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　　The smile on Wutian's face gradually converged.

　　Finally, he couldn't help but snorted and said again.

　　"You monk, you are really bold enough to speak. Compared with before, you are even more reckless."

　　"Could it be that you are really not afraid of angering this seat and killing you on the spot!?"

　　"Do you think that the name of this Mara came for nothing?"

　　"Think that the name of this dark abyss is just a code name?"

　　"Boy, do you know... what is magic?!"

　　……

　　Moruo Wutian, every time he asks a question, the devilish energy in his body will be blazing.

　　The final voice fell.

　　The magic marks were all over the body.

　　Turning around, the pressure dissipated.

　　The messengers in black robes, Zhao Li and others were all unbearable.

　　Under this pressure, he was forced to kneel on the ground.

　　On his forehead, there were beads of sweat the size of beans, which rolled down.

　　Although Wuxin is the highest in the field.

　　At this time, his complexion was also pale.

　　But the opponent was so powerful.

　　But didn't back down.

　　Instead, he said solemnly.

　　"The little monk is just because he knows that this place is not a good hall, and that Mara has been waiting in this dark abyss for thousands of years, that he dares to speak like this."

　　"Because the poor monk knows that in Mara's heart, the great calamity to the west is above all else."

　　"And the little monk himself is now closely linked to the westbound affairs."

　　"So even if Mora still has murderous intentions for me, he definitely won't do it at this moment."

　　"As the old saying goes, that's what it means when you can't bear to make a mess."

　　"Thousands of years have passed, and the little monk does not believe that the legendary Mara will not even understand this truth, and will not even bear this humiliation..."

　　"As for the devil, at least, in the eyes of the poor monk, he only knows about massacres, and he is not a real devil."

　　……

　　His words landed.

　　Opposite Moruo Wutian, he was silent for a long time.

　　After a long while, he spoke.

　　But right now, I don't want to dwell on the problem just now.

　　Instead, the conversation changed and he asked again.

　　"Really, then what are you talking about, what is the real devil?"

　　Seeing this, Wuxin also looked solemn and explained.

　　"A real demon should have the courage to subvert everything, and the courage to change the sun and the moon to a new sky! One of his thoughts can turn the earth upside down, and he weaves a lie, which can make the world dance for it, and make countless people think about it. The madness...this is the real devil!"

　　"Forgive the poor monk to put it bluntly, there is no Heavenly Daoist friend's current state, at best, they can only be regarded as butchers with higher combat power.

　　It is really difficult to be the role of the devil. ".

Chapter 137

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　　His words silenced the crowd.

　　After a moment.

　　Moruo Wutian laughed again and turned to look at Wuxin.

　　There was a little more playfulness in his expression, and he said again.

　　"interesting."

　　"It seems that Wuxin Daoist friend is not unwilling to cooperate with us, but that he doesn't like the means of my demon door."

　　……

　　"Am i right?!"

　　No day comes to the end.

　　There was a little more seriousness in his expression.

　　The depths of his eyes were even more ferocious.

　　And at this moment, he met the other's gaze.

　　Wuxin was unmoved, but nodded calmly and continued.

　　"You can say that."

　　"Friend Wutian keeps talking about the battle between the devil and the Buddha. In fact, from the poor monk's point of view, the essence is no different from the replacement of the dynasty in the world. In the end, it's just a game where you sing and I appear."

　　"Has there been any new changes in this world?"

　　"It's nothing more than changing a group of people to become immortals."

　　"If you disguise your appearance a little bit, you will become the original god and Buddha."

　　"Whether it's a true god or a false god, it doesn't make much difference to the gods on earth, isn't it?"

　　……

　　"Do you think it's inappropriate for this seat to do this?" Wutian asked again.

　　Wuxin replied, "I can't say it's wrong, but it's boring, that's for sure."

　　"No...meaning?"

　　When Moruo Wutian heard this, his eyes widened.

　　To be honest, he thought a lot of answers at the moment.

　　But never thought of that.

　　Will never end up hearing such a reply.

　　He has been asking for thousands of years.

　　The shocking event that countless saints participated in the planning behind it.

　　In the end, in this unintentional mouth, the reply I got was just a boring sentence?

　　……

　　This answer made Wutian stunned, and he was naturally somewhat dissatisfied in his heart.

　　So he turned his head up, looked at Wuxin in front of him, and asked again.

　　"Little friend's tone is not small, then if this matter is given to you, what will you do. "?"

　　"Naturally, it is to spread my Mahayana Buddhism, and take this opportunity to save all sentient beings."

　　Inadvertently talking about this.

　　The corner of his mouth finally brought up a smile.

　　And Wutian started to be a little confused.

　　"Broadcast... the Mahayana Buddhism? The kind from Lingshan??"

　　"The Mahayana Dharma in Lingshan is just a gimmick. What the poor monk wants to teach is the real Mahayana Dharma!" Wuxin continued to explain.

　　On the other hand, Wutian listened and interrupted directly.

　　"No matter what kind of person he is, it's always scriptures anyway, right?"

　　"The catastrophe is coming."

　　"Your first thought is not to recruit troops and buy horses to strengthen the power of the Demon Sect, but to spread the scriptures around the world?"

　　No sky looks weird.

　　The black-robed messenger, who had been silent at the side, finally couldn't help it when he heard this.

　　He also opened his mouth and sneered towards Wuxin, saying.

　　"Monk, I think you are reading the scriptures, you are stupid."

　　"You mocked us just now, saying that I don't have a sage in the devil's sect, and I will definitely lose if I go to the teachings and the Buddhist sect."

　　"Why did you bring out a few scriptures when I got here. Could it be that, in your opinion, the so-called Mahayana Buddhist scriptures in your mouth are more powerful than the saints?"

　　……

　　Heipao said, with disdain written all over his face.

　　Inadvertently listened, but was not provoked by the other party.

　　Completely ignored each other.

　　This time, he raised his head and looked at Moruo Wutian, but he changed the subject and asked again.

　　"Daoist Wutian thinks, what is the real reason for the decline of the Demon Sect after the death of the demon ancestor Rahu?"

　　"Is it really just because of Luo Hu's death?"

　　"What, isn't it?"