Chapter 4437

Zi Chen was surprised to hear Sheng Ming's exclamation. Did they know each other?

The black robe fell from his head, revealing the true appearance of the black-robed man.

It was a bald monk.

Zi Chen's expression changed. He was very surprised because the leader of the demons was a bald monk.

Qing Yi was also very surprised.

"Shishu Sheng De, how come it's you?"

Sheng Ming recognized him and said in disbelief.

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Shishu Sheng Ming, long time no see. "Sheng De smiled as if seeing an old friend.

"Shishu, how come it's you?" Sheng Ming found it hard to accept.

One called him Shishu while the other called him Shishu. There seemed to be a problem with seniority, but Sheng Ming didn't care about it.

In the Buddhist race, and even in the entire Saint Spirit Realm, because there were many factions, there were many seniority. Most of the seniority was based on realms.

Since they were both Sacred Spirits, they were brothers of the same sect.

Sheng Ming used to be called Wuyuan, and Sheng De was his Shishu. After he became a Sacred Spirit, he became part of the Buddhist race's Shishu generation, the same generation as Sheng De.

But in his heart, he had always respected this legendary Shishu and had never changed the way he addressed him.

Shishu Sheng De was very famous in the Buddhist race. Even though he had fallen many years ago, he was still not forgotten. At least, he was not forgotten by the people on this battlefield.

This was because Shishu Sheng De, a Nine-Star Sacred Spirit, had died on Mount Carefree in the first large-scale battle.

At that time, Shishu Sheng De was the first to discover the secret of Mount Carefree and destroy the demons' invasion plan.

Sheng Ming looked at the relics on the ground and then at Shishu Sheng De sitting cross-legged on them. His heart was very complicated and he didn't know what to say.

Those sariras were all disciples of the Buddha race.

He couldn't even blame them.

The hero of the past had suddenly become an accomplice of the Devil Race, and he was constantly harming his own fellow disciples.

"Monk, did you do all this?"

Right at this moment, Zi Chen suddenly spoke.

Sheng De looked at Zi Chen and asked, "Benefactor, have you recovered?"

Zi Chen said, "Not completely, but it should be enough to deal with you alone."

Monk Sheng De put his palms together and said, "Lao Na has been here for too long. I didn't know that such a young hero had appeared in the Saint Spirit Jie. How should I address this young benefactor?"

Zi Chen said, "Holy Thunder Clan, Zi Chen."

Monk Sheng De said, "Looks like you are indeed a young hero. Lao Na admires you, admires you!"

Zi Chen looked at Sheng De and said, "Can you explain what is going on?"

"Would you like to hear it?"

Sheng De raised his head and looked at Zi Chen.

"Actually, I don't really want to hear it," Zi Chen said, "But I always feel that it's a bit of a pity to beat you to death like this."

Why don't you share your story with us so we can have an audience? "

Sheng Ming, whose heart was like dead ashes, had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I'll have to start many years ago. It's a long story. I wonder if benefactor has the patience."

"Don't worry, it's good that you're a bit older. At least you'll be able to die a bit later."

Sheng De smiled. "Benefactor is very kind."

A look of reminiscence appeared in the old monk's eyes. "Many years ago, the Buddhist race had just discovered this battlefield. Because they had never had any dealings with the Demon race, they suffered great losses in their first confrontation.

The battle that year was extremely tragic. Countless Buddhist race experts died. At that time, the Demon race had occupied this place for a long time. This battlefield could be considered their camp, and we were just outsiders.

After countless years of fighting, the Buddhist race relied on the fearless sacrifice of countless disciples to gradually exterminate the Demon race … "

This was the first time Sheng Ming had heard about the early days of the battlefield, so he listened very carefully.

Zi Chen and Qing Yi did not disturb him. They just followed the old monk's train of thought.

"The Demon race was very strong, and they were good at bewitching people. The Buddhist race disciples suffered great losses.

As for those who gave birth to Inner Demons, some could be reborn, and some would die under them. "

The old monk's smile suddenly became somewhat strange. "And some would be assimilated and controlled by Inner Demons."

Zi Chen said, "So, you are the latter?"

The old monk said, "Sort of."

Zi Chen was somewhat puzzled. What did he mean by sort of?

"Back then, when my junior brother and I came to this battlefield to participate in the battle, we saw the defeat of the demons. However, the intelligent junior brother guessed that the demons seemed to have another place to hide. Thus, when the two of us were fighting, we carefully searched for suspicious places with my junior brother, and finally found this Carefree Mountain."

What followed was the first battle of annihilation. It was recorded in the history of the Buddhist race, so Sheng Ming was very clear about it.

In that battle, the Buddhist race suffered great losses, but they destroyed the Demon race's plan to invade. Since then, Carefree Mountain had been the focus of the Buddhist race's attention.

But this was what the world knew. What Sheng De was about to tell them next was another secret.

"After the battle began, my junior brother felt that this was not the Demon race's secret place, or perhaps it was just bait deliberately used by the Demon race.

At that time, my junior brother decided to take the risk and use the control of the Demon race's Inner Demons to join the Demon race. He wanted to unearth the Demon race's greatest secret and completely destroy the Demon race's scheme. "

The expressions of the three changed at the same time. Obviously, the truth was about to surface.

"But I was your senior brother. How could I watch as my junior brother took the risk?

So I took the initiative to trigger the Inner Demons and used the excuse of faking my death in the first battle to stay on this battlefield forever. "

Once again recalling the past, the old monk's smile became somewhat bitter. "At that time, my junior brother and I discussed many countermeasures, many possibilities, and many secret signals. But we still underestimated the Demon race's strength and their vigilance. For many years, we didn't find an opportunity, so the Inner Demons continued to erode us, causing us to completely lose our chance."

The old monk sighed. "I no longer contacted my junior brother. And for the sake of the Demon race's so-called test, I walked further and further down the path of becoming a Demon. In the end, I was unable to turn back."

"I knew you, old thief, were not a good thing!

Ruining our Demon race's great plan, we won't let you off! "

A cold voice suddenly rang out. One of the people who had fallen dead suddenly rushed towards the entrance.

It was Carefree.

He had actually faked his death.

Zi Chen turned around, wanting to chase after him.

"Let him go."

The old monk said. "I've already grasped the secrets of this place. I've also learned of the Demon race's plan to invade the Saint Spirit Realm.

This time, I've already completely destroyed it. "

Of course, Zi Chen wouldn't listen to the old monk, because the monk was still outside. Who knew whether or not Carefree would kill the monk in a fit of anger after he went out?

He didn't think that a mere three-star monk could block the opponent's attack.

But as soon as Zi Chen moved, Carefree's voice rang out.

"Hehe, so there was one hidden here. Then I'll use you to exchange for the Demon race's great plan."

Carefree, who had just left, brought the Good and Evil Monk back in.

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