Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 786: The Demon Palace Shows Its Power Again
"You...lunatic!"

When Venerable Jingshi realized what Shen Yi was doing, his whole brain felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and he stumbled backwards in a daze.

Take an immortal vow and make a great wish!
This is the only way for the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian and the Great Freedom Bodhisattva to climb up. Over the years, only a few people dare to embark on this path.

It’s not because it’s difficult to embark on this path, but because the Golden Immortals have gone through a long time and have finally reached their current position, it’s difficult for them to muster the courage to go all out.

Taking an immortal oath would certainly gain the attention of Heaven and allow one to possess power far beyond that of an ordinary Golden Immortal, second only to those Emperors and True Buddhas.

But the price to pay is to destroy the immortality that one has worked so hard to earn.

Before having immortality, those who could reach the second level were all very courageous when they were young, fearless of strong enemies, and could only climb up by walking on the long steps made of countless piles of bones.

But after actually owning it, it is not easy to give it up.

Therefore, every second-rank strongman is waiting for an opportunity and will only take action when he is sure that his ambition can be accomplished.

To put it bluntly, even if I return to Bodhi Sect today and expose the true face of this beast, with the joint efforts of the two sects, I can successfully find the other party's position in the Heavenly Dao.

And then... it's nothing more than suppression. Even if the Buddha himself takes action, he cannot deprive a second-grade cultivator of the ability to reshape his skin. This is the reward from the Great Dao.

As long as one maintains immortality, there are unlimited opportunities to escape from the predicament one day.

Therefore, Venerable Jingshi could not understand Shen Yi's thoughts at all.

What made him even more pale were the three sentences he had just heard.

Peace in the world, save the people, and protect the world.

The situation in the world is very good now. The three Bodhi immortals and two religions have come out to save the world. Immortal temples and Buddhist temples have been built all over China. We only need to wait for the Human Emperor, who wants to coerce all the people and go against the will of Heaven, to lose the support of the people, and the Immortal Emperor to rule the world, and then this catastrophe can be ended.

Why does such a world need to be saved?

In other words, what kind of world is this golden immortal in front of him trying to conquer, and whose world is he trying to protect?

This immortal oath stands in opposition to the great sect and the immortal court, and there is absolutely no possibility of success.

If he wants to cut off his own path to immortality just to save himself, isn't that crazy?
"Go away!"

The Master Jingshi let out an unclear roar. He no longer wanted to get entangled with this madman.

This silent world gradually reminded him of the fear he had when he was young, a feeling that now seemed a little unfamiliar to him.

The emotion of fear is very unnatural for those who are free.

You won’t die anyway, so why would you be afraid?

He mobilized all his calamity power and poured it into the wooden fish, and finally realized that what he was afraid of was the unfathomable young man in front of him, a man who dared to be an enemy of the great sect and had ideas in his head that were even more crazy and terrifying than that of the Human Emperor.

"where are you going?"

As the young man spoke, the surroundings fell into deep darkness. The golden wooden fish was tightly wrapped by misty black clouds, as if it was stuck in a quagmire. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not move at all.

"Hachi... Hachi..."

The Venerable Jingshi opened his eyes wide, and the figure in a long robe that was approaching slowly was reflected in his pupils.

He breathed heavily instinctively.

As a strong man of the second rank, he can certainly make great ambitions. Although this is not something that can be achieved by just snapping your head and saying it. It requires great determination and perseverance, as well as real action for the matter.

But as the Nanxumi Worldly Bodhisattva for so many years, Venerable Jingshi had naturally made a lot of preparations.

But... he can't stand!
If you fail in the fight now, you will just lose a body. If you go crazy with the other party, you will destroy everything you have accumulated with great effort.

Therefore, he could only watch Shen Yi holding the sharp sword, as if he was holding not a magical treasure but a chisel.

The young man had a calm expression and his movements were rough. He smashed the Buddha's light flowing on the wooden fish again and again, and then stepped in.

During the whole process, the Venerable Jingshi was lying on the ground, just crawling backwards a few times, just like a rabbit in a hole, facing the approaching beast, unable to do anything except tremble.

After all, this wooden fish is his last resort.

In an instant, Shen Yi had walked in front of the Venerable Jingshi. He now looked like a Taoist, with clear eyes. However, the ferocity hidden in the deepest part of his pupils was even more chilling than his inhuman jade eyes before.

He suddenly stepped on the chest of Master Jingshi, then half-knelt down and clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands.

