Seeing Huang Jingyuan die under Li Ye's sword, all the monks in the immortal court were inexplicably sad and angry, and let out a deafening roar. Chen Jizhen felt even more heartbroken and couldn't help but squirt another mouthful of blood.

He widened his eyes like a copper bell, stared at Li Ye, and furiously said, "You mortal, an ant! How dare you kill the immortals? How dare you?! What you do today will make the immortals angry. You are not willing to die, but your nine tribes will be subjected to the immortals..."

Unlike Huang Jingyuan's calmness at the last moment, Chen Jizhen did not have that state of mind.

As the 72 Earth Demon Lord General who is brave and diligent, he cannot doubt himself in front of the enemy. His position and personality are destined. Even if he sees the coffin, he will not cry, and he will not die when he reaches the Yellow River, so he will be angry and scolded.

His anger came to an abrupt end. Li Ye did not move. Someone sent him into the coffin.

When Master Feihong took back his hand again, Chen Jizhen had already twisted his limbs and fell to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, and the shallow pit under him became deeper.

At this point, in response to the chaos in Jiuzhou, the Immortal Court sent the seventy-two earthly evil spirits who were in the lower realm to clear the barriers of the mortal world and stabilize the ruling order, have no leader.

Since Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan died, the remaining immortal cultivators could not last long. Soon, there was no living immortal cultivator in the field.

There are only four or five monks in the demon clan who can stand, and two or three seriously injured people can only sit on the wall. The monks in the Buddha realm have almost twice the combat power of those in the demon clan.

As the winners who fought side by side, their common opponents are now dead, but they have no intention of relaxing and celebrating. All the monks looked strange, and the positions of both sides stood clearly.

Not only are the positions clear, but the monks on both sides are also on guard against each other.

If we are not just guarding each other, it is actually a murderous undercurrent.

As time passed quietly, each other's vigilance gradually became the eye of monks in the Buddhist realm, and the monks of the demon clan were unyielding until their death. The atmosphere became more and more tense, and everyone's heartstrings gradually became tense.

As time passes quietly, the tense heartstrings will eventually reach their extreme.

Once the string breaks, it is time for them to be able to remain silent anymore.

The eyes of monks on both sides fell on Li Ye and Master Feihong intentionally or unintentionally.

They decided when the monks on both sides would start fighting.

At this moment, Li Ye and Master Feihong were sharing the spoils.

Unlike the tension between the monks of the demon clan and the monks in the Buddhist realm, they were squatting in front of Chen Jizhen and Huang Jingyuan's corpses like old friends.

Li Ye took Chen Jizhen's banner and handed Huang Jingyuan's gossip plate to Master Feihong: "Although you may not be worthy of this magic weapon, it is better to have it."

Master Feihong glanced at the gossip plate and surprisingly did not refuse. He naturally put it away.

The two stood up and looked at the monks on both sides who were waiting for the battle. The scene in front of them reminded them that no matter how tacit understanding, trust, cooperation, and achievements they had, their relationship would not change in essence.

Master Feihong did not drink alcohol, and did not turn his head when he spoke. He stroked the jade bottle with his slender hands. The clear sound was like a clear spring in the mountain stream, meaning inexplicably, "For the Buddha realm, this lower world is of great importance, but for me, this lower world is just a trip. There are many things in the world like the sands of the Ganges River, the turbulent river flows, and the world's things are recurring. Being a person who sees the scenery is more interesting than being a person in the painting."

These words seem simple, but in fact they have a lot of information and profound meanings. They even include the three views of Master Feihong and the positioning of his own meaning. If it were an ordinary monk, I would be afraid to answer the conversation easily.

However, Li Ye is the one who can talk about Master Feihong for three days and three nights. He smiled and said, "I am a person in the game, how can I talk about the world?"

Master Feihong paused slightly when he stroked Yu Jingping's fingers, and he became silent.

Traveling around the world, being a person who sees the scenery, be free and unrestrained, discovering interesting people and things, and following their joy, being free as the wind.

This is the practice life that countless monks dream of.

If this was also the pursuit of Master Feihong, then she was destined not to get these.

She is a great Bodhisattva in the Buddhist realm of the Buddhist realm, and her status is the same as that of Manjushri and Samantabhadra. She has great cultivation and great ties.

Anyone with status will be imprisoned by their identity, and that is where they are.

How easy is it to get rid of the shackles of identity and pursue freedom?

The Buddhist temple always said that the Buddha's kingdom was three thousand, but in fact the main body was only in India, the Western Regions and other places.

A hundred years ago, the Sassanid Dynasty invaded the east, and Tianzhu was then in a period of division and chaos. Decades ago, the descendants of Mohammed occupied the northwest of Tianzhu, and Islamic monks officially invaded Tianzhu. Now, the Saint Buddha of the Shimen has to prepare to fight with Allah to maintain the status of Shimen in Tianzhu.

There is another reason why the Holy Buddha was forced to fight against Allah, that is, over the years, taking advantage of the opportunity of Islam invading India, the once-declined Brahmins have grown and grown, and have threatened the rule of the Buddhist domain of the Shumian Domain over India from the inside.

The Brahmin is the "demon clan" of India.

The role of Islamic monks in India is like the role of the Buddhist monks in the Tang Dynasty. The only difference is that one invaded successfully, the other has not yet.

In addition, in the Western Regions, countries have been occupied by Uighurs and Ming Cults, and it is only a matter of time before the collapse of the Shu beliefs of the people in the Western Regions.

