"Jiang is just telling the truth." Jiang Feng said disrespectfully.

The Yuantian Sect at that time was the same as the Three Pure Sects. It originally had a great opportunity to become the ancestor of the Yuan Sect, but for various reasons, it ended in failure. It has to be said that it was a huge regret.

The reason why Jiang Feng believed that Yuantian Sect had no chance now was not because of belittling Yuantian Sect, but because the times have become very different.

From ancient times to ancient times, everything is in trouble. It is the best era. All things are fighting and a hundred flowers are blooming. It is also the most brilliant era. Order is established, geniuses are everywhere, and saints come to the world.

The current order, whether it is the practice order or the social order, has been inherited since then, at most it is just a few irrelevant patches, and the impact on the overall situation is minimal.

The ambition of Yuantian Sect does not seem to be a bad thing, but if you really plan to implement such ambition, it will be to some extent to tear the existing order apart.

Even the Yuantian Sect in its heyday was impossible to touch the current order. What's more, the Yuantian Sect is as dangerous as it is, why should it touch the order?

Jiang Feng said that it was telling the truth, it was true, it was telling the truth.

But since ancient times, good medicine has been bitter and honest, and the truth may not be what the middle-aged monk is willing to hear!

However, Jiang Feng didn't know that the middle-aged monk knew about this, otherwise he would not have lost his composure.

"Are you not afraid that I will kill you if you speak so loudly?" said the middle-aged monk.

Jiang Feng's words hit the nail on the head. It was not Jiang Feng's mistake, but Jiang Feng's right. This made the middle-aged monk very angry and wished he could slap Jiang Feng to death and kill someone to silence him.

When such thoughts emerged from my mind, they grew wildly like the wild grass. The middle-aged monk looked at Jiang Feng like that and his eyes were unstable, and his murderous intent was boiling.

"Kill me?"

Jiang Feng chuckled indifferently and said, "If you want to kill Jiang to silence me just because Jiang told the truth, Jiang would only be even more disappointed."

"What does it mean?" said the middle-aged monk coldly.

"I can see the whole leopard with a glimpse!" Jiang Feng said lazily.

If the middle-aged monk takes action, Jiang Feng will only look down on the other party. Yuantian Sect is struggling to plan for endless years, but there is only such a pattern, which is destined to be unable to become a climate!

A middle-aged monk had never heard this sentence, but after savoring it, it was not difficult to understand what Jiang Feng meant. His face was gloomy and clear. I have to say that Jiang Feng was too good at bewitching people's words. It was obvious that those words were just casual words, but they were targeted and pointed directly at the key points.

For a moment, he asked him to kill Jiang Feng, and he would not kill Jiang Feng!

"What is the Heavenly Lord?"

Just as the middle-aged monk was thinking about this, the sound of Jiang Feng speaking came from his ears.

"Are you asking me for advice?" asked the middle-aged monk, joking.

"Yes, ask for advice!" Jiang Feng said seriously.

Jiang Feng found that the depth of the middle-aged monk's cultivation was unaware that he could not see through it. This is the Heavenly Lord. A Heavenly Lord is right in front of him. How could Jiang Feng miss the opportunity to ask for advice?

Even though Jiang Feng knew it, the time was not right.

"Why do you think that this Heavenly Lord will inform you?" said the middle-aged monk with a smile.

The middle-aged monk could naturally see that Jiang Feng was only one step away from the Heavenly Lord, and it was even very likely that Jiang Feng was already half a step away from the Heavenly Lord.

With a little help, it is not impossible for Jiang Feng to improve his cultivation level. With just one thought, he will become the Heavenly Lord.

But why did he do that?

What are the benefits for him?

You know, he had the intention to kill Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng turned around and asked him for advice. It was ridiculous. The middle-aged monk was very curious about where Jiang Feng got his courage and confidence.

Jiang Feng's face was very calm, and there was no slight fluctuation because of the middle-aged monk's words. He chuckled and said, "Are you willing to be willing to die in the womb of Yuantian Sect?"

"What do you want to say?" The middle-aged monk's face turned pale. How could he not hear it? Jiang Feng had something in his words.

"Jiang is just asking a few questions from seniors. It's not a problem to force others, but seniors, you are trying to force others. What should I do if I do this for juniors?" Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"Rareless!" The middle-aged monk was unhappy. Jiang Feng was clearly threatening him. How could he tolerate it?

"The Heavenly Lord is not a secret." Jiang Feng said seriously.

The saints in this world do not come out, and the Heavenly Lord is broken, but the existence of the Heavenly Lord has never been a secret.

"If Senior told him truthfully, Jiang should be satisfied with some of his requirements. After all, Senior has been in this ancient realm for too long, but he doesn't know that the changes in the outside world are earth-shaking!" Jiang Feng said slowly.

The middle-aged monk stared at Jiang Feng tightly. After a while, he said in a narrow voice: "What do you mean is that I, Yuantian Sect, still have a chance?"

The middle-aged monk remembers it very clearly. Jiang Feng said just now that Yuantian Sect has no chance, and at this time, Jiang Feng was hinting that there is still a glimmer of opportunity.

This made the middle-aged monk very puzzled, and he didn't know what tricks Jiang Feng was playing.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said, "This is no longer the past. Many situations are different. What do you think, senior?"