Their eyes met, and the monk said in a bitter voice: "Even if you can conceal the news temporarily, it will only last for three to five years. You will eventually be suppressed, and this time, you will truly perish..."

"Three to five years?"

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "More than I thought."

The moment the smile faded, the three-foot green sword fell down fiercely. Under the turbulence of a powerful aura far exceeding that before, the sword blade pierced through the chest of Master Jingshi without any hindrance.

Puff! The blood splattered on that fair face.

"I said, you can't leave."

Shen Yi drew out his sword and slammed it down fiercely once again. In contrast to this horrifying action was his extremely calm tone from beginning to end.

“I can’t leave.”

One after another, the blood plasma dyed the inside of the wooden fish red. The beautiful hands of Bodhisattva Pure World limp on both sides, with the fingertips twitching slightly, until there was completely no movement.

His skinny chest was now covered with holes, which was shocking to the eye.

But what was different from this tragic scene was that a sense of relief emerged from the monk's gradually dimming eyes.

He finally no longer had to face this crazy god of death. Perhaps returning to the Heavenly Dao to recuperate for a while would be just the right thing to soothe himself from the shock he had endured today.

"..."

Shen Yi drew out the Wuwei Sword somewhat numbly, and the slippery feel made him feel a little nauseous.

He stood up and leaned against the inner wall of the wooden fish. The sword in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a clang.

The power gained from swearing the immortal oath was beyond Shen Yi's expectations, so much so that even the Five-Quenching Blood Jade he had prepared was of no use.

His current tiredness was not due to exhaustion.

As a cultivator, after finally climbing over thousands of mountains and dangers and gaining a glimpse of the mysteries of the great Dao, who would be willing to give up easily?

Shen Yi has indeed been doing this, but that doesn’t mean he wants to put himself in a bind, which is why he sighed earlier.

"Eternal life..."

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the blood off his face.

After a long silence, Shen Yi suddenly smiled and spat: "Fuck you."

The more than twenty years in my previous life have already made me unforgettable. This life is only more than ten years, from Baiyun to Shenzhou, it is still very exciting.

What's the point of living so long? You're not an old bastard.

"It's all thanks to you."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and looked inside the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

To be honest, his immortality was a fake. If he really placed his hopes in the way of heaven, he might not have been able to make the decision so quickly before.

However, at this moment, Shen Yi's whole body froze. In the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, he was greeted by a pair of eyes that were shocked and frightened. After discovering that he was being noticed, the owner of that gaze quickly tried to avoid it.

But in these five dark and gloomy black cities, where could he hide? He was forced to look directly at the owner of this hall.

"..."

Although it was just a golden statue with a blurry face, Shen Yi still recognized the person's identity at a glance.

No, can you really pretend?

Shen Yi swallowed, he never thought that what he said unintentionally would become reality.

This Hall of Ten Thousand Demons can actually "steal" the fruits inside silently right under the nose of Heaven!
"Don't move, let me see."

Shen Yi's words were enough to bind Master Jingshi tightly into the invisible force, so that he could only look at him pleadingly.

As consciousness explores into that fruit position.

Shen Yi's eyes literally lit up... a vast calamity force just reflected directly into his eyes.

A rough estimate would be that it is at least one million kalpas.

This old monk has so much savings?!
Shen Yi simply couldn't imagine that if he had continued to fight with the other party in the swamp, he might not be able to exhaust the monk's strength even if he fought to exhaustion.

"Your Majesty!" The thing that Venerable Jingshi feared the most happened. He stared nervously at the invisible consciousness above him. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he clearly felt a hint of greed.

"Bring it here."

Shen Yi tried to draw out the calamity power inside without hesitation, and brilliant golden light began to surge between the two fruit positions.

The Pure World Bodhisattva looked at it with a dead heart, his entire mind was blank.

He didn't understand why he, who should have returned to heaven, appeared in such a gloomy death zone, and the voice that just sounded also made him recognize the identity of this "Your Excellency".

No wonder… no wonder the other party seems fearless.

This True Lord Taixu is not a second-rank cultivator at all. He actually dared to create a new "Heavenly Way" under the Heavenly Way!
Compared to this thing, the immortal oath made earlier doesn't seem like a big deal.

"..."

Not until he had extracted most of the calamity power did Shen Yi let go of the golden body with some reluctance.

It’s not that I’m soft-hearted, but I want to leave some for the monk to reshape his skin. Although it will take some time, it may come in handy in the future.

Feeling the abundant calamity power in his own fruit position, Shen Yi finally felt a little at ease.