The situation in the Buddhist realm is so dangerous. If you cannot survive in the Tang Dynasty, if you lose India again, how will you stay in the future?

In this situation, Master Feihong's personal pursuit of practice can only give in to the overall situation of survival, decline, rise and fall of the Buddhist realm of the Buddhist realm.

This is also the meaning of Li Ye's sentence "If you are a person in the game, how can you talk about the world?"

Li Ye put his sleeves with his hands and sighed: "For ordinary people, if you have a thousand golds in your family, you can stop your mind by your heart. But for monks, if you have not seen the great way and are not as a saint, how can you stop your mind by your heart?"

Master Feihong glanced at Li Ye, but said, "You are wrong."

Li Ye was stunned: "I was wrong?"

Master Feihong withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "When you understand what you are wrong, you will go further after enlightenment."

Li Ye smiled: "Abide by the teachings of the Master."

Master Feihong didn't say anything.

The two fell silent.

This silence came suddenly and naturally, and it lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Master Feihong spoke slowly. She looked at the purple-blue power grid that had arrived in front of the city wall and whispered: "I have seen many people and things this time. You are the most interesting one. If it were on weekdays, I would like to discuss the truth with you for another three years."

Li Ye smiled and said, "Three years is not long."

A trance flashed in Master Feihong's eyes. For her, three years was indeed not long, because she had passed many years.

What she didn't know was that for Li Ye, who was a great monk in his previous life, three years were not long.

At that time, he just didn't have the opportunity to become an immortal, but he was stuck in the realm of Yangshen True Man for hundreds of years. During this period, he traveled around the world, saw too many scenery, and had too many insights.

In that world where storms and information explosions are turbulent, hundreds of years are like thousands of years.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have learned many magical methods, nor would he have been involved in the great way so deeply.

Master Feihong looked at Li Ye deeply and took a breath: "When you just distributed the spoils, you didn't give me the copper blocks that Huang Jingyuan had on me."

Li Ye smiled and said, "There is no need to divide this. Mine is yours, and yours is mine."

Master Feihong nodded.

She stopped talking.

She has three feet of Qingfeng in her hand.

Li Ye and Lu were in his hand, and a layer of misty green light lit up on the sword body, like flames.

He started to attack first, and he stabbed Master Feihong with a sword.

Master Feihong also hit him with a sword.

The two swords intersected and made a crisp collision sound. In the sparkling spiritual energy, the figures of the two suddenly merged and separated.

When one gets together, one gets separated, and when one gets separated, one gets together.

The body is like a swallow and a sparrow, coming and going, and the sword shadows are everywhere, and life and death can be divided into instants.

The monks and monks of the Buddhist realm in the field did not move at this moment. Not only did they not move, but they also disappeared even the tense atmosphere. Because they all turned around and focused on looking at Li Ye and Master Feihong who were fighting.

It is a life-and-death battle, and the outcome determines the fate of the monks on both sides.

If Master Feihong killed Li Ye, the monks of the demon clan would naturally die.

If Li Ye had the ability to kill Master Feihong, then these monks in the Buddhist realm would not be able to do anything to him.

Li Ye's eyes were like iron, and the eyebrows were like swords.

The two of them fought each other in close combat, never flying around the eaves and walls, fighting only in the courtyard. The sword light was like ink, and the jingle sounded endlessly, and the sound of jingling sounds came from time to time, and blood lines rose and fell one after another, splashing like snow.

The two men had more and more wounds, their robes were gradually dyed red, and the outcome was getting closer and closer.

The closer the winner, the harder it is to distinguish.

A full moment passed, Li Ye's eyes were still as iron as iron, and Master Feihong still had his eyebrows like swords.

But the more you went, the frequency of injuries on both sides not only did not increase, but instead decreased.

The monks on both sides of the battle looked different, some were serious, some were confused, some were sighing, some were confused, some were angry, some were indifferent, some were painful, and some were entangled. But no matter how they looked or thoughts were, they did not act rashly.

The victory or defeat of life and death is only between Li Ye and Master Feihong.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, they just fought.

Maybe the next moment, one person fell down and could never get up again.

Finally, the deadline has arrived.

With a loud bang, a huge explosion sounded outside the city. The monks from both sides looked back and saw that the purple-blue power grid had entered the city. Wherever the lightning went, there was a continuous explosion, the city walls were blown up, the houses were leveled, and the trees turned into ashes.

The so-called thunder tribulation is nothing more than that.

While the entire ruin was destroyed and swallowed inch by inch, it also shaking violently, just like an earthquake hitting, which was a chain reaction caused by an explosion. The monks on both sides were already unstable.

In the courtyard, Li Ye and Master Feihong were still fighting.

In their previous understanding, only before the power grid is approached, they can kill each other and make themselves the only surviving monk camp, and the blockade light curtain outside the city will be opened and they can leave here. Before this, there was never a ruin, where monks from both sides left at the same time.

Li Ye and Master Feihong must kill each other as soon as possible.

But the outcome has not yet come.

The monks on both sides kept their bodies steady and stared at them, both of them were nervous.

The winner is about to be decided, and before the Zilan Power Grid faces, one of them must fall down. Otherwise, both of them will die.

But the situation suddenly changed.

In the middle of the ruins, a huge white light column suddenly rose from the ground and soared into the sky!

There is no cloud in the secret realm, and the sky is a whole blue curtain. At this moment, the white light column connects the sky and the earth, like a miracle.

Everyone looked at the white light column, with unconcealed shock, surprise, confusion and ecstasy in their eyes.
Chapter completed!