Shen Lian sighed softly. He told Chao Xiaoyu to wait for him in Liuli Pure Land, but she came after all.
If it were Gu Weiwei, she would definitely listen to him.
This is the difference between them, I can't say who is better.
Shen Lian said to Zhao Feng: "I have a sword here, and I would like to ask my cousin to take it to Xuanwu Lake outside the city for me."
I saw a long sword in Shen Lian's hand, about three feet three, with a pure green scabbard and restrained sharpness. It was the Yuan Slaying Sword.
Zhao Feng said: "Okay."
He originally had many things to ask, but in the end he didn't ask anything and just agreed.
Zhao Feng originally thought that the Yuan Sha Sword would be very heavy, but in fact it was very light. It was like a handful of smoke that could fly away at any time. As he walked towards Xuanwu Lake outside the city, Shen Lian's final instructions still echoed in his ears, "If anyone blocks you, draw your sword and kill them."
But Shen Lian remained motionless, like a statue.
In fact, he is using the supreme power to suppress the entire Jiuyou, and he is wrestling with Ksitigarbha silently.
This is much more dangerous than the open fight, but it doesn't show any trace.
"In terms of strength, Xuandu is not as good as Ksitigarbha. But Shen Lian suppresses it all." Zhen Yuanzi said to Guan Zizai.
They saw everything below in the smoke clouds above the city of God.
Guan Zizai frowned and said, "At this point, is there any other way Shen Lian can interfere with humanity?"
Zhen Yuanzi said: "Let's see the outcome of the struggle between Maitreya and Chao Xiaoyu."
Guan Zizai looked at Zhao Feng running around the city holding a sword and said, "It's not that easy to send the Yuan Slaying Sword to Xuanwu Lake." She took out the willow branch from the purifying bottle in her hand, intending to spread the willow nectar.
Zhen Yuanzi flicked his sleeves and created a strong wind, pushing back the branches that came out of the vase.
"What does Great Immortal mean?" Guan Zizai asked.
Zhen Yuanzi said softly: "Bodhisattva, look carefully."
Guan Zizai continued to look inside the city. Under his discerning eyes, he finally saw something strange. It turned out that the Divine Capital City was actually invisible and out of reach. Shen Lian's mysterious method was so mysterious that she almost didn't catch it.
She said: "Qingyuan Miao Dao Zhenjun is still inside, 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 get the Gate of Heaven. Alas..."
A strange gleam appeared in Guan Zizai's eyes, and then he sighed: "As soon as the gate of heaven comes out, the situation becomes even more chaotic."
Zhen Yuanzi paused for a moment and said, "This is also an opportunity."
The Bodhisattva said nothing, knowing that Zhen Yuanzi was tempted by the Gate of Heaven after all, but who could not be tempted.
She glanced towards the mortal world and saw Shen Lian motionless, which made her feel even more profound and terrifying.
… …
Zhao Feng was walking swiftly on the street holding a long sword. He had achieved some success in practicing Qi, so even if some places were overcrowded, he could squeeze through. Just after passing through a crowded and busy street, we entered a sparsely populated alley, not far from leaving the city.
Suddenly a man appeared in front of him and said, "Father, I finally found you."
The person who came looked similar to Zhao Feng. He was his son.
This man stepped forward quickly, as if he wanted to hold Zhao Feng back.
When Zhao Feng saw Aizi, he felt a little dazed for a moment, then he immediately woke up, pulled out his long sword, and stabbed the visitor's heart accurately.
"Father, why?" the man asked in disbelief.
Zhao Feng said coldly: "You are not my son, otherwise how would you recognize me now? I am obviously thirty years younger."
The man's eyes dimmed and he said, "What are you talking about, father? You are thirty years younger."
Zhao Feng couldn't help but be puzzled, and withdrew the long sword. The sword's body was clear, and it showed his appearance. He was clearly an old man. He was shocked. Did he really kill the wrong person
He was at a loss and moved forward to hug the other person, but the other person had already held his breath and blood was dripping on his clothes.
Zhao Feng felt inexplicably sad and angry. He picked up his son's body and walked back. He wanted to ask Shen Lian what happened.
Not long after, Zhao Feng turned around, and Shen Lian was still sitting silently in his original place.
Zhao Feng said: "Shen Lian, my son is dead."
Shen Lian slowly opened his eyes and said, "You're still back."
Zhao Feng said angrily: "I listened to you, but I killed my child."
Shen Lian said calmly: "Where is your child?"
Zhao Feng said: "In my arms."
He was suddenly startled. There was no child in his arms. It was clearly just a piece of rotten wood. His body was also stained with moss.
He still pointed his sword at himself and saw that he still looked like a young man.
Zhao Feng said in shock: "How could this happen?"
Shen Lian said: "What is true is also false when it is false. There is nothing but nothing. Your magic is much better than before. Come out."
Zhao Feng was a little puzzled, and then he heard the sound of gentle footsteps, which was very rhythmic and somewhat consistent with the rushing sound of the river next to him.
Facing the setting sun, another man came over. He couldn't tell how old he was, and he was dressed as a scribe.
Regardless of whether the ground was clean or not, the scribe sat cross-legged in front of Shen Lian and said, "The feeling of miscalculation must be unpleasant."
Shen Lian raised his eyebrows and said, "You are very happy now."
The scribe smiled and said: "I am very happy."
Shen Lian said: "Aren't you afraid that if I free my hand, you will never be happy?"
The scribe said: "Do you think I will be afraid?"
Shen Lian suddenly smiled and said: "Whether you are Yanxu or he is turning into Zizaitian, I couldn't tell for a while."
The scribe said leisurely: "The demons are free and have no fixed personalities, so there is no difference."
Shen Lian said: "Do you know why you are not as good as me?"
The scribe did not answer immediately. After a while, he said, "Is it because I have no heart?"
Shen Lian shook his head and said: "Our attitudes towards life are actually amazingly similar. This is why I have always had a special attitude towards you, but in fact there is one thing I want to do better than you, and that is why you will always be the best. No place to go.”
The scribe asked curiously: "What exactly is it?"
Shen Lian smiled and said: "There is only one reason, and that is that you are not me."
This seemed ridiculous, but the scribe sighed deeply and said, "It is true."
He understood what Shen Lian meant. No matter how powerful he was, Shen Lian was the real protagonist in the past years. Even if he let Chao Xiaoyu fall this time, so what, Shen Lian was still Hunyuan Wuji, the most powerful Maybe the person who transcends time and destiny is still Shen Lian, and this will never change.
Even if he was angry for a moment, he could not change the established facts.
Shen Lian was speechless, and a faint black mysterious light appeared around him, which was the aura of Jiuyou.
… …
Chao Xiaoyu went from being unstoppable at the beginning to being precarious now. Maitreya's tall and majestic Dharma body exudes the Dharma intention of being the only one in heaven and earth. He waved an ordinary palm, which was the Tathagata Palm of the Buddha.
After crushing countless spaces, the mighty palm force truly fell on Chao Xiaoyu.