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"Thousands of years!?" Zhuge Xiang shook his head at the words of the golden-winged man, and said, "Thousands of years is too long, I can't afford to wait, instead of helping you become a Buddha with a thousand years, why not let yourself practice and become a demon yourself!? ".

"You!? Become a demon for a thousand years?" With surprise in his eyes, the golden-winged man stared closely at Zhuge Xiang's eyes, trying to see if he was joking, but the golden-winged man was disappointed. He didn't see any artificiality or guilty conscience in Zhuge Xiang's eyes. Zhuge Xiang's words came from the heart, he became a demon for a thousand years, and he really had confidence in himself.

"The road to practice is far away, and every step is more difficult. Compared with a truly powerful person, a thousand years is only a flick of a finger, and a thousand years will become a demon? Why do you have such confidence?" Staring into Zhuge Xiang's eyes seriously, The man with the golden wings asked.

"Because of faith, what can't happen?" Looking at the golden-winged man, Zhuge Xiang answered, while speaking, Zhuge Xiang paused slightly, and said: "I think even if you don't have the power of the Buddha, it's not impossible to become a Buddha. Out of the mud but not stained? There is also a saying in Buddhism that you put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately? You cannot become a Buddha, it has nothing to do with the wishes of these zombies, and it has nothing to do with your own identity."

"Put down the butcher's knife? Become a Buddha right away? Is it that easy? How many loyal people can't become a Buddha in their lifetime, why do evil people become Buddhas after putting down the butcher's knife?" Shaking his head, the golden-winged man said with a trace of Helpless, looking at his appearance, it is obvious that his realm has reached the peak of a human monk, and only the final key to becoming a Buddha is waiting.

"Everything in the world is possible, but I don't have confidence in myself. So what else is there to practice?". Speaking of which. The devilish energy flashed on Zhuge Xiang's body, revealing his true body of the devil way, billowing devilish energy, extremely pure.

However, Zhuge Xiang's face was solemn and solemn, and Zen sounds sang a cappella, penetrating his heart. It is the Zen sound of the Heavenly Demon. When the Zen sound comes out, the stronger the demon nature and the more deeply rooted the person, the greater the impact and the stronger the power they will feel.

On the square, the Sanskrit sounds of thousands of zombies stopped. These zombies all showed pain on their faces, even those hairs were stiff. He also opened his eyes and looked over here. Eyes blood red...

The Zen voice of the Heavenly Demon can be heard as soon as it is sent, and it is short-lived, but the golden-winged man's eyes are shining brightly, and he is staring at Zhuge Xiang seriously. Zhuge Xiang is very weak. To him, he is like an ant. However, on this ant, He saw something completely unreasonable.

The Demonic Avatar, the man with golden wings knows what it means, but when using the Demonic Avatar, Zhuge Xiang used the Buddhist Kungfu, and the power is extremely powerful. Obviously, he has gone a long way with the Buddhist.

"Hahaha..." Staring at Zhuge Xiang with scorching eyes for a moment, the golden-winged man laughed loudly: "Why don't you switch to the Buddhist practice? A Buddhist and Taoist genius? I am looking forward to you more and more."

"No living beings can survive in this land of death. At most, you will all have to die here for a few years. At that time, you will naturally be bred into a zombie by this land of death and put under my command. Even so, you Don't you want to submit to me now?" Looking at Zhuge Xiang, the man with golden wings, he continued to ask.

"When I was born, I was worried about the things after death. Wouldn't it be too tiring to live?" Zhuge Xiang said with a wild smile.

"Haha, you are indeed a genius of Buddhism and Taoism. Although the words are popular, they contain the truth of Buddhism."

Although the man with golden wings was very optimistic about Zhuge Xiang, he didn't mean to force Zhuge Xiang. He laughed and waved lightly, indicating that Zhuge Xiang and others could leave. Immediately, with a shake of his golden wings, he returned to the nine-leaf lotus platform in the center of the square He got up and sat down, and returned to his dignified appearance.

"Let's go," Zhuge Xiang said as he patted Mo Wuyan beside him who was so stiff that he couldn't even move his fingers.

The body was stiff, Mo Wuyan looked a little dazed, nodded with difficulty, took stiff steps, and walked towards the outside of the Wanfo Temple ruins together with Zhuge Xiang.

"Remember, my door is open for you at any time. Compared to you now, I don't like to see you become a zombie." Behind Zhuge Xiang, the voice of the man with golden wings sounded again, which shows how much he values ​​Zhuge Xiang.

"Don't worry, there won't be such a day." Without looking back, Zhuge Xiang paused slightly, his tone remained the same, and then walked side by side with Mo Wuyan, leaving the ruins of Wanfo Temple.

In the center of the square, the golden-winged man's eyes slightly opened, looking at Zhuge Xiang's back, full of curiosity and expectation, he murmured in a low voice: "The disciple of the devil? Suppressing Evil Pagoda? He is only sixteen or seventeen years old, such an interesting young man, if he is not forced by the power of living beings, he must be kept no matter what."

The two of them were speechless, and walked ten miles around the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Mo Wuyan regained consciousness, let out a long breath, and gave Zhuge Xiang a thumbs up, "Junior Brother Zhuge, today I am convinced by Mo Wuyan." , in the face of such an existence, I can still talk freely, and I am almost suffocated in front of him."

