"Everyone has thought about killing gods!"

Jiang Feng's words were like a gust of cold wind blew, and countless monks were trembling. What is the meaning of "shocking" and "death"? That's it!

Too shocking!

Too shocking!

His eyes widened and stared at Jiang Feng tightly. Many monks couldn't help but clenched their fists, even holding their breath!

A feeling that could not be described in words surged into my heart. On the huge square, there was a silence and silence!

That is a ruthless statement, and it should be punished!

But almost everyone found out that Jiang Feng was not wrong. If he said something was wrong, the only mistake was to expose the most hypocritical and darkest side of human nature.

But is that really a mistake?

However, no one cares whether it is right or wrong at this time. Even if Jiang Feng is right, they will never be willing to admit it, because once it admits, it means a complete denial of itself!

So, even if they were wrong, they were determined to make the mistake to the end!

At least, it is impossible to admit that he was wrong in front of Jiang Feng!

"Jiang Feng, I can finally confirm that you are a madman! It's just an accident that you are even more crazy than I am!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came out, breaking the dead silence. It was a Taoist killer who was dormant in the world for endless years and walked out at this time.

"Sword Cultivator!"

Looking up, Jiang Feng whispered.

"Enjoy the saint!"

A scream came from the crowd, and a monk recognized the identity of this person.

This is the enthronement of the saint.

The title is not a name, but the surname of this person. The reason why this person is called a title of a saint and has no name is because before he attained enlightenment, he had the title of a sword madman.

Therefore, it is a homonym and is called a saint by monks all over the world!

When the three words "Saint" were revealed in a certain monk's mouth, they surrounded the Saint's "Saint" and "Saint" and "Saint" retreated in horror. No one dared to approach him!

"So he was a saint!" Jiang Feng whispered again.

As a sword cultivator, Jiang Feng naturally paid more attention to the saint who proved the truth with his sword. This saint was once the strongest sword master who had been fighting for a lifetime. The reason why he was named a madman was that he was a great reputation for killing him.

Although the title of saint and the Blood-killing Saint are not saints of the same generation, the Blood-killing Saint became famous earlier and the time of enlightenment was also earlier, to a certain extent, the bad reputation of the Saint is even higher than that of the Blood-killing Saint.

Because even after realizing the truth, it is still a existence that allows the saints to retreat. It is conceivable how much blood is stained with both hands!

Staring at the other party, Jiang Feng was surprised. What Jiang Feng was surprised about was not that this saint would stand up at this time, but that this peerless existence would actually kill himself, rather than stepping onto the outside world and killing him happily!

"Oh? Feng Shengren, do you think what Jiang said is wrong, or do you just don't recognize Jiang?" Jiang Feng asked with a chuckling.

"It's not that it's wrong, but that it's a big mistake!" Feng Shengren said coldly.

"In this way, please give me advice from the saint!" Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"A saint represents the supreme Dharma, explains the supreme path, and explains the supreme principles. This is supreme!" Only the saint's words were heard gloomy.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Feng's face turned strange, and he shook his head in slightest.

Taking Jiang Feng's reaction into his eyes, Feng Sheng frowned and scolded in a deep voice: "What, do you think this saint is wrong?"

"The saint can naturally be called supreme, but next, please listen to the saint. Jiang has a few questions to ask for," Jiang Feng said seriously.

"May I ask, where is the origin of the sage? Where is the teacher?"

"May I ask, does the saint know that he was a saint from the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation?"

"May I ask, have you ever thought about the saints who have been the saints of ancient times before they attained enlightenment!"

...

Jiang Feng spoke very quickly, and he raised several questions in succession, then stretched out his hand and signaled Feng Sheng to answer.

"Damn it!"

Feng Sheng did not answer Jiang Feng's question, but cursed, his face turned pale and it was extremely difficult to see.

Such questions cannot be simpler. If the Fengshen wants to answer, he can give the answer without thinking. But how could Fengshen not know? He has no way to answer it.

"Since the saint doesn't want to say it, it's okay for Jiang to say it!"

Jiang Feng smiled without a trace of fireworks and said slowly, "As far as Jiang knows, Feng Saint is born in a humble background and is the son of a maid of a large clan. He was a master of the Iron Sword Sect back then, which was an insignificant five-star sect. The reason why Feng Saint you embarked on the path of cultivation was never to be so-called enlightenment, but to become strong and protect your mother from bullying!"

"Shut up!" Feng Sheng was furious and looked like crazy.

"Jiang has no intention of belittling the origin of a saint, but some things are obvious. A saint is not born noble, nor is it superior from beginning to end... What's more, after you were appointed as a saint, you immediately killed two saints, and the reason is that those two saints have blocked you from proof of enlightenment!"

