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On the stone platform,

Jiang Moshu's expression was hard, but there was no expression at all.

On the other hand, Shen Caiyan, who was behind him, had evil eyes and a sneer at the corner of his mouth, staring at the opposite side.

The stone wall blocked the sunset, and the lonely mountain wind blew by, making the place where the two stood even more dark and cold.

"My Buddha is merciful."

But a Sanskrit sound resounded on the stone platform, and a faint Buddha light shone slightly from the moon-white monk's robe. Leng Chan's whole body was like a golden Buddha statue in the temple, covered with a layer of solemn and auspicious light.

"All living beings have their own destiny. If the donor is determined to devote himself to the Asura Path, it will be difficult for the young monk to stop him." Leng Chan said calmly and calmly.

"I just have one thing to say. I hope the donor will think deeply about it." Leng Chan clasped his hands together, his face full of spiritual energy, and his voice was like jade stones striking each other, light and airy.

"Heaven and earth are selfless, and all living beings are equal. The demon race and the human race are both living beings in this world, and they can both achieve immortality and cultivate the great road.

Nowadays, the human race and the demon race in the northern Xinjiang shook hands and made peace, demarcated the boundaries and ruled. Some people practiced demon magic to strengthen their bodies, and some demon races entered the sect to practice Taoism and practice Buddhism. Countless fights and killings disappeared without a trace. "

"If sentient beings are allowed to choose between killing and peace, choosing the latter is the mainstream." Leng Chan had a peaceful face, unmoved by the eight winds.

Jiang Moshu smiled faintly, her lips were red and her teeth were white, her bones and jade hung on her forehead, her magnificence was no less than that of Leng Chan.

"Yes, everything under destiny is like grass and trees, whether they bloom or not.

The general trend of heaven and earth changes like the tide, and all living beings drift with the tide, truly as humble as dust. "

Jiang Moshu's face hardened, his voice became sonorous and powerful, and his words came out like a knife,

"Even if you are as humble as dust, you must not be twisted like maggots!"

Holding down the dissatisfaction in his heart, Jiang Moshu said in a deep voice,

"I have seen the Buddha's various appearances and the mighty heavenly dragon catching demons, but I have never heard of the bowing Prajna Bodhisattva!"

As if thinking of something, Jiang Moshu chuckled twice and continued to say lightly:

"A demon is a demon. If it harms all living beings, talks arrogantly, and bumps into my hand,

He just doesn’t know how high the sky is and doesn’t take me seriously at all.

Deserve punishment and die. "

Jiang Moshu patted his hand gently, and the ghost flags disappeared, and the dark mist and black smoke that hung faintly on the stone platform also dissipated.

It's just that his expression is more cold and distant,

"Monk, if we have different ways, we should not seek each other's help.

You have your Buddha nature, and I have my original intention. Let time and all sentient beings bear witness. "

Leng Chan was on guard, protecting his body with auspicious light, and had two illusory golden lotuses under his feet, just in case of a disagreement, and launched the ghost formation with all his strength on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, Ji Cuiyu from Mingtan Sect was calm and courteous, and even took back the magic weapon first.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Leng Chan put his hands together and bowed, his eyes flashed with auspiciousness, and the Buddha's light on his body slowly faded away.

"Donor Ji, you are in the Demon Sect, and your heart is like a bright king, but you are a little monk who is stupid. The road is like an abyss, not in your mouth."

Then he took a step back and said calmly: "Since Donor Ji is determined to have his own way, please be careful.

When the young monk came out, his friend specifically told him that five thousand miles is the default sphere of influence of the Four Fortresses of the Western Pole, and the demon kings in the Ten Thousand Demons Jungle also recognized it. However, outside this scope, the life and death of human monks will depend on their destiny. "

"Monk, please leave first. My ghost maid is wearing cool clothes. If you stay too long, I'm afraid you won't be able to control it."

Jiang Moshu waved his hand lazily, turned around and walked towards the cave.

The cave has no light or fire, and is as deep as the mouth of an abyss. It makes people feel that once they fall, there is no hope of escape.

Leng Chan shook his head, clasped his hands together and bowed again to the entrance of the cave, and flew away with two golden lotuses on his feet.

……

The Jungle of Ten Thousand Demons is a emerald peak as high as a thousand feet.

