The temple is very uneasy. Even if the powerful men have seen many geniuses, they still cannot understand what happened this time.

Because eight spiritual thoughts have fallen, and almost all of them have been broken into Qi Chen's hands, they feel incredible.

"What the hell is going on? Brother Wudi, you join forces with the Bailian Demon Lord, and you are so cautious, how could you be no match for him?"

Luo Wudi showed doubts on his face and said lightly: "I'm also very surprised that the last move of the funeral of the Kingdom of Heaven has been hit. How could he miss the Hundred Refining Demon Lords there?"

He looked at the Hundred Refining Demon Lord.

"Demon Lord, what situation do you perceive?"

"I don't know." The Bailian Demon Lord looked confused, "In theory, even if my spiritual thoughts die, I can at least know a rough idea through the faint cause and effect. But this time, it seems that all the cause and effect have been cut off."

"This only means that the man has a magic weapon to block cause and effect in his hand."

"What kind of method is it?" Everyone was shocked. The many powerful people in the mountains and the power of the temple were fighting against a boy in a lively realm outside the mountain through a hundred thousand mountains, and they were constantly falling. This was no longer a strength that could explain everything.

"Two left."

Master Yunmu and Venerable Mo Shunjiang looked quite focused.

"There are two strategies in total. If we hide and wait until a month is over, the poison will take effect. This is the safest way." Master Yunmu said, "The second way is to let a person go over and take a look, try to get more information and figure out the specific situation. Even if we lose, as long as we destroy the spiritual thoughts before death, we can obtain enough cause and effect, and then infer the cause."

Two ways.

Obviously, the second method is the best.

As powerful people who are superior, they cannot bear to have their spiritual thoughts killed inexplicably, especially Qi Chen, who is just a lively realm.

"If there were no 100,000 mountains, there would be no need to be such a trouble." Venerable Yuliu was a little dissatisfied.

Master Yunmu reminded: "Honor Yuliu, please pay attention to your words. The 100,000 mountains saved the lives of all of us in the mountains. It was created by the immortals who gave up themselves."

Venerable Yuliu was silent for a moment.

Master Yunmu looked at Mo Shunjiang of the Mo Shen clan. Now there are only spiritual thoughts of the two of them. Although they cannot directly talk to spiritual thoughts, at least the decisions here can vaguely affect the behavior of spiritual thoughts.

"What do you think of Master Mo Shunjiang?"

The Three Immortal Sects should also give the highest respect to the Desert God clan.

Venerable Mo Shunjiang's eyes were extremely dark and said, "Let's follow the second plan to ensure that everything is foolproof. However, now, my spiritual thoughts are in the ancestral land of the family and will not be able to come out for a while. Please ask Master Yunmu to go and take a look."

“Okay.”

Master Yunmu has a gentle look. He and Venerable Mo Shunjiang are the most powerful ones. Because the demon clan is not good at spiritual thoughts, they come from first-class forces, and Master Yunmu is the head of the Three Immortal Sect.

As the head of the sect, there is definitely something extraordinary, otherwise it will be convincing.

...

"Qi Chen, what's wrong with you? Did you kill those two powerful men?"

Qi Chen opened the communication and found that Sang Shouzhu sent a message.

"I'm fine, I'll keep waiting for them here."

In Jianghua City, the living people are evacuating. Since this place has become a battlefield, don’t harm the other two places.

He stood in a square, and the bodies around him were moved away, and the surroundings were extremely deserted, and blood covered the entire ground like graffiti.

Several mutated vultures were wandering over the sky, but they were reluctant to come down to carve some minced meat, because the aura of the strong people in the city was too strong, which made them feel dangerous.

The fountain was still flowing, but it had melted most of the time. The water flowed out along the cracks, but unfortunately it could not clean the blood on the ground.

Blood is imprinted in this city.

He knew that those powerful people who sat upright in the temple would not give up so much, this is everyone's psychology.

