Chen Lian sighed softly, and he told Chao Xiaoyu to wait for him in Liuli Pure Land, but she came in the end.

If it were Gu Weiwei, he would definitely listen to him.

This is the difference between them, and it is hard to say who is better.

Chen Lian said to Zhao Feng: "I have a sword here, so please take it to Xuanwu Lake outside the city for me."

I saw an extra long sword in Chen Lian’s hand, about three feet three, with a pure scabbard and restrained spirit. It was the Yuan Tushou Sword.

Zhao Feng said: "Okay."

He had many things to ask, but in the end he didn't ask anything, just agreed.

Zhao Feng originally thought that the Yuan Massacre Sword would be very heavy, but in fact he bought it very lightly, like a handful of smoke and clouds that could fly away at any time. He walked towards Xuanwu Lake outside the city, and Chen Lian's last remark echoed in his ears, "If someone stops you, draw the sword and kill it."

Chen Lian was still motionless, like a statue.

In fact, he was using the supreme method to suppress the entire Jiuyou and fight silently with Ksitigarbha.

This is much more dangerous than the open battle, but it shows no trace.

"In terms of the strength of the power, Xuandu is not as good as Dizang. Shenlian is still strong but he is all in a state of concentration." Zhen Yuanzi said to Guanzi.

They saw everything below in the smoke and clouds above the capital of Shendu.

Guan Zizai frowned and said, "At this point, what other ways can Chen Lian interfere with humanity?"

Zhen Yuanzi said: "Let's see the result of the struggle between Maitreya and Chao Xiaoyu."

Guanzi looked at Zhao Feng running in the city with a sword and said, "It's not so easy to send the Yuan Massacre Sword to Xuanwu Lake." She took out the willow branches in her hand, trying to sprinkle the nectar of the branches.

Zhen Yuanzi blew his sleeves and blew a strong wind, pressing back the branches that had come out of the bottle.

"What does the great immortal mean?" Guan Zizai asked.

Zhen Yuanzi whispered: "Bodhisattva takes a closer look."

Guan Zizai continued to look into the city, and finally saw a strange thing under the Dharma eye. It turned out that the Shendu City was beyond the reach. The mysterious magic of Shenlian was so mysterious that she almost couldn't see the clues.

She said: "The True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao is still in it, it depends on whether he can wake up in time."

Zhen Yuanzi shook his head and said, "Yang Jian is confused. He has already gone to take the gate of heaven, hey..."

Guanzi showed a strange light in his eyes, and then sighed: "As soon as the gate of heaven came out, the situation became even more chaotic."

Zhen Yuanzi glanced a little and said, "This is also an opportunity."

The Bodhisattva did not speak, and knew that Zhen Yuanzi was finally moved by the gates of heaven, but who could not be moved?

She looked at the mortal world at first sight and saw that the sun was still moving, but it made her feel deeper and scary.

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Zhao Feng walked along the street with a long sword. He achieved some success in practicing Qi, so even if some places were crowded, he squeezed over. As soon as he passed through a crowded and bustling street, he entered a sparsely populated alley, not far from the city.

Suddenly a person appeared in front of him and said, "Father, I have found you."

The person who came has a five-point appearance similar to Zhao Feng, and he is his son.

The man stepped forward quickly, as if he was about to hold Zhao Feng.

When Zhao Feng saw his beloved son, he felt a little dazed, and then he immediately woke up, pulled out his long sword and stabbed him into the heart accurately.

"Father, why?" the man seemed unbelievable.

Zhao Feng said coldly: "You are not my son, otherwise how could you recognize me who appeared? I am obviously thirty years younger."

The man's eyes dimmed and he said, "What is my father talking about? Are you thirty years younger?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but wonder, pulled the sword back, the sword body was clear, and it looked like he was clearly an old man. He was shocked, did he really kill the wrong one?

He was at a loss and hugged the other person forward, but the other person was already holding his breath and blood flowed onto his clothes.

Zhao Feng was inexplicably sad and angry, picked up his son's body and walked backwards. He wanted to ask Chen Lian what was going on.

Soon, Zhao Feng turned around, Chen Lian still sat silently in his original place.

Zhao Feng said: "Chen Lian, my son is dead."

Chen Lian slowly opened his eyes and said, "You are still back."

Zhao Feng said angrily: "I listened to you, but I killed my child."

Chen Lian said lightly: "Where is your child?"

Zhao Feng said: "In my arms."

He was suddenly shocked. There was no child in his arms, it was clearly a piece of rotten wood. He was also stained with moss.

He still looked at himself with his long sword, and he was clearly still young.

Zhao Feng said in surprise: "How could this happen?"

Chen Lian said: "When you do the real, you are also false, and there is no way to do nothing. Your magic is much more brilliant than before, come out."

Zhao Feng was a little puzzled, and then heard the sound of gentle footsteps, which was very rhythmic, which was somewhat consistent with the rushing sound of the river next to him.

Again, another person came over to the sunset, and I couldn't tell how old he was, dressed as a scholar.

The scribe, regardless of whether the ground was clean, sat cross-legged in front of Chen Lian and said, "It's not good to miscalculate."

Chen Lian's eyebrows moved and said, "You are very happy now."

The scribe smiled and said, "I'm very happy."

Chen Lian said: "Aren't you afraid that you will never be happy when I can free up your hand?"

The literati said: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Chen Lian suddenly smiled and said, "I can't tell whether you are Yanxu or He is transformed into a free heaven for a moment."

The scribe said leisurely: "The demons are free and have no fixed personality, so there is no distinction."

Chen Lian said: "Do you know why you are not as good as me?"

The scribe did not answer immediately, and after a while, he said, "Because I have no heart?"

Chen Lian shook his head and said, "Our attitude towards life actually has amazing similarities. This is why I have always had a special attitude towards you, but in fact, I have one thing that I want to surpass you, and that is also something you can never get to."

The scribe said curiously: "What the hell is it?"

Chen Lian smiled and said, "There is only one reason, that is, you are not me."

This seems ridiculous, but the scribe sighed and said, "It's true."

He understood the meaning of Chen Lian. No matter how powerful he is, Chen Lian was the real protagonist in the long river of time in the past. Even if he let Chao Xiaoyu fall this time, Chen Lian is still Hunyuan Wuji. The person who is most likely to transcend time and destiny is Chen Lian, which will never change.

Even if he had a momentary aura, he could not change the established facts.

Chen Lian said nothing, and a faint black dark light appeared around him, which was the breath of Jiuyou.

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The stern rain from the beginning became the swaying wind and rain today. Maitreya's tall and majestic Dharma body exuded the only Dharma in heaven and earth. His ordinary palm was swung out, which was exactly the Buddha's unique Tathagata's magic palm.
Chapter completed!