"Regardless of cultivation, we are just one person. Since life and death are no longer in our hands, why not face it calmly?" Zhuge Xiang smiled, and Zhuge Xiang was still free and easy.

Mo Wuyan was overwhelmed by Zhuge Xiang's mentality and mind, and shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm not as proud as you, if you do it a few more times, I think I'll be scared to death, junior brother, you are really outstanding, even that A person who has reached the edge of becoming a Buddha actually favors you, how can you have so many scruples, why don't you agree with such a big mountain to rely on?".

"On the verge of becoming a Buddha? I think he is far away from him." Shaking his head, Zhuge Xiang replied, "Although I don't know what the cultivation of the power of vows in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple is, I also know that since it is the power of vows, it is natural for others to develop it." Faith from the bottom of your heart is enough, but those zombies were forcibly dragged to the square after death and assimilated by his Sanskrit sound, even if the power of their vows is also deceived, how can they become Buddhas with such means?".

Speaking of this, after a slight pause, Zhuge Xiang replied with a smile: "Favour? I'm a disciple, and I didn't even agree."

"Elder Xujing. Take you as a disciple?" Looked at Zhuge Xiang. Mo Wuyan said with a smile: "I never thought that you, Zhuge Xiang, have such a sense of humor."

Smiling without saying a word, since Mo Wuyan didn't believe it, Zhuge Xiang naturally didn't say any more.

Looking at Zhuge Xiang's appearance, it doesn't seem like a joke. Besides, since the man with the golden wings can like Zhuge Xiang, why can't the elder Xujing? My heart was terrified. Mo Wuyan asked: "Junior brother Zhuge, are you serious? Who is the elder? Can you tell me the truth."

"If you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you won't have it." Zhuge Xiang shook his head and said with an inscrutable look.

Day by day, many disciples of the Puppet Sect and Asura Sect were still rushing to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, seeing the endless zombies, these people who had finally arrived at the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. His expression changed in horror, and he fled quickly.

For these people. The Gold Wing man didn't pay attention either. After a while, they themselves would become zombies and join him. They were not in a hurry to make a move. Of course, if there were some guys who didn't know the current affairs and wanted to enter the square to make trouble, the Gold Wing man would not I'll be more polite.

Trapped in this place of death, no one can get out, food is scarce, and there is no hope of escape. These trapped disciples of Shura Sect and Puppet Sect have become more vicious one by one. Terrible power can often erupt, revealing an ugly face, and for food, these people can make even more heinous moves.

The disciples of the Asura Sect are relatively better. There is hope in their hearts. The sect should find out about the situation here and send people to save themselves. However, those disciples of the Puppet Sect are completely desperate. The disciples of the same sect are killing each other for food. Things are not uncommon, and even those female disciples would not hesitate to sell their bodies for food, it is not surprising.

Conspiracy, scheming, and poisoning are happening every day in this place of death. In the midst of this despair, some pretty female disciples are even more targeted by others.

These people fought frantically for the only remaining food, and the Shura Sect and Puppet Sect disciples were decreasing day by day. In the end, these people even learned to preserve the corpses. When they were hungry and crazy, the act of cannibalism finally took place up.

Soon, half a year passed like this. In the past six months, it has been a brutal half year, and the number of people has dropped sharply. Now, even if you want to meet a few other people, it is very difficult, let alone kill them. Their food, the damn ones are almost dead, and the ones that are not dead are all hiding in the corners and lingering on their last days.

For Zhuge Xiang, the past half year was also a cruel and inhumane half year, not because of food, the problem of food, foresight, as early as when he first came to this place of death, he realized the serious problem of food, Zhuge Xiang and Mo Wuyan, I don't know how many disciples of the puppet sect were beheaded, and all their resources were pulled out, and many disciples of the Shura sect who had evil intentions were even killed in the hands of Zhuge Xiang and the others.

A small cave, all kinds of magical artifacts, piled up like a mountain, at least five or six hundred pieces, these are Zhuge Xiang's trophies, stored magical artifacts, Zhuge Xiang also harvested about two hundred pieces, Lingshi coins, Pills, various materials, and of course a lot of food, these foods are enough to support Zhuge Xiang for a year or so.

In half a year, Zhuge Xiang only killed two or three hundred people, and gained very little experience. In the past six months, because he had no target to kill, Zhuge Xiang could only rely on his life profession to gain a small amount of experience. The second level of the realm, this is the slowest half year of Zhuge Xiang's growth since he practiced.

However, fortunately, Zhuge Xiang has harvested enough magic weapons, especially those puppet disciples who more or less have the habit of collecting materials for casting puppets.

As soon as these materials were put away, Zhuge Xiang took out the magical artifacts, appraised them one by one, then disassembled these magical artifacts, recast them, and forged the medicinal materials into Huixue Pill and Huiqi Pill.

In the past six months, although Zhuge Xiang relied on life professions, the experience he gained was far inferior to killing monsters, but the two life professions of casting master and appraiser have been greatly improved. Even the elixir master, Zhuge Xiang, can make good-quality elixir.

On this day, Zhuge Xiang was dismantling several magic tools and using these materials to continue forging. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps. Walking in from the cave, a male voice sounded: "Brother, the ashes at the door are still warm. I looked in the cave, there must be someone." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, novels are better and updated faster!