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Chapter 147 The Debate Between Life and Death
Indra also saw Li Ang's solution.

It's just that right now he is unable to protect these fellow sects. Whether he can survive to continue the inheritance of Vedicism depends on whether they can really listen to his own words.

After all, I have to leave. The Vedic religion is facing the challenge of annihilation this time. Only wise and determined people can continue the Vedic religion.

To some extent, Li Ang's stimulation is also a kind of screening.

Li Ang walked towards the monk who spoke rudely just now. The powerful coercion and momentum on his body were constantly stimulating and challenging the monk's bottom line.

"Don't come here!" The monk backed away again and again.

But the essence in the body has already operated on its own, and it is suppressing this violent force entirely by will.

"This is the Pantheon, your territory. Why do you back off from me, a dark creature?"

"It's because you think you can't beat me, not my opponent. Or you must obey Di Shi's orders, even if this trash is about to die."

Li Ang kept provoking, the veins on the monk's forehead popped up, his fists were clenched, his teeth were clenched, and he tried his best to control his emotions.

"Since you want to do something, why do you have to endure it? Could it be that the Vedic religion started with the way of tolerance?"

Li Ang bewitched every sentence.

The monk in front of him retreated again and again.

What is conceded is not only the pace, but also the bottom line.

"Thief, die!" The spokesperson of the god who returned from the distance couldn't bear it anymore. Immediately, the "spiritual light" approached, and the fists and palms were like pouring rain, and the shadows of the fists covered the sky and covered Li Ang.

Li Ang chuckled, as expected, the fishing law enforcement still took the bait.

"Finally, it didn't make me look down. There are still tough guys in Vedicism."

"It's just... At your level, it's not enough to attack me! Enough!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Ang's fist charged up and blasted out.

It doesn't even need accurate aiming, it just vents out its power roughly.

Under the blessing of the rotating magnetic field, the power of just one punch has surpassed this overwhelming fist shadow.

The magnetic field expanded the scope of the fist, and the monk flew out directly, bursting out a string of amazing blood beads in the air, and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, with more air than air.

"Courage is commendable, but this kind of strength, it's better not to show yourself."

Li Ang's eyes swept over everyone, and the terrifying pressure made everyone breathless.

Originally he was seriously injured, with a huge gash in his body, but he was so powerful that no one dared to step forward.

Ignoring the dying monks, Li Ang continued to approach, teasing the nerves of the monks.

"At this level, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you are really a bunch of softies. I really don't know if the competition with Elemonte College will be the same as it is now, step by step, with no bottom line."

Li Ang still didn't think it was enough, so he continued to say hello in front of the monk.

"I almost forgot that the first generation of monks also relied on their own forbearance. In front of other forces, they were humble and small, which led to the establishment of Vedicism. You filial sons and grandsons must inherit his mantle, and you will win out of blue Yu Lan."

Li Ang was so eccentric that even Indra's cheeks swelled, and he couldn't help but refute Li Ang.

"Humiliate the ancestors, I will fight with you!" Another monk who couldn't bear it rushed forward.

It was still crushed by Li Ang's punch without any suspense.

The two attacks directly silenced the monks.

Only this time, without two thorns, the remaining monks seemed to be willing to accept the reality, the reality that Vedicism had been completely trampled underfoot.

Seeing that no one stood out, Li Ang didn't feel aggrieved. Instead, he clapped his hands and said, "Very good, your choice has successfully saved your lives. Now we will make a new stage of decision..."

Li Ang asked: "You are all Vedic monks, the tried and tested spokespersons of the gods. If the body is destroyed and only the soul is left, is there any way to revive under such circumstances?"

This is the top priority of Li Ang's Vedic teaching today.

Now take the opportunity of the test to speak out.

Indra couldn't give him an answer, and other god spokespersons might have different ideas.

It's just that after Li Ang finished speaking, his eyes quickly swept across the monks present, and saw that they all had complicated and tangled expressions on their faces, and some even frowned.

"Sure enough, the entire Vedic religion has been developed for hundreds of years, and even a soul cannot be revived. How can a sect of this level talk about inheritance?"

Sure enough, this stimulation still stimulated some monks.

They can still defend themselves if they can't beat them because Di Shi ordered restraint and forbearance.

But now Li Ang is directly tarnishing the strength and heritage of Vedicism, how can this be tolerated?
"Hmph, the depth and depth of Vedicism are beyond the reach of mere mortals. Now that we are under the fence and under the breath of others, it is because we are not good at learning, and it does not mean that the foundation of Vedicism is not enough!"

"What you said about reviving people who only have a pure heart and soul is also recorded in our Vedic scriptures."

But before leaving to ask another question, another monk had a different opinion, and took the lead to retort: ​​"Lord Sheng, I have read all the classics of Vedicism from top to bottom, but I have not seen any method of resurrection from death. According to the classics written by the first generation, once the clear heart and soul lose their body, they will quickly dissipate. Even if they find a body that can hold it, they will not be able to be activated due to the repulsion of the abnormal state. A person who cannot integrate memory, spirit and body , so what kind of resurrection is it?"

Li Ang couldn't help but take another look at the monk who first proposed the possibility.

I muttered in my heart, so this is the spokesperson of the god Shengzhu.

The Lord of Birth, in the Pantheon, is also highly respected. He is the Creator God in Vedicism, also known as the Creator.

To be able to inherit the title of Lord of Life, he must be a monk who has read all the classics of Vedicism and has extraordinary inspiration in innovation and creation.

Only when you don't stick to the rules and break the rules can you say the word "creation".

The Lord Sheng was not happy immediately, and responded: "Tuoshiduo, although you are the ancestor of mankind, the ruler and protector of the universe, you also exist because you endowed all specific images, and you have read all the books like me. But you read books just like you The created images are the same, full of ingenuity, lack of agility and unconstrained style. Therefore, even if we read the same book, the volume we can obtain and understand is different."

The two seemed to have forgotten the existence of Li Ang, and just started to attack and debate each other on an academic topic.

This scene is what Li Ang is happy to see.

The more the reason is debated, the clearer it is, and the more clear it is whether it can be resurrected.

If it is the opinion of the family, even if the living master said that he could be resurrected, Li Ang would be skeptical.

"Although the first generation clearly stated in the Forest Book and the Purana that the trinity of memory, soul and body is the key to building a living being."

After the Lord said, he paused and said, "But in the Ramayana epic, there is an incident recorded. When the first generation passed a village, it saw a tragic death of a family in order to maintain the village. The first generation couldn't bear it, so it used the secret method Let the good man return to his soul, and continue the story of life."

Tuo Shiduo chuckled: "Of course I have heard this story, but you have said a little less. This good man only lived for three months, and he died again after he confessed everything in his life."

(End of this chapter)