In the dream, when he saw Dong Lingjun losing control and shouting, Chen Qiu let go of the bondage of Hongchenjun.

The latter's face without facial features looked at Dong Lingjun and said quietly:

"What she said was fake, she was lying to you. The ancestor was still the original ancestor, the great hero who saved us... But, Dongling, do you believe it?"

"Forget it."

Hongchen Jun sighed and lowered his head.

explain:

“It’s all true.

The ancestor is not from our world, but comes from another world of cultivation in the sea of ​​stars. There has also been disasters there, and the ancestor escaped.

But you also know that whenever a disaster occurs in a lifetime, no matter where the creatures growing up escape, they cannot escape the pursuit of the heavenly tribulation. It was not what the ancestor wanted to bring about the heavenly tribulation more than 300 years in advance of this world.

It was just that the disaster that came early was indeed caused by him.

Everything he did afterwards, perhaps to save us, may be to repay our sins.

But now, what's the point?

Even if the ancestor doesn’t come, we will only live for three hundred years. Disasters will always come, and that’s impossible to escape.”

Hongchen Jun obviously knows more.

After the Lord of Dingshan told the truth, it would be meaningless to hide it. He was like throwing a pot and pouring beans into a bamboo tube, telling everything he knew.

"There are countless heavenly tribulations in practice, and the Dharma-Ending Catastrophe is just one of them, but it is the last disaster. The world and the sea of ​​stars, it is not only our world that has caused disasters.

In the entire world, the demise of the immortal way is destined.

What the ancestor did, but instead saved us and left seeds.

Regardless of the reason, we really survived because of the ancestor.”

Hongchen Jun said calmly:

"We have to bear this favor!

Now that the Dharma-Ending End has been over a thousand years, there is spiritual energy in the world. Perhaps the disaster has passed and the future is promising. These seeds from thousands of years ago should also take root and sprout."

"I think beautifully."

Chen Qiu was beside him, and said leisurely:

"With Chen, you bad leeks that sprout, don't even think of growing. Those auras are not for you who should have died, they never belong to you, the restorators of the old era.

That future is left to us.

If we don’t give it to you, you can’t rob it!”

Hongchen Jun turned his head and glanced at Chen Qiu.

He did not argue, and he died to the forefront, and even his interest in argument dissipated.

“It’s not like that.”

Dongling Jun was hit by a double critical attack, and the funny words he heard in his ears became the truth. Just as Jun Zhishan said, the great image of the ancestor in his memory collapsed at this moment.

From a great hero who saves life in danger, he has become a doomed person who brings disaster.

So how should those who follow the ancestor and want to restore the age of fairy spirits deal with themselves before the bloody truth?

During the thousands of years of sleep, the world was filled with all kinds of spirit formations, and problematic techniques spread all over the world. In the era of raising warriors, like hard-working farmers, it is finally time to harvest.

They originally regarded this as a "sacrifice" that must be made in order to restore the orthodoxy of the fairy.

They are using wrong means for the right purpose. Although their hands are dirty, they believe that their hearts are pure and noble. For the right things and the wrong things, this is completely the concept and means that victims and pioneers should have.

However, the truth is not the case.

What they did was untenable from the beginning. They just brought about darkness that caused disasters. The chaos continued after a thousand years. Not only were their hands black, but their hearts black.

They are not victims or pioneers.

They are just ashes of the old era, and should have disappeared with the old era, but they still retain the sad yearning to rekindle.

Dong Lingjun's heart is no longer desperate.

His mind was chaotic now, as if hundreds of voices were talking at the same time, making him unable to think or imagine. He raised his head and looked at Chen Qiu hanging in the air.

The latter was like sitting on an invisible chair, with legs raised, hands on his knees, and looking at him with a weird look.

There is disgust, murderous intention, and pity.

He once gave up his bold words and said that he would not only kill Donglingjun, but also destroy his beliefs and seek liberation in pain.

Dongling Jun also thought that his heart was as hard as iron and could not be shaken.

He once regarded himself as a victim, turned into armor with noble ideas to protect his mind from external interference, just like casting a city wall and making his own world.

But now, the city walls collapse and the armor is broken.

His soul has no defense at all.

“It’s not like that.”

Dong Lingjun's eyes became frightened, confused, and swaying.

He thought wildly, trying to find a reason to support his actions. He looked for it, following the words of the world, and shouted to the Lord of Dingshan in front of him:

"But where he comes from, he will save us at least!"

"Are you sure he really saved you?"

The monk asked quietly:

"You shouldn't forget that the heavenly tribulation fell a thousand years ago and the spiritual energy was gone. When Penglai's Ten Thousand Spirit Array was first activated, what was used for firewood?"

Dong Lingjun's face became more and more dazed when asked this question.

Chen Qiu was a little curious, so he looked at Hongchenjun and said:

"I'll explain it, why don't I start a little more quickly and let you suffer less?"

"Body."

In a tone of sorrow that is more than death, the King of Hongchen replied:

"The Xianshan Spirit Array was activated for the first time. The firewood used was our body. It was our soul that summoned the spiritual energy and injected into the array, so that our soul could be preserved. The ancestor himself also gave up his body to make the spiritual array run."

"That's not his body."

The monkey of the mountain curled his lips and continued:

"If you lose it, you will lose it, so he won't feel sorry for you.

But you, I, all of you, I lost the real essence. At that time, I felt that there was no problem. It was not until the battle of Lin'an that I discovered the clues.

You two came here early and did not see your ancestor taking action again after a thousand years.

But I saw it."

The fairy shrugged and said:

"After a thousand years, everyone only has souls. Whether it is martial arts and fairy arts, their power has dropped too much. After all, souls and bodies are a combination of yin and yang, and they are indispensable. Without bodies, our souls will be difficult to break through and maintain their state.

Even if I practice physical training, the influence is the least, it will be difficult to regain the majesty of a thousand years ago.

But...the interesting thing is coming, Dongling, and Hongchen."

The Lord of Dianshan blinked and said what he saw and heard in a joke-telling tone.

"I saw clearly that the power of the first spell has not declined, but it was a little stronger than a thousand years ago.

Is this normal? Is it reasonable?

It's unreasonable."

During his own questions and answers, the King of Dingshan said the last words of heart-killing.

“So don’t be stupid.

The old ghost set up the All Spirit Array a thousand years ago, not to save you.

He just brought you guys who should have died together and used the last waste. His soul came to this world, using his body like Er to make firewood, using the ten thousand spirit array as a guide, and practicing the art of refining to strengthen his own power.

As for the fact that spiritual arrays are spread all over the world for thousands of years, I have another question, I want to ask you, the world."

The fairy raised her head and looked at Hongchen Jun's face without facial features.

She spoke a little louder and said:

"You have opened the spiritual array in Qilu, and the spiritual energy is full of five hundred miles, which is very majestic, but have you ever thought that a spiritual array can cover five hundred miles if it is fully opened.

The whole world is said to be small, but not big.

With this as the boundary, at most, more than ten spiritual arrays are needed to capture the essence of the true qi of the world's warriors and use it to refine spiritual energy.

Since more than ten is enough, it can be more secretive. Why, during the thousand years of our sleep, the Penglai inheritance has to spread the spiritual array all over the world?

There is a spiritual array in every slightly larger city.
To be continued...