Cut yourself with a sword and transform the world into the Tao.
Without Feng Qingyang swallowing it, the spiritual light in the sky gathered into a fist-sized crystal and merged into Feng Qingyang's body.
Compared to the power of the Dharmakaya that was forcibly devoured by being killed, this crystal that was condensed voluntarily was relatively much more powerful.
Feng Qingyang was shocked, and before he could even react, his Dharma body collapsed, which meant that Duobao's choice was a bit regrettable, as the outcome was determined before the battle even started.
"Is it worth doing this?" When the Treasure-stealing Saint condensed in the void again, a few more people appeared beside him. This time, they were no longer unfamiliar faces. Feng Qingyang knew at least two of them.
The person who spoke was none other than the old man among them. This man had white hair and a youthful face. Feng Qingyang was very familiar with him. This man was clearly his cheap master, the Lord of the City of Sin.
"There is no question of worth or not, there is only choice. At least in my opinion, my choice is worth it!" He smiled at Feng Qingyang below, nodded to him, and hid in the darkness again. In fact, he did not leave, but just moved from the light to the dark.
The Lord of the City of Sin sighed, as if he had thought of something. He turned around and looked at the bald monk beside him. The man had his hands clasped together and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. No one knew what he was thinking.
"I say, what do you think, monk?"
"Amitabha, in my opinion, Donor Duobao has love in his heart, great love. That is why he made such a choice." The hungry monk said calmly.
Little did he know that after he said this, the faces of the people around him all became extremely ugly, as dark as they could be, but there were also a few people who looked thoughtful.
"You old bald donkey, you keep talking nonsense. Now, this city lord asks you, if it were you, what would you choose? Does it mean that going to war with them means you have no love?" The city lord of the City of Sin interjected, his tone a little depressed. He never thought that Du'e would say that.
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and focused his gaze on Feng Qingyang. Some choices had to be made, and it was a decision to make either way. He sighed and was about to descend from the clouds, but at this moment, someone was one step faster than him.
The monk Du'e, who was originally standing behind him, had already cut himself with a sword and lowered his Dharma body after he finished speaking, and came to ten feet in front of Feng Qingyang.
This time, billions of living beings have calmed down their minds again. Perhaps there will be another mineral war next. Only by constant fighting can they win the first place and become the unrivaled overlord.
His whole body was filled with brilliance, and the profound Buddhist principles saved all living beings. He had a love that was unprecedented in the world, just like their Buddha, with the kind of sacrificial and fearless spirit of cutting off one's flesh to feed an eagle.
Perhaps, Du'e had such an inheritance. He looked at Feng Qingyang with a smile on his face, put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, then said: "Little Taoist friend, how are you?"
This remark was a bit playful, and those who knew it thought it was nothing, but those who didn't know it were puzzled. What was going on? Now it seemed that this monk seemed to have an unusual relationship with Feng Qingyang, otherwise, he would never say such a thing.
"Junior brother hid it so well. I never thought he had such a relationship." Qian Shangli spoke, and Li Ge on the side nodded in praise. However, this is a good thing. At least it means that Feng Qingyang is less dangerous and has a better chance of survival.
"If my guess is correct, this Buddha is the one who taught my junior brother the profound meanings of Buddhism." Qian Shangli said again. With his intelligence, how could he not infer something from it
When everyone heard this, the modern monks were ecstatic, but the ancient and middle-age monks all had gloomy faces and shouted whether there was any justice in the world, this person was simply inhuman, he even had a relationship with the Holy Lord, how could they live
"It doesn't make sense. It really doesn't make sense. Doesn't this make them all relatives and friends?" someone said unhappily.
Feng Qingyang returned the greeting with courtesy, still bursting out with all his aura as before. Up to now, he had swallowed the power of three holy images in succession, in addition to the image of the Heavenly Dao he had swallowed before, as well as the Dantian world's continuous replication and swallowing of the Heavenly Dao of the spiritual world.
His strength was increasing all the time, to the point where every breath made a huge difference. Now, he had the confidence to fight them and fight to the end.
However, things did not go as he wished. Almost at the moment he stepped forward, Du'e said "Amitabha" and waved his hands, saying, "The Buddhist scriptures say that if I don't go to hell, who will? If my death can bring comfort to all living beings, then I might as well use my life to help them escape from suffering."
After saying this, without giving Feng Qingyang a chance to speak, he closed his eyes and transformed himself into a Dao between heaven and earth, just like Saint Duobao. The pure relics sparkled with brilliance. At the moment of transformation, he also deliberately engraved a trace of his Saintly Mark into it and passed it to Feng Qingyang.
“Why don’t you continue?” Above the sky, Du’e looked at the silent Feng Qingyang. The relic of his Dharma body floated between Feng Qingyang’s eyebrows, but the other party did not swallow it.
"I can't do it." Feng Qingyang was silent for a long time, and finally said helplessly.
No one could have imagined that the situation would take such a miraculous turn. He fought one after another with Gu Huang and Shi Huang, escaping death many times, but was unable to survive the battles with Saint Duobao and Saint Du'e.
But it was so easy. The Dharma body origin retained by the two of them almost completely surpassed that of Shihuang and Guhuang. The Saint Du'e chanted the Buddha's name again.
“If you don’t accept it, you will be ignoring billions of lives in the spiritual world. Doesn’t this go against your original intention?” He sighed and retired into chaos.
Feng Qingyang remained silent, raised his hand and finally put it away. The relics of the Holy Lord's Dharma body contained countless Buddhist mysteries. For him at this moment, it was a rare treasure.
Following the transformation of Saint Du'e, Feng Qingyang's aura became even stronger, and earth-shaking changes occurred again. His magic power surged, and as he spun, he actually broke the rules that blocked the four directions.
He is the sky here. His words are followed by laws. A thought can make flowers bloom. He rules the world, dominates the universe, controls the sky, and the rules move when he thinks. His eyes flash with an enchanting red light, reflecting an alternative color.
"My Tao is the Tao of all Taos. Perhaps you are right. Only when I am alive can you live." He spoke softly. Perhaps he had figured something out. All the emotions in his heart turned into calmness and indifference in an instant.
To outsiders, this sentence seemed extremely arrogant, but to some caring people, it was extremely heartwarming. His arrogant words could prove that he was qualified to achieve the third will of the spiritual world.