Shi Tianwu shared with you the magnetic field rotation

Chapter 450 History encompasses the past, present, and future.

Wutian, also known as Bo Xun or Mara, is a notorious demon in the Three Realms. His dialogue with the Buddha is recorded in Buddhist scriptures, and it is impossible for anyone who studies Buddhism not to know about his dialogue with the Buddha.

Those familiar with Mara, the Demon King, know that his greatest skill is using illusions to shake people's beliefs and torture their minds.

Seeing that Wutian remained completely unmoved by his words, Chenxiang felt an urge to laugh.

Wutian is lying to people again.

"Your claim of good and evil transforming into each other is either because you're too stupid to think about it, or it's deliberate slander."

"The development of history is a spiral upward. Although there are cyclical phenomena, the overall trend is upward."

Agarwood's long hair fluttered in the wind, and sparks of light flashed all around him. He didn't intend to refute Wutian with a single sentence, nor did he want to debate with him here.

What Chenxiang was thinking about was how to destroy Wutian, the demon king, both in spirit and body, so that he would stop bothering him.

Wutian saw through Chenxiang's thoughts, and his upper body wounds healed quickly. He moved closer to Chenxiang's right side, making it easier for Chenxiang to use the Heaven-Opening Axe in his hand to cut him.

“Chenxiang, I admire you so much. You are much better than those bald monks who only talk the talk but don’t walk the walk, and you are also better than those who claim to be morally superior.”

Chenxiang swung his axe at Wutian's neck, severing Wutian's head.

Blood gushed from the severed wound, reaching a height of two or three zhang (approximately 6.6-7 meters).

The arm gripping the axe handle began to tremble, and countless scenes of beheadings flooded into Chenxiang's mind.

Wutian stuffed everything that had ever happened on this land into Chenxiang's mind, letting him see the different ways in which hundreds of millions of people died when their heads and bodies were separated.

Chenxiang fell into a hallucination, as if he had cut off the heads of millions of people.

Wutian instilled in Chenxiang millions of decapitation experiences, and these "experiences" aroused great disgust in Chenxiang's heart.

Chenxiang snapped the illusion out of her mind and erased all her reactions to it.

"You enjoy doing this, right? I'll give you something too!!"

Chenxiang transformed the knowledge and wisdom that had armed his mind into a weapon, and fiercely slashed into Wutian's mind.

The youthful, surging passion stirred up a crimson storm on the land, also churning towards the sinister winds and evil energy on Wutian's side.

The tornado that seemed to connect heaven and earth sucked in countless evil spirits and malevolent energies, while the surging crimson storm was also swept up within it. This time, the tornado that Chenxiang himself had created was also stained with his own blood.

Chenxiang unleashed a penetrating punch on every part of the enemy's being capable of thought.

Without a doubt, Wutian's mind was pierced by Chenxiang.

Wutian tried to find loopholes in the Buddha's thoughts and words as before, but found that his attacks on Chenxiang were ineffective and he himself was completely overwhelmed.

Wutian's beliefs were shaken, his theories lost their support, and he found that his existence in the Three Realms was also disintegrating.

“…Heh, hehehaha!” Wutian chuckled.

Two lines of bloody tears streamed down his face.

Wu Tian discovered that Chen Xiang's set of ideological weapons was also extremely powerful against all the gods and Buddhas.

Chenxiang was not only able to sweep away these evil demons and heretics, but also to reduce the high and mighty gods and Buddhas to dust in the annals of time.

Wutian felt that he, the demon king, was a filthy thing existing in the world, and that the gods and Buddhas who were his enemies were just stones in a latrine.

The young man before us, radiating a crimson aura, could restore clarity to the world.

"Did you figure this out yourself?" Wutian asked Chenxiang.

"History is not just about recording and describing what happened in the past, but also about the present and the future. It not only looks back on the past and studies the problems that happened in the past, but also looks at the problems that exist in the present, and even thinks about the problems that will appear in the future..." Wutian's figure gradually became transparent in front of Chenxiang, and he disappeared from Chenxiang's sight.

Wutian gave up on bewitching Chenxiang and on pulling him down into the demonic path. He wanted to watch Chenxiang from afar and see how Chenxiang could change the Three Realms.

The Demon King felt that he was no longer the greatest calamity for the gods of the Three Realms; Chenxiang was.

The Jade Emperor's position is also in jeopardy; he is highly likely to be kicked off the throne by his grand-nephew. Chenxiang is the greatest calamity he has faced since becoming the ruler of the Three Realms; if he cannot overcome it, he will die and the calamity will end.

The blood-red hurricane slowly subsided, and the sinister eyes of the ghosts flickered, revealing a consciousness beyond their evil instincts. These ghostly creatures howled and rushed into the underworld, no longer remaining in the human realm.

These strange creatures have already seen their fate; if they don't leave now, they won't even be able to remain strange anymore.

The gloomy world gradually cleared up, and the sun's light shone on the earth once again.

"..." Chenxiang remained silent.

He didn't really understand how he won.

He simply imitated Wutian, using the knowledge and wisdom imparted to him by the roadside to fight back against Wutian, and as a result, Wutian fled without a fight...

Chenxiang suddenly looked up at the southern sky and felt a familiar magnetic field flying towards him.

A black dot appeared on the horizon, gradually enlarging to reveal a human figure, which came to stand in front of Chenxiang by the roadside.

The person he was looking for came to find him.

"Chenxiang, what are you doing here? Didn't you go to heaven?"

“I took a few days off to come down to the mortal realm to take a look. Five years have passed in the mortal realm, and I’m a little worried,” Chenxiang replied.

"I just came from Mount Luojia in the South China Sea. I sensed you were fighting someone, so I came to check on you," the roadside man said to Chenxiang.

“Godfather, I came here to find you, but I ran into Wutian,” Chenxiang said.

"You chased him away!?" Some people on the roadside were shocked.

How could agarwood have improved so much in just five days since it was sent to heaven?

“It was the wisdom you taught me, Godfather, that made Wutian retreat on his own,” Chenxiang laughed.

"is it?"

As he pondered by the roadside, he wondered what wisdom Chenxiang had used to deliver such an effective special attack against Wutian.

Wutian himself had listened to him recite quite a few scriptures, and didn't seem like someone who could be easily persuaded by others.

In the blink of an eye, Chenxiang and the two people by the roadside flew over 100,000 miles and returned to the Dali Kingdom in the Southern Continent.

Lu Bian and Chenxiang flew across the surface of Erhai Lake. "Chenxiang, why haven't you made much progress?"

The person asking by the roadside was asking about the magnetic field power of agarwood.

"Godfather, how much stronger have you become in the past five years?" Chenxiang asked with a smile.

"Heh, just you wait..."

"Magnetic field rotation, 930,000 horsepower!!"

The power manifested as easily as breathing, without any leakage.

Mount Luojia in the South China Sea gave the roadside a clear first understanding of what a blessed land is, and why famous powerful beings in the Three Realms would reside in the temples within blessed lands.

(End of this chapter)