Regardless of whether I can reshape myself or not, with these foundations, at least I won't be short of money when fighting with others, and I can also try to refine spiritual treasures.

Take the eight-tempered Buddhist treasure as an example. Even if one has sworn an immortal vow, it still takes a lot of effort to chisel it open. In a battle between people of the same realm, this can already create a lot of opportunities and should not be underestimated.

"..."

The Master Jingshi felt that trace of consciousness gradually fade away, and he still stood there in a daze, looking at the remaining calamity power which was barely enough for him to reshape his skin. Suddenly, he felt as if all of it had been drained away, and he couldn't help but want to cry.

If I had known this would happen, I would have made a great resolution and fought the opponent directly.

Now, I have fallen into this death zone. My life and death depend on that person's thoughts. I no longer have any chance to turn things around... I regret it!
"Brother, think positively."

The old ancestor Shenxu patted the golden body fruition on the shoulder and comforted him: "Look at me, old ancestor, I am doing well now. People should be content with what they have."

The Southern Emperor stood behind the two of them and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It is indeed quite good. If it were in Nanzhou in the past, as soon as Patriarch Shenxu uttered that name, he would probably be glared to death by this Venerable Jingshi.

"call."

Putting aside the noise in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes in the middle of the wooden fish, and suddenly his whole body felt much more relaxed.

He waved his sleeves to take back the Wuwei Sword, then packed up the Buddhist beads, Zen staff, and the short stick and wooden fish.

He held a magic sword in his right hand and a Buddhist rosary in his left hand, looking very wealthy.

This trip to the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons not only helped Shen Yi temporarily alleviate his immediate troubles, without having to worry about the two sects catching him out in advance, but also gave him some hope of fulfilling his immortal oath.

Reaching the first level, you are on par with the Six Imperial Buddhas.

He can sit on the lotus platform in Mount Sumeru and build the Emperor's Palace. For a cultivator, this is probably the end of his lifelong dream.

Shen Yi put all the things into the ring and looked far away towards the east.

Just as he was about to set off again, a voice he hadn't heard for a long time rang in his ears.

“My Lord, He is awake!”

……

The deepest part of the fairyland, the end of heaven and earth.

The majestic pillars are looming in the clouds, and the patterns on them exude an ancient atmosphere. There are nine similar pillars in total, and the floating patterns converge at the waist, outlining nine completely different patterns.

The five elements of heaven and earth, the birth and death of yin and yang.

In just a few words, it embodies the fundamental principles that make this world work.

If the first-class giants represent the origin of all things derived from the Great Dao, then these nine giant pillars are the cornerstones of the Great Dao's creation of the heaven and the earth.

At this moment, under the pillar carved with flame patterns, a group of righteous gods with tall and mighty figures and exaggerated and ferocious faces were all sitting cross-legged with their hands raised high.

In this crowd, the golden body became small and inconspicuous, and no one noticed that it was secretly sending messages to the mortal world.

The righteous gods are only responsible for maintaining the order of heaven and earth.

No matter how much the two religions and the Divine Dynasty fought, that was the law of the world and they should not have interfered. But the mistake was that the Bodhi religion attacked the righteous gods in Nanzhou.

It would have been fine if I had just taken action, but I also failed.

The reason why the true gods have not made a statement is, on the one hand, because Qi Feng and others who escaped back wanted to repay their gratitude and wanted to suppress the news first; on the other hand, if they want to hold Mount Xumi accountable and not be perfunctorily dealt with, they must invite someone with enough weight to go.

This also takes time.

"Please wake up, Ancestor God!"

Amid the mighty shouts, there was a hint of whispers.

"Shout along with me." Lord Qi Feng secretly bumped into the golden body's shoulder. Logically speaking, Qian Qing was not a true god, he just joined the true god's sect.

But who can blame him? Every time the other party encounters problems, he can always call on that ruthless man, and that man is a person who does not seek utilitarianism, so all the credit is given to this kid.

Today, Qian Qing is already a third-rank god in the Immortal Court.

Title: General Qingyun’s mighty spirit manifested!
They are the real people of the righteous religion.

Amid loud cheers, the stone skin on the giant pillar slowly peeled off, revealing a gray face with closed eyes. The face alone was so huge that it was unimaginable.

Then the shoulders and torso.

This terrifying giant pillar could only barely accommodate the body of the Ancestral God. As his eyelids trembled slightly, the hair lines on his head that spread out like snakes turned into flames visible to the naked eye, and then suddenly jumped up!
(End of this chapter)