The middle-aged monk knew that Jiang Feng was right. He had been in the ancient realm for too long and had far from understanding the outside world. Jiang Feng was very smart and kept holding on to it as a bargaining chip for negotiations with him.

The middle-aged monk knew that such a smart guy would definitely not do stupid things, so he meant that Jiang Feng might be able to really point him out the way.

Even if it is only one in ten thousand possible, middle-aged monks know that they cannot miss it themselves.

"Tianzun?"

Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk smiled and said, "As we all know, the Venerable has nine realms, but the Heavenly Lord is different. This is because the Heavenly Lord has infinite possibilities!"

After a pause, the middle-aged monk said, "The most powerful Heavenly Lord can beat the saint!"

Jiang Feng nodded, listened silently, and waited for the middle-aged monk to continue talking.

"When people mention the Heavenly Venerable, they all agree that after the peak of the ninth level of the Venerable, they are at the Heavenly Venerable realm, but in fact they are not the case." Then the middle-aged monk said again.

"Um?"

Jiang Feng's thoughts moved slightly, and a surprised divine light flashed in his eyes. This was the first time I heard this statement.

Taking Jiang Feng's reaction into his eyes, the middle-aged monk's eyes became more interesting and said, "The Heavenly Lord is just a concept, not a great realm."

"Even if you are only the first level of the Venerable, if you consider yourself a Heavenly Venerable, you are a Heavenly Venerable!" said the middle-aged monk slowly.

"this?"

Jiang Feng's heart was trembling. At this moment, Jiang Feng remembered a very famous saying on earth, one thought became a Buddha, one thought became a demon.

If you think you are a Buddha, then you are a Buddha; if you think you are a demon, then you are a demon.

This sentence is clearly the same as what the middle-aged monk said.

But it's not right!

Jiang Feng vaguely felt something was wrong!

In the first realm of the Venerable, you can also call yourself a Heavenly Venerable. Even if the Heavenly Venerable is just a concept, this concept will eventually become a joke, right?

After all, what qualifications are the only priest of the First Realm Venerable to call himself the Heavenly Venerable? What is this not a joke?

Perhaps seeing what Jiang Feng was thinking, the middle-aged monk sneered and said, "Looking at the world of cultivation, how many venerables dare to call themselves the Heavenly Venerable?"

"Um?"

Jiang Feng was shocked again, and finally understood what the middle-aged monk said.

As the middle-aged monk said, even if the Heavenly Lord is just in a moment of thought, how many people dare to regard themselves as the Heavenly Lord?

If it weren't for the concept of the Heavenly Venerable, even a monk at the peak of the ninth level of the Venerable's Great Perfection would not dare to call him the Heavenly Venerable, for example, this is the case himself.

Jiang Feng is now at the peak of the ninth level of the Venerable. This is the highest level of the Venerable. He raises his palm and presses the same level, and there is no one who can go out of his right hand.

But even so, Jiang Feng could not regard himself as a celestial emperor.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that as long as he touched this concept, even if the other party had a mere Venerable's first realm, he could be the Heavenly Venerable.

But in fact, this is just a metaphor. The venerable in the first realm will never be able to become the venerable of the heavenly being.

"Do you understand?" said the middle-aged monk.

"I understand." Jiang Feng nodded.

"It's a pity that you are still not the Heavenly Lord!" said the middle-aged monk.

“…”

Jiang Feng smiled bitterly. Although he had already understood what the Heavenly Lord was, he was indeed not the Heavenly Lord. It was easy to know and difficult to do. It was one thing to understand, but it was another thing to do.

"It's your turn." The middle-aged monk reminded with a expressionless face.

He had fully met Jiang Feng's request. Next, it was Jiang Feng's turn to satisfy his request. If Jiang Feng could not meet it, or if Jiang Feng planned to play tricks, he would never show mercy.

"My younger brother, I have been to Kunwu Prison some time ago!" After sorting out his thoughts, Jiang Feng said.

"Kunwu Prison?"

The middle-aged monk in Kunwu Prison naturally knew it. He thought about it and knew that Jiang Feng would not mention this for no reason.

Jiang Feng simply talked about the experience in Kunwu Prison. After listening to it, the middle-aged monk fell into deep thought.

"How do you feel for senior?" Jiang Feng said.

"You want to say that a new genocide war will break out at any time?" asked the middle-aged monk in a voice.

"That's right." Jiang Feng nodded.

"This has nothing to do with my Yuantian Sect." said the middle-aged monk.

The Yuantian Sect is no longer the Yuantian Sect that year. Even if a new genocide war broke out, the middle-aged monks had no intention of intervening.

"This is the only chance!" Jiang Feng said loudly.

The middle-aged monk smiled. Of course, he knew that this was an opportunity. War was destruction and reconstruction. It was indeed a very good opportunity for Yuantian Sect. If he seized this opportunity, even if Yuantian Sect could not regain its past glory, he would definitely achieve a small achievement.

But the middle-aged monk knew very well that if he wanted to seize this opportunity, he would inevitably get involved. The middle-aged monk felt that perhaps Jiang Feng’s purpose was to get him involved.

"Senior, please consider it!" Jiang Feng said.

"Why do you do this? A simple sense of justice? Or do you think you have the ability to turn the tide?" The middle-aged monk sneered, and his eyes looked at Jiang Feng were no different from those who looked at an idiot.

"In this world, there are always people who are willing to be a fool, right?" Jiang Feng said calmly.

"Fool?"
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