MTL - Estranged-Chapter 98 What would you choose now?

Yun Weisi pinched his chin.

Breathing is weak, but still there.

The other party's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes, looking at him through the gap, the light was dim.

"How long until you die?" Yun Weisi asked.

Chang Ming didn't answer.

Yun Weisi didn't expect the other party to answer, and went to search directly.

He held her in his arms, stretched his hands under his clothes, his movements were ambiguous and lingering, like the intimacy between lovers, while Chang Ming was soft and boneless, docile and leaning, without resistance, from the perspective of others, the relationship between the two would never have been imagined real situation.

"Do you want me to end your pain with my own hands?" Yun Weisi said softly, tenderly.

Chang Ming still didn't make a sound.

He really didn't have the energy to speak anymore, his long hair like a crow's feather hung loose to cover half of his face, and the remaining half was pale and bloodless, as if he was about to fall into a deep sleep in the next moment and never wake up again.

Chang Ming moved slightly and raised his head to look at him.

The four eyes are facing each other, and each can look into the deepest part of each other's eyes.

It was so cloudy and foggy that it was already impossible to see through it at a glance.

Naturally, Yun Weisi felt that he had never been able to guess what this master was thinking in his heart.

And I may look up to him at first, the only hope in a desperate situation. This kindness urges him to work hard day and night, and teaches him not to be proud of his talent, not to be stuck in the same place because of his progress. , imperceptibly, it becomes yearning, which is endless, even with the Sifei Sword, it cannot be cut off.

Yun Weisi used to try his best to catch up with the other party, trying to keep up with his pace, hoping that one day he could walk side by side with the other party and overcome obstacles on the road of cultivation hand in hand, but he found that Jiufang Changming would never stop to look at him. It seems that there can be room for everything in the world, but it can't accommodate him alone.

He still remembers every day and night he spent in Jiuchongyuan, facing the boundless galaxy on the other side, watching the sun and moon teleport, and the stars turning, his heart felt haggard, without sadness or joy.

At that time, he thought that Jiufang Changming was dead, and he would never be seen again in the sky and the earth. In order to keep the promise he had made to the other party, he still had to stay in the Jiuzhongyuan, and he didn't know when he would be free. This torture, Does this person know?

The other party will never know how he was infected with the magic energy.

Those monsters swarmed in, their cultivation base was strong, and sometimes there were so many people that even Yun Weisi might not be able to resist. The demonic energy peeped at his weakness and injuries, and took the opportunity to penetrate into the limbs and bones, wandering in the meridians, floating in the sea of ​​consciousness, As a result, Yun Weisi didn't show his face, but his body often had to endure the pain of being torn apart.

After a long time, the sea of ​​clouds came into being, and he could have a moment of respite at night, and continue to fulfill his promise during the daytime for the rest of his life.

Until Jiufang Changming came back from the dead, Yun Weisi thought that he would be redeemed too, but these demonic energy refused to let him go, day and night, tortured him all the time, clamoring for him to abandon his Dao heart as soon as possible, even if Changming used four Feijian's spiritual power was temporarily suppressed, and that was only temporarily. At best, his voice in the sea of ​​consciousness was a little softer, but it never disappeared.

Now, those voices finally disappeared, and Yun Weisi could feel the demonic energy in his body continuously boiling and cheering, surrounding and urging him to kill the person in front of him, cutting off the demonic barrier with his own hands.

"There's not much time left."

Yun Weisi suddenly said something very strange, and he didn't know whether he was referring to Chang Ming or himself.

"Let me ask you one last time, what would you choose now?"

Chang Ming said slowly: "My heart is the same, how about you?"

Yun Weisi smiled: "It's the same."

Changming: "If you haven't acquired the mind of Dao, why bother to think about it? Before you think, your biggest problem is that you think too much. It used to be like this, but now you have become a demon, and it is still the same. If this is the case, let me take a look. You, how much stronger than before."

Yun Weisi: "I am afraid that you are not worthy to fight with me now. If you refuse to hand over Zhou Ke's soul, then die with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Chunchao Sword appeared in his hand, and the sharp blade turned into a sword light, slashing towards the neck of the person in his arms!