They will be angry, they will be curious, how can an ant step on their heads?

So Qi Chen is sure that they will come.

The best way is to come one person and the other person watch the change.

"Mingming Woo..."

At this moment, a voice came from a shop next to it.

It was a candy shop.

The candy shop collapsed halfway, and one of the little boys held a blood-stained lollipop to suppress his fear, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

His mother, who had been crushed to death, died beside him.

The little boy looked at Qi Chen, without crying, just stood there in a daze.

His face was covered with dust. He looked at Qi Chen and then at the lollipop in his hand.

A few feathers fell from the sky, which were white feathers, completely different from this lifeless and bloody Jianghua City, exuding a breath of tranquility and peace.

Gugugugu—

A group of white doves appeared, some flying in the air, and some landed on the ground, each full of energy and soft feathers.

I don’t know when a young monk appeared in front of the little boy.

The monk's head is very beautiful, and in Qi Chen's eyes, it is true. After all, some people are not good-looking in shaved heads.

But this young monk is indeed very good-looking. His head is not too round or too flat. In short, seeing him, Qi Chen felt that this person would not be able to become a monk.

His cassock was covered with dust and his feet were covered with broken straw sandals, like an ascetic monk. Even the wooden fish in his hand had traces of scratching.

But his eyes were always gentle, neither fast nor slow, just like the last drop of dew illuminated by the sun in spring.

The little boy looked up at the young monk.

It looks really good.

This was his first feeling.

White doves were flying around the young monk, as if he was a world himself, isolated from this world.

"Want to eat?" The monk looked at the lollipop in the boy's hand.

The boy was hunched and had no answer.

Colorful lollipops are stained with blood.

The monk stretched out his hand, his hand was very clean, he stretched out a finger and gently tapped it on the lollipop, so the blood on it dissipated.

The white dove flapped its wings and its feathers were in front of the blood and energy around it.

The lollipops were purified.

"It's ready to eat."

The boy bit his lips and did not move.

“Why not eat it?”

"Because the lollipops were stained with blood." Qi Chen said.

The monk turned around, confused: "But I have purified it."

"That's his mother's blood."

The monk still wondered.

Qi Chen shook his head. He knew why the other party didn't understand, because the disciples of the Three Immortal Sect believed that light could purify all filth.

So he added another sentence.

"That's blood, not filth."

"The blood that has not been purified is filth. When a person is born, he carries his original sin and can only be improved under the light." said the monk.

Only then did Qi Chen realize that the Taoist sect of the Three Immortal Sects were still slightly different from the Buddhist sect. They did not think that it was the Holy Son who created humans.

The Son created this world, and human thoughts are the source of filth.

Once a person has a different thought than the Holy Son, he will be contaminated.

Qi Chen frowned and looked at him. The monk with white pigeons was incompatible with the environment here.

The monk's eyes were condensed and powerful, like those rising incense.

"Master Yunmu." Qi Chen clasped his hands together and looked at the other party cautiously.

"The venerables of the temple all want me to come and see what special things are there? I didn't expect to be so ordinary." Master Yunmu smiled. He was originally rough, but his spiritual thoughts were extremely gentle, like a scholar.

"Suppose the master." Qi Chen calmed down.

"No, because of ordinaryness, it is more special. Ordinaryness is just an appearance. I have been observing you, the more ordinary I look at you, but this also makes me uneasy." Master Yunmu pondered and did not hide it.

Qi Chen laughed at himself: "I thought after the master came, he would first look at the dead lives here. Those miserable ghosts might float in the air and look at the master."

"Do they deserve to die? The master wouldn't feel guilty about it?"

"Why do you feel guilty? I only see dirty blood and ugly corpses. This is their life."

"Sometimes, we have to accept our fate, because fate is given by the Holy Son of Light."

Qi Chen shook his head, obviously disagreeing with this illogical statement.

This is not fate, this is power.
Chapter completed!