The Dragon from Hell

"You mean, your saint worships the Three-phase Buddha... the Killing Buddha?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but clench his fingers when he heard this.

He and Guan Mo thought that this saint came from the third world. The divine power mentioned by Baihu and others was given by this saint. She absorbed the power of faith in a place like a Buddhist temple. This saint should have regarded herself as a god.

But I didn't expect that this saint not only didn't have it, but also worshipped the Three-phase Buddha of the Dharmakaya that Qin Feng got when he was in Linxian Continent.

Although the names are different, Qin Feng can be sure that this Killing Buddha is the Three-phase Buddha.

If the Shura Gate Saint came from the third world, why did she know the Three-phase Buddha? Could it be that this Buddha statue also exists in her world?

Thinking of this, Qin Feng frowned, and he wanted to meet the saint more and more eagerly to ask clearly.

He walked up to Baihu and said no more: "I'm asking you, where is the saint you mentioned?"

When it comes to this, Baihu, who always knows everything, suddenly trembles, and the horror on his face is not fake at all. His face instantly loses its color, like a blank sheet of paper.

"No, no, no, I can't say this!"

Qin Feng expected that he would not say it so easily, and said coldly: "You should be able to see that the two of us are not ordinary people. You saw how Palmer died. You are afraid of your saint, but not us?"

Baihu looked at Qin Feng and swallowed his saliva, and his hair stood up for a while.

He could see that the man in front of him was definitely not an ordinary person, and he also knew what this method was like. After all, even if Palmer died, his soul would be stupid when he came back.

Before, with the saint, he knew that even if he died, he would have a chance to "resurrect".

But in front of these two people, if he died, he would really die.

For a moment, Baihu was sweating profusely and could not respond for a long time. Now there were two dead ends in front of him.

Seeing that he could not respond, Qin Feng did not completely block his way and took a step back: "You have followed the Saint for a long time, right?"

I don't know why he suddenly asked this, but this question is obviously much easier to answer than the previous question: "Yes, yes, I have followed the Saint for twenty years."

Baihu swallowed his saliva and answered honestly.

"In just twenty years, you have become one of the four great envoys under her seat. It seems that she values ​​you very much." Qin Feng nodded, as if chatting with a casual tone.

Such a casual tone did not make Baihu relax, but made him more nervous: "Why, why are you asking this?"

"Since you have followed her for so long, you should know something about her. Then you must be able to guess that the Saint you serve is not an ordinary person, and may not even be from this world."

Hearing this, Baihu was silent.

Yes, those who can become God's messenger, in addition to being absolutely loyal to the Saint, also have excellent cultivation talent and brains.

Baihu is not a completely smart person, he is too conceited.

But he was able to find something wrong after Palmer's soul returned and set up a maze, which shows that he is not a stupid person.

Since he is not a fool, from the power that the Saint possesses and bestows on them, he should be able to feel that the Saint is definitely not a mortal.

She has power that this world has never had, and enshrines a Buddha statue that has never appeared in this world.

Presumably, she has mentioned the truth of this world to them.

Even if it is only a little bit, Baihu should have guessed something a long time ago.

Seeing him silent, Qin Feng knew that he was right: "If that's the case, then you should be able to see that the power we two have is the same as your saint."

Bai Hu's body trembled, and he looked at Qin Feng fiercely: "You, what do you mean?"

Qin Feng smiled and patted his shoulder: "Don't be so nervous, I know that whether you reveal the location of this saint or not, it's a dead end. I don't want to kill you all, so I'm giving you a way out now."

"What?" Bai Hu was stunned for a moment, and then became more alert.

"It's very simple. Since you can see that the two of us and your saint are from the same world, you should understand that we are definitely not looking for her to be her enemy. How about this, I won't force you to tell me the location of the saint. Whether to meet us is up to your saint to decide, how about it?"

Hearing this, Bai Hu hesitated.

Qin Feng didn't look like he was lying to him, and it seemed unnecessary.

After all, if Qin Feng really wanted him to tell the truth, there should be hundreds of ways.

Apart from anything else, the black-haired man just now seemed to have a way of captivating people.

For now, Qin Feng proposedThis "life path" has really become his only choice.

Seeing him hesitate, Qin Feng did not speak, but it is almost certain that Baihu does not know that the saint has left the heart-eating curse on him.

Qin Feng did not want to resort to trickery because he was afraid of triggering the heart-eating curse. In this way, he might not get the position of the saint, but also lose Baihu.

But it is better not to know, so that he can still negotiate with Baihu.

Baihu hesitated for a while, and finally turned to look at Qin Feng: "What should I do?"

"It's very simple," Qin Feng smiled: "You come to contact the saint, and then tell her what happened today, let her decide whether to see us or not."

...

At the same time, Beijing.

After returning from Hong Kong Island, Chen Chuqing hurried to the hospital, clearly telling herself in her heart: Qin Feng is in the hospital.

But she still felt uneasy, because Long Daoling said that the nameless sword technique was created by him and only taught to Qin Feng. There was no way that there was a fourth person in the world who could do it.

Moreover, this set of sword techniques was tailored for Qin Feng according to his conditions when he was in the Nether Prison. No one except Qin Feng himself could use this set of sword techniques to perfection, including Long Daoling himself.

Chen Chuqing felt uneasy and decided to return to the capital first.

When she entered the ward, she didn't know what kind of mood she should use to open the door.

She hoped not to see Qin Feng, but was afraid that he was really gone.

If Qin Feng in the ward disappeared, did it mean that the person with Guan Mo was...

Before she could finish her thoughts, the door of the ward was opened from the inside.

"Sister-in-law, are you back?" An Jiuxiao had dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not slept since he received the call last night.

Chen Chuqing secretly put away her expression and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Jiuxiao."

She didn't dare to look inside, and after a pause, she asked with difficulty: "Qin Feng, he..."

Before she finished speaking, An Jiuxiao responded: "Brother Feng? Don't worry, he's fine."

Hearing An Jiuxiao's affirmative answer, Chen Chuqing's heart "snapped".

Looking up into the ward, she saw a man with medical equipment still lying quietly on the bed.

The instruments connected to various parts of his body made a "beeping" sound, indicating that he was still alive.