"Master, people have brought it."

After walking off the bridge, Wu Yunxian took Qin Yao to the outside of a holy palace and bowed down.

"Come in." In the Holy Palace, Master Tongtian sat on a wooden chair on the thirty-third stone steps, looking down at Wu Yunxian below as he brought the leopard spirit into the palace.

"Juniors pay their respects to the saint." When Wu Yunxian stopped, Qin Yao bowed deeply, his attitude was particularly respectful.

"Shen Gongbao, Shen Gongbao, are you so unsure of me?" Tongtian Cult Master asked in a low voice.

Qin Yao laughed dryly, knowing that the other party was talking about his worship of Bodhi: "It's not that I don't have confidence in you, but I think that as cannon fodder...well, a little person, you must have the consciousness of a little person."

"What is the consciousness of this little man?" asked the leader of Tongtian Cult.

Qin Yao said: "Survive!"

"No future, no ambition." Tongtian shouted softly.

Qin Yao's face had long been cultivated to be as deep as a city wall, and he smiled and said: "Master Lu Ya once gave me a similar evaluation... I think both of you overestimated me. Even if I have some talent, it's just me."

Just an ant struggling to survive in the big world."

Having said this, he took out the Immortal Killing Formation Disk from his hands and raised it high above his head: "Junior thanks the sage for lifting it up, but I really don't deserve this sword disk. I hope the sage will take it back."

Tongtian did not pick up the array, but asked: "Do you know why Bodhi was born?"

Qin Yao said: "Juniors dare not speak ill of our master."

"If you don't dare to argue, just listen."

Tongtian snorted coldly, obviously very dissatisfied with Qin Yao's decision to vote for Bodhi instead of himself: "When he became a saint, Jieyin Zhunti was not qualified to become a saint. In order not to miss the opportunity, they rushed to the Hongmeng Purple Qi when it still had an effect.

At this moment, he made forty-eight great aspirations in a row, borrowed merits from heaven, and became a saint.

Why do they have to make forty-eight paths? Just because the merits obtained by those who have less than the forty-eight paths of ambition cannot make them become saints immediately.

Therefore, these forty-eight ambitions become more terrifying as time goes by, and more difficult to complete as time goes by.

Now, after so many years, their hope of realizing their ambition is still elusive.

The merits of Heaven are not so easy to owe. If they are still unable to complete them, Heaven will punish them.

I don’t know how Jie Yin faced this punishment, but Zhunti had the idea of ​​dividing cause and effect, so he cut off all cause and effect from his own corpse, leaving a way out for him. This is Bodhi’s

origin.

Bodhi is not Zhunti, and Zhunti is not Bodhi, but Zhunti can be Bodhi."

Qin Yao blinked and said, "So, what does this have to do with this junior?"

Tongtian said angrily: "I want to say that you would rather worship a good corpse as your teacher than worship me. How ridiculous is that?!"

Qin Yao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, this junior is short-sighted."

Tongtian: "..."

Well, faced with such a piece of meat on a hob, what can you do to him?

After a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Have you ever thought about how you would deal with it if one day, Zhunti takes away Bodhi's will and is reborn under a shell?"

Qin Yao said: "Doesn't that mean that my master will be a saint by then?"

Tongtian: "..."

"You bastard!"

What kind of thinking does this guy have? It is completely different from ordinary people.

Qin Yao said: "Sage, this sword plate..."

"I will never get back the things I sent out to Tongtian." Tongtian said.

Qin Yao's mouth twitched.

Have fun, uncle.

"Sage, I cannot repay this kindness and karma."

Tongtian looked surprised: "Did I tell you to pay it back?"

Qin Yao: "..."

Do you still need to talk about this stuff?

Zhunti has to pay whatever he owes to karma, let alone me?

"Get lost, I'm getting angry just looking at you." Tongtian waved his hand.

Qin Yao pursed his lips, put down the stone plate, turned around and ran away.

Watching him transform into Changhong and leave, the corners of Tongtian's mouth raised slightly.

Can I outrun you?

The next moment, Qin Yao, who had just flown out of Biyou Palace, felt his hands sink. He looked down and saw that the stone plate was back again.

Stopping suddenly in the air, he took a deep breath, poured a large amount of immortal energy into the stone plate, and threw it towards the island.

"Whoosh~"

Under the control of his immortal energy, the stone plate fell straight into the island.

"Bang."

A moment later, the stone plate that had fallen towards the island flew back like a psychic, hit him hard on the back of the head, knocked him unconscious, and fell from a high altitude to the sea.

"Plop~"

Along with a small splash of water, Qin Yao's body suddenly disappeared on the blue sea.

Looking at this scene from afar, Tongtian let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Feeling comfortable...

How about going to Yuxu Palace to get the four swords back and put them on his sword plate?
Chapter completed!