Yun Weisi's strike was so fast that there was almost no time for anyone to react, and monks below the master level could not block this sword at all.

As for Chang Ming, he is now like a candle in the wind, and it will go out at any moment, so it is bound to be difficult to catch it.

It's just a moment's work!

A moment later, even if his head hadn't landed on the ground, a gap would be cut in his neck, blood gushed out, his spiritual power was completely lost, and it was impossible for a **** to save him.

But Yun Weisi felt that his arms were suddenly empty.

The weight suddenly disappeared, the sword light passed, and Chun Chaojian lost his hand.

At the same time, Yun Weisi heard the other party's voice.

"Everything in the world is inseparable from its origin. There is nothing in Taoism. There is nothing to disturb yourself. Heaven and earth have knowledge. Plants and trees have intentions. The momentum is endless and cuts across the sky."

It's a poem but not a poem, and it's like the gatha of Fa Jue, dispelling Yun Weisi's second offensive.

Lift weight like light, float like a feather.

Yun Weisi's expression froze, and he let go of the last bit of negligence.

It's almost exhausted, but it can explode to such a point, is it a flashback, or is the other party unfathomable?

…

Chunchi opened his eyes wide.

He has no time to care about the battle situation on Yun Weisi's side now.

Because he discovered that Sun Buku had firmly grasped the initiative, so that the outcome of this fight was no longer in suspense.

Wanlian Buddha Land has been in business for decades, absorbed the power of faith, and gradually cultivated the behemoth it is today, and he himself, sitting on all the resources, used the people's beliefs and evil spirits as nutrients to refine his cultivation power step by step, thinking to himself It is already comparable to the Buddha Xutianzang back then. Even if the power is distributed to Wanlian Basheng and others, he is enough to aspire to the top of Buddhism and surpass all living beings.

As for Sun Buku, he has lived in seclusion for many years and practiced in seclusion. Most of the secular affairs of Qingyun Temple were taken care of by others. If it weren't for the fact that after the Liuhe Zhutian Formation, the grandmaster's grand master had lost more than half, the various sects had always maintained a delicate balance. Chi also needed to find new soul-gathering beads for the formation, and had no time to ask Qingyun Temple, otherwise, how could they indulge them and call them the second sect of Buddhism along with Wanlian Buddha Land.

But now, the inconspicuous Sun Buku has become a blockbuster, cutting off his vitality as soon as he appeared, leaving Chunchi with nowhere to go.

In all directions, the opponent has no flaws.

At the end of the day, there is no way out for myself.

Chunchi felt scared for the first time.

It wasn't because Sun Buku's cultivation was so high that he was afraid, but because he could feel the breath of the Buddha Xutianzang on the opponent.

This cognition almost broke him.

The Buddha's light hit his face and landed on his forehead.

All the evil spirits and ghosts around Chunchi's body were wiped away. He couldn't feel any pain himself, and his figure had already drifted backwards.

What is the pinnacle of cultivation in the world?

Is it like Xutianzang Buddha, who became a Buddha in the flesh, and his golden body lasts forever, but his spiritual consciousness is no longer there? Or is it like Luomei Zhenren, the former suzerain of Wanjian Immortal Sect, who soars in the daytime, climbs clouds and rides cranes in full view, and becomes A legend admired by all people?

For many years in the past, Chun Chi has been thinking about this answer, until Jiang Li, the suzerain of the Wanjian Immortal Sect, appeared and told him a secret, making his speculation a firm fact. Chun Chi finally believed that there are no gods and Buddhas in the world.

The so-called unattainable attainment of immortality and Buddhahood has always been a wishful dream of monks. Instead of betting on it all your life, it is better to enjoy yourself in time, let yourself become the **** of all saints, and enjoy the incense in the world.

But now, seeing the appearance of Xutianzang Buddha, endowing Sun Buku with the indestructible body of a vajra, helping him defeat himself, as if the real Buddha personally punished the false Buddha, Chunchi had great doubts about his belief for the first time.

"You tell me-"

He tried his best to ask for an answer.

"In this world, are there any gods and Buddhas?"