At the top of the peak is a large platform, just like the top of a peak has been flattened off.

In front of the huge palace in the middle of the platform, Leng Chan cast his light.

Stepping into the main entrance of the palace, there were all kinds of beautiful beauties walking along the way. When they saw Leng Chan, they all quickly stepped aside and knelt down to salute.

"Senior brother, you're back!" A tall and thick demon man wearing a silver helmet came up to him immediately.

Although he is holding a huge golden iron rod in his hand, his steps are faintly following a mysterious trajectory, and he is extremely agile.

Leng Chan glanced at him gently, and the silver-helmet demon man quickly thrust the golden iron rod into the ground, penetrated three feet, and stood aside obediently with his hands tied.

"Has Master come back?" Leng Chan's voice was calm.

The man from the silver-helmeted demon tribe immediately exhaled the breath he had been holding back, and his heart was slightly relieved.

If the senior brother asked to check his homework, it would be over.

"Master and father, we came back from Sword Spirit Fortress and went to Demon Wall Stronghold again." The silver-helmet demon clan man said hurriedly.

There were three scratches on the left and right sides of his face, and there was a faint shadow of the character "王" on his forehead.

Leng Chan nodded and slowly walked deeper into the palace.

"I have learned something today, and I am going to retreat for a while."

"Senior brother, you want to go into seclusion. That's great. No, what I mean is that the Ten Thousand Feather Demon King accepts his concubine. My father asked me to attend.

Senior brother, you never like this kind of situation, so retreat is just right. "The silver-helmeted demon man said hesitantly.

Leng Chan pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the silver-helmeted demon clan man, and said calmly: "The demon wall village is six thousand miles to the west, so don't go there during this period."

The man from the Silver Helmet Demon Tribe immediately became anxious and waved his hand quickly and said, "It's none of my business. I didn't cause any trouble over there."

Leng Chan nodded and said, "I met a steel-hearted killer there. If he were in my sect, he might be the king of proof."

The silver-helmet demon man's eyes flashed, he patted his chest with his hand, and said in a firm tone: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will go to Wan Yu Palace to have a meal and drink with a few demon princes. A little wine will keep you out of trouble.”

……

The Wan Yu Palace is located at the highest peak of the Ten Thousand Demons Jungle. It was originally three thousand feet tall, but was raised by the Wan Yu Demon King's spell to reach a total of three thousand three hundred and thirty three feet.

"Hahaha, it's all over the place." The silver-helmet demon clan man was very drunk at this time. He threw aside the sticks he carried with him and kept asking for drinks.

The two demon prince brothers next to them clinked their glasses together and murmured in a low voice,

"How long has it been since Yi Huahong drank alcohol? He's so drunk.

"It's pitiful. His father sent him to Dingyuan Temple in Northern Xinjiang. Most likely he never drank alcohol there."

"I might not even have a few bites of meat."

Yi Huahong breathed out a breath of alcohol, his face flushed, and he patted the table.

"Don't talk nonsense and drink!"

A demon prince picked up the cup, walked over, and smiled,

"What's the point of just drinking without talking? Third Young Master Yi, tell me about your situation in Northern Xinjiang, so that the brothers can learn a lot."

Yi Huahong laughed and pointed at himself vigorously,

"There's not much to say in the temple. I'm afraid I'll tell you that the soup is so watery all day long.

In the temple, I admire Senior Brother Leng Chan the most. He is always good at judging people, and he said that I will become a great celestial demon. "

Several demon prince brothers suddenly booed,

"What? Great Sky Demon? I don't believe it!"

"I'm not afraid of flashing my tongue."

……

The Great Sky Demon is equivalent to the ninth level of the Golden Core, and has the strongest combat power under the Yuan Shen.

Among the sons of the Demon King here, the strongest one has an ancestor of the Great Sky Demon, but he cannot defeat the Great Sky Demon's father.

The alcohol surged up to his head. Yi Huahong became a little angry and blurted out:

"Hiccup, why don't you believe it? Yesterday, my senior brother said that there is a steel-hearted killer in the Demon Wall Village six thousand miles to the west. If you don't believe it, just order some soldiers and try it. It will definitely break your teeth. "

After saying that, he laughed a few times:

"I just asked if there were any cowards, hahaha."