. With a courageous spirit in his heart, he rushed towards the two of them desperately.

It was just that the gap in strength made this behavior of planning to burn together and it saved Zhaoming and Shura from chasing.

One after another, the witch tribe fell down, and corpses piled up one after another.

Within half an hour, as the last witch clan was cut off by Shura's head, there was no other living person in the Heavenly Prison.
Chapter completed!