"I think what this means is self-evident."

After the last sentence ended, the smile on Jiang Feng's face became even stronger.

"What does it mean... means..."

The sage whispered and roared, which was indeed self-evident. It was a sign that even if the supreme nobles still cut through with one sword, it was verified what Jiang Feng said, that everyone had thought of killing the saints and blaspheming the gods.

Feng Sheng suddenly trembled, and an indescribable emotion flowed again. He stared at Jiang Feng with his eyes terrified. That was the supreme truth, but Jiang Feng analyzed it vividly in an easy-to-understand way.

He can no longer deny anything, because he is the best example, even if he wants to deny it, he has no way to deny it!

"Wow!"

The uproar sounded like a tide, and it echoed again. In the square, thousands of monks were shocked.

If before this, it may be believed that what Jiang Feng said was not straightforward and lacked verification, then the Feng Saint walked out to prove everything.

Saints are not born with them.

Therefore, the so-called supreme and so-called honor are by no means inherent.

Further, every cultivator, even if he is inconspicuous in his cultivation, can be called supreme, because whenever he embarks on the path of cultivation, he has unlimited possibilities.

Just like when the saint embarked on the path of cultivation, he never thought that he would be able to become a saint one day, even if the monks in the world are inconspicuous, they must be an existence that should not be underestimated.

"Everyone can be sanctified!"

When such thoughts emerge from the minds of all people, some monks were confused and doubting themselves. There were also some monks with their eyes exposed, which was a desire!

On this basis, whether it is killing gods and killing saints or blaspheming gods, it seems that nothing is considered. Whether it is supreme or noble, its essence is a huge lie.

Feng Sheng was silent, his mood was fluctuating to an extreme point. There was never anything that was so subversive. This made him realize that what he might not have walked out. His walk out not only failed to stop anything, but instead fulfilled Jiang Feng.

This made Feng Sheng feel frustrated and angry, but more of a sense of powerlessness. It was his life experience, and forgetting was the greatest betrayal.

How can we forget it?

The saint will never forget how much humiliation he has suffered because of his background and how many hardships his mother, who was a maid, has endured in order to protect him!

That year, he entered the Iron Sword Sect and became a disciple of the Iron Sword Sect. He had a hundred times hard work and hard work than other brothers. All he wanted was to protect his mother's second half of his life.

He finally did it, and I remember very clearly that his mother died when she was sleeping with a smile, because he finally grew up and finally made a name for himself.

The so-called enlightenment and the so-called sainthood, the saints never thought that his strange and violent nature and often kill people is largely related to the experience in his childhood.

Many kinds are remembered in my heart and unforgettable!

After a while, the Saint Feng sighed softly. He was originally angry and had the supreme murderous intent, but the murderous intent was not known when it was restrained. His eyes when he looked at Jiang Feng also returned to calm.

"Jiang Feng, one day you will embark on that road." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky of nothingness, and the Feng Saint whispered.

What Jiang Feng broke is not only the myth of ancient saints, but also the myth of the saints of the world. In some ways, the impact experienced by the saints of the world has been even greater.

No longer sacred, all the halo is lost, and the sage is very curious. Is that really the result Jiang Feng wants?

“Brush…”

As Feng Sheng finished speaking, his eyes fell on Jiang Feng almost rushing to see how Jiang Feng would answer this question.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly and said casually: "The monks in the world have embarked on the path of cultivation, starting from the foundation building, working hard and moving forward. No matter what purpose or original intention they have, they are all just to become stronger!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Feng raised his hand, pointed at the sky, and said, "The saint is just the most powerful monk in this world!"

"this……"

"I see……"

...

Including the enfeoffed saints and the heavenly priests of the world, everyone was in deep thought on the square.

The reason is so simple. The so-called saint never represents anything else. They are just the most powerful cultivator in this world. As for other meanings, they are all meanings given by humans, rather than the meanings owned by the saint!

In other words, the saint himself is actually meaningless.

Just like the Golden Pill monk, who is suppressing the foundation-building monk... the Nascent Soul monk, who is suppressing the Golden Pill monk...

It is normal to have a higher level of cultivation and suppress a weak level.

Just because the saint is strong enough to overwhelm the world, it is definitely not the intention to do anything else.

Because in essence, a saint is also a cultivator and has not left this category. Whether transcendent or supreme, it is a powerful description of his power!

"Click!"

When everyone examines themselves, they can vaguely hear something shattering and exploding deep in their hearts.

From then on, the aura of the saint disappeared!
Chapter completed!