Chapter 4170

"Aren't you surprised?"

"Aren't you pleasantly surprised?

I'm back? "

Wuyou grabbed the monk by the neck and walked back in. He looked at the people in the hall with a smile, especially Zi Chen.

Zi Chen sighed and said, "You shouldn't have come back. Isn't it better to just leave and live?

Why do you have to send yourself to death? "

"Bah!

Live?

Today, not only do I want to live, but I also want to carry out the Demon Race's ten-thousand-year plan.

As for sending yourself to death, you're talking about this idiot, aren't you? Waiting for me to catch him? "

Wuyou grabbed the monk's neck with all his strength. The monk's face was filled with pain. He looked at Zi Chen and said, "My eyesight has been extraordinary since I was young. I can see many things that ordinary people can't. So you don't have to deny my words. I can see that he's very important to you. Now, listen to my orders. If you want him to live, kill this nine-star."

Zi Chen's expression was a little strange. "Are you serious?"

Wuyou said angrily, "Do you think I'll joke with you at this time?

If you don't do as I say, he'll have to die. "

"Are you sure?" Zi Chen looked at him.

Wuyou exerted strength again. There were already cracking sounds coming from the monk's neck, as if it was about to break. The monk also cried out in pain.

Wuyou was very satisfied. He looked at Zi Chen proudly. "What's the choice? It's up to you."

Sheng Ming put his palms together. "Amitabha!

Benefactor … "

Wuyou interrupted him. "You have no right to speak here. Shut up!"

Sheng Ming didn't say anything else.

Qing Yi took two steps back. She used her actions to show that she didn't want to participate in this matter.

Monk Sheng De was like a storyteller. He also watched silently. Because there was no audience for the time being, he didn't continue.

Everyone looked at Zi Chen, waiting for his reply.

Zi Chen looked at the monk and said, "I want to thank you for sacrificing yourself for the Buddha Race. Would you be happy?"

The monk's eyes widened. "Why? Are you trying to kill me?"

Zi Chen said indifferently, "Sacrifice is inevitable. Who among us doesn't sacrifice?

Who among us … "

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wuyou suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

At that moment, Zi Chen made his move. The spear in his hand thrust forward with great force.

He wasn't aiming at Wuyou, but at the monk.

At such a close distance, the monk couldn't dodge in time and his body was pierced through by the spear.

Puff!

The spear had completely penetrated the monk's body.

The monk's eyes were wide open as he looked at Zi Chen in disbelief. It was as if he couldn't believe that Zi Chen would make a move just like that.

He hadn't even finished his sentence.

Zi Chen stood in front of the monk, the other end of the spear almost touching the monk's body. "I told you, you shouldn't have come back."

Zi Chen loosened his grip on the spear and pushed it forward. The spear pierced through the monk's chest.

Wuyou, who was standing behind the monk, took a few steps back. He grabbed his spear with both hands and stared at Zi Chen.

Earlier, the spear had not only pierced through the monk's body, it had also pierced through his body.

His eyesight was not bad. He knew very well that this fellow before him cared a lot about that baldy. But, how could this be?

"Amitabha!"

Sheng Ming and Sheng De chanted the name of Buddha at the same time.

The monk fell to the ground. "Aren't you too ruthless?

Do you have to make a move like this?

I have plenty of ways to resolve this matter peacefully. "

Zi Chen said, "Isn't this faster and more effective?

Besides, you didn't lose anything other than a superficial wound, right?

I've saved your trump card for you. Why aren't you thanking me? "

"I'm thanking you for dying. You're just jealous. Jealous that your Lord Zeng is handsome and confident. Jealous that your Lord Zeng's Dharma is boundless …"

The monk praised himself and then began to heal his wounds. After all, it wasn't appropriate for the wound to keep bleeding.

Zi Chen's control of his strength was exquisite. The monk had indeed suffered a superficial wound.

As for Wuyou, he was really dead this time.

Zi Chen walked to Wuyou's side, pulled out the spear and put it away.

He returned to his original spot and looked at the old monk, indicating for him to continue the story.

Actually, the story was about to end at this point.

Monk Sheng De passed all kinds of tests and gained the trust of the Devil Race. So they brought him to the real secret place and shared the secrets of the Devil Race.

Sheng De used the Dharma he mastered to build a Sarira Buddhist Formation here. He wanted to help the Devil Race open a path to the two worlds. Right now, he only needed a high-quality Sarira to open the path.

Who would have thought that before he could get the last Sarira, Zi Chen would come first and wipe them all out?

Monk Sheng De put his palms together and finished the story.

Sheng Ming stood there, not knowing what to say.

Qing Yi was touched. She also didn't know how to distinguish right from wrong in this matter.

Zi Chen said, "The story is very interesting. You can come with us."

Sheng De asked, "Benefactor, why don't you kill me directly?"

Zi Chen said, "This is a matter of the Buddha Race. It should be arranged by the Buddha Race. I have no right to interfere."

Of course, he didn't want to interfere.

"Benefactor is very kind!"

Sheng De's body suddenly burned with flames. It was supposed to be pure Buddha Fire, but now it was mixed with black Devil Qi.

He really didn't suppress his inner demons.

"Martial Uncle, what do you mean?"

Sheng Ming said anxiously, "We'll talk about it when we get back."

"We can't go back. It's also good to die here.

After I die, destroy everything here and bring these Sariras back. They are not contaminated. "

Sheng De put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist name. The raging Buddha Demon Fire completely drowned him.

Qing Yi was deeply touched. She could feel the power of the other party. It seemed that he was only half a step away from becoming a Holy Venerable.

Once he overcame his inner demons, he might be able to take that half a step and become a Holy Venerable.

Unfortunately, he made another choice.

"This monk's sin is unforgivable. This is the best outcome."

The Buddha Demon Fire had completely swallowed Sheng De. His voice came from the flames.

Zi Chen stood there, put his palms together, and bowed to the old monk.

At this moment, his heart was filled with admiration for the old monk. He respected Sheng De's choice.

Sheng Ming and the Good and Evil Monks sat down and began to chant for Sheng De.

A holy aura shrouded the surroundings. Even the corpses were glowing with Buddhist light.

Zi Chen and Qing Yi left. They didn't expect their trip to turn out like this.

"Actually, he didn't have to choose this path. He just has to be good."

Qing Yi said, "This way, the Buddhist Race might have another Holy Venerable."

Zi Chen shook his head and said, "After returning, he will keep blaming himself. In the end, he will either be swallowed by his inner demons or die of depression.

However, the possibility of him advancing is not high. "

"Why?"

Qing Yi asked in confusion, "Are you sure he didn't kill those monks?"

"He didn't kill them, but they died because of him!"

Each of those Sariras represented a Holy Spirit of the Buddhist Race.

Although that was the case, Zi Chen felt regretful. He said that he wanted to bring the old monk back. Wasn't he trying to give him a chance to live?

Unfortunately, the old monk refused.

He respected the other party's choice.

An hour later, the monk and Sheng Ming walked out.

There was a Sarira in Sheng Ming's hand. It was emitting a demonic light.