In this world, people have the heart to protect their shortcomings, and even a saint like Zhunti is no exception. Seeing the creatures that have nothing to do with him, the saint may only sigh, occasionally showing a trace of pity, and sing a song of Huangting. But if Zhunti wants to watch his Buddhist soldiers disappear into the sea of ​​blood, how can he not be angry?

The saint's wrath, the heaven and earth shake, and the wind and clouds change color. Above the entire sea of ​​blood, only the howlings of the Asura clan and the continuous tumbling of the blood sea. The shining Buddha light has now become like a wisp of scythe to harvest life, covering the entire sea of ​​blood. Cundi, who was furious, could not care about the cycle of reincarnation and cause and effect.

His only idea now is to kill all the creatures on this sea of ​​blood and turn the sea of ​​blood into a pool of stagnant water. Only in this way can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

Chen Yuyang and the other two were still standing in the void, but Chen Yuyang's eyes showed a faint smile. However, they were caught by Hongjun's sharp eyes. Hongjun said with a hint of embarrassment: "Boy, this method does not seem to be done by a gentleman, nor is it your style of conduct!"

Yang Mei also stroked her bearded eyebrows and persuaded her indifferently: "My friend Qingyang, a gentleman is as gentle as jade, gentle and elegant. Is it a bit too much for you to deceive Zhunti's mind like this and make Zhunti make such a mistake that goes against the way of heaven?"

Chen Yuyang smiled as if nothing had happened, Lingxu was shaking on the wind, and his footsteps were on the weak water, but there was no slight ripples on the calm water surface. Looking at the weak water under his feet, Chen Yuyang whispered: "How can the saint's mind be easily controlled and deceived? Just like this weak water, the weak water is clear and has no ripples. If Zhunti had not been angry in his heart, how could he do it!"

In fact, Hongjun and Yang Mei also know about this, but their starting point is different from Chen Yuyang.

"The wind blows the window, but it is not the wind moving, nor the window moving, it is just the human heart moving." Chen Yuyang twisted the folding fan in his hand, and the smile on his face became brighter: "As the leader of Mahayana Buddhism, would he not understand such a simple Buddhist verse?"

"Uh~~" Hongjun was speechless.

"In fact, everyone has a door that is closed by themselves. The door is closed in the darkest and most vicious thoughts. Only one can open it. Whether it is a saint or those of us who have understood the Hunyuan Taoist Fruit, they will have these negative emotions in their hearts. This is something that no one can get rid of. Even my Supreme Way of Forgetting Love is useless, it is just a joke. If the heart is not moved, then all demons will not arise. Have you two never understood the truth that demons are born from the heart in our formation?"

Chen Yuyang's eyes were constantly staring at the direction of the sea of ​​blood, and golden lights burst out from his condensed eyes, as if he was telling something. Although his tone of talking to Hongjun and Yangmei now seemed to be teaching two students who had not graduated, the way of the way was the first, and Hongjun and Yangmei did not have much emotion in their hearts.

Listening to Chen Yuyang's long speech, Hongjun just nodded, while Yang Mei was still twisting her beard and said lightly: "It's reasonable, it's reasonable!" Then the eyes that were slightly flashing with light narrowed again, as if they were asleep. It seemed that the killing between the two of them had nothing to do with him.

Above the sea of ​​blood, Cundi's anger and heartache had reached a peak. He had a twelve-grade golden lotus on his head, a seven-treasure tree in his hand, and a ten thousand-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-armed golden body towards the Styx step by step. Faced with such a saint with full magic power, the Styx could only barely resist even if he relied on the sea of ​​blood.

Now the sea of ​​blood has slowly disappeared under the anger of Cundi. The evaporated sea of ​​blood makes a gurgling sound, and the entire sea of ​​blood is boiling. The rich and dirty smell is even more sneering under the golden light of Buddhism and it is difficult to breathe.

"Children from the Styx, do you think I really dare not kill you? I am the supreme saint, an immortal existence between heaven and earth. If you kill my Buddhist sect today, even if I try my best, I will kill you on the sea of ​​blood. So what about the punishment of thunder in the heavenly way, so what about the cause and effect of the heavenly way, you can just lead your neck and die!"

The golden body of the vajra giant fell down with a thunder, and the entire sea of ​​blood seemed to explode, making a rumbling thunder sound. It angered a saint who had real fire, and the fate would naturally be very miserable and miserable. The Styx was trembling all over. Only then did he realize that although there was a line between the saint and the quasi-saint, the gap in realm was the difference between heaven and earth.

Under Zhunti's anger, Styx could not move all over, let alone resist. This was simply impossible.

Eight pairs of eyes, including anger, sadness, despair, and whine, but more of them were murderous anger, staring at the Styx. At this moment, the Styx felt that his life was passing by, bit by bit. Although he was already a great master living on the vast land for endless years, when his life was about to disappear, he still felt an inexplicable fear.

Yes, he was scared, and there was no reason. This was a kind of fear conveyed from the bottom of his heart, an inexplicable panic, and a resonance of the desire to survive deep in his heart.

Tilting his head, Junti smiled coldly and said, "What? You're scared!"

"Scared, huh, even if you can die in the hands of a saint, it will still be honored even if you die. Come on, Junti, my ancestor is not afraid of you, and I will never be afraid of you! Even if the world is destroyed, even if the sea of ​​blood disappears, I will not surrender to you, a traitor who deceives his master and destroys his ancestors." After a pause, Styx felt the beads of sweat as big as beads on his forehead, and looked at Junti with a false look and warned: "Zunti, you must know that the six paths of reincarnation were created by Master Qingyang. If you want to get a share of the pie, your fate will definitely be worse than mine. I will take the lead and wait for you there!"

Zhunti sneered and snorted, "It's this time, you actually want to threaten me. I don't know if you are too stupid or you are worried that I don't have the determination to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Seven Treasures Tree in Zhunti's hand fell instantly, and the Styx just closed his eyes sadly and quietly waited for the arrival of death. Only when a person is about to die will he feel that he is still afraid of death, and the Styx is no exception.
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