Become a demon king, sign in and develop for 300 years

Chapter 21
on the stone platform,

Jiang Moshu's expression was rigid, but he didn't show any expression.

It was Shen Caiyan who was behind her, her phoenix eyes were dark, and there was a sneer at the corner of her mouth, staring quietly at the other side.

The stone wall covered the evening light, and the lonely mountain wind blew past, making the place where the two stood was dark and cold.

"My Buddha is merciful."

A Sanskrit sound resounded on the stone platform, and a faint Buddha light shone slightly from the moon-white monk's robe. Leng Chan's whole body was like a golden Buddha statue in a temple, covered with a layer of solemn and auspicious light.

"All living beings have their own destiny, and the benefactor insists on joining the Asura Way, so it is not easy for the little monk to stop him." Leng Chan was calm and calm.

"I just have a word, I hope the benefactor will think about it." Leng Chan put his palms together, his face was full of brilliance, his voice was like a jade stone hitting each other, light and airy.

"The world is selfless, all beings are equal, the monster race and the human race are the same beings in this world right now, and they can both prove longevity and cultivate the Dao.

Now the human race and the monster race in northern Xinjiang shake hands to make peace and rule by drawing boundaries. "

"If all living beings are allowed to choose between killing and taking lives and taking peace as the most important thing, the latter is the mainstream." Leng Chan's face was peaceful, and the eight winds did not move.

Jiang Moshu smiled faintly, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his forehead hung jade-like. His demeanor was no less than that of Leng Chan,

"That's right, everything under the destiny is like grass and trees, whether it is there or not.

The general trend of heaven and earth changes like a tide, and all living beings follow the tide, and they are indeed as humble as dust. "

Jiang Moshu's expression froze, his voice turned sonorous and forceful, and his words were like knives,

"Even if you are as humble as dust, you must not be distorted like maggots!"

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Jiang Moshu said in a deep voice,
"Buddha has all kinds of appearances, I have seen the mighty Tianlong who catches monsters, but I have never heard of the bowed Prajna Bodhisattva!"

As if thinking of something, Jiang Moshu chuckled twice, and continued to say lightly:

"A monster is a monster. If it harms all living beings and bluffs and hits my hand,
It's just that they don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and they don't pay attention to me at all.

Deserved punishment, a dead end. "

Jiang Moshu patted his hand lightly, and the banner of the myriad ghosts disappeared, and the dark mist and black smoke faintly filling the stone platform also dissipated.

It's just that the expression is more indifferent and alienated,
"Monk, if the way is different, don't conspire with each other.
You have your Buddha nature, and I have my original heart. Let the years and all living beings bear witness. "

Leng Chan was on guard, Xiangguang protected his body, and two illusory golden lotuses had grown under his feet, just in case there was any disagreement, he launched a ghost formation with all his strength on the opposite side.

Unexpectedly, Ji Cuiyu, who ordered the Tanzong, was calm, courteous, and even took back the magic weapon first.

"My Buddha is merciful."

Leng Chan clasped his palms together and saluted, the auspicious brilliance flashed in his eyes, and the Buddha light on his body also slowly faded away.

"Ji Benefactor, you are in the Demon Sect, your heart is like a wise king, but the little monk is stupid, the way is like a deep, and you don't speak your tongue."

Then he took a step back and said calmly, "Since Benefactor Ji is determined to go his own way, please be careful.

When the little monk came out, his friend specifically told him that five thousand miles was the default sphere of influence of the West Pole Four-Sai Golden Elixir, and all the demon kings in the Ten Thousand Monster Forest also recognized it, but outside this range, the life and death of human monks would be their own destiny. "

"Monk, let's go first. My ghost maid is dressed coolly. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on if you've been here for a long time."

Jiang Moshu waved his hand lazily, turned around and walked towards the cave,
The stone cave had no light or fire, and was as deep as the mouth of an abyss, which made people feel that once they fell, there was no hope of breaking free.

Leng Chan shook his head, clasped his palms together and bowed to the entrance of the cave, stepped on two golden lotuses and flew away.

……

Ten Thousand Monsters Forest, a thousand-foot-high emerald peak.

There is a large platform at the top of the peak, just like the top of a peak has been cut off flat.

In front of the huge palace in the middle of the platform, Leng Chan cast a light,

Stepping into the main gate of the palace, there are all kinds of beauties and bewitching girls from all races. When they see Leng Chanju, they quickly step aside and kneel down to salute.

"Brother, you're back!" A five-year-old man in a silver helmet immediately greeted him.

Although he was holding a huge golden iron rod in his hand, his steps were faintly following a mysterious trajectory, and he was extremely agile.

Leng Chan glanced at him lightly, and the silver-helmed demon man hurriedly thrust the golden iron rod into the ground, it penetrated three feet, and obediently stood beside him with his hands tied.

"Has Master ever returned?" Leng Chan said calmly.

The silver-helmed demon man immediately breathed out his pent-up breath, and let out his heart a little bit.

If the brother asked to check his homework, it would be over.

"Master and father, we are back from the Sword Spirit Fortress, and we are going to the Yaoqiang stronghold again." The silver-helmed demon man said hurriedly.

There were three scratches on the left and right sides of his face, and there was a faint phantom of the character king on his forehead.

Leng Chan nodded, and walked slowly into the depths of the palace.

"I have something in mind today, and I'm going to retreat for a while."

"Brother, you want to retreat, that's great, no, what I mean is Concubine Wanyu Demon King, my father asked me to participate,
Brother, you have never liked this kind of occasion, and it is just right for you to retreat. "The silver-helmed monster man said hesitantly.

Leng Chan pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at the demon man in the silver helmet, and said indifferently: "Yaoqiang Village is six thousand miles west, don't go there during this time."

The silver-helmed demon man immediately became anxious, and quickly waved his hands and said, "It's none of my business, I didn't cause any trouble there."

Leng Chan nodded, and said: "I met a steel-hearted murderer there, if he is in my sect, he may prove the king."

The silver-helmed demon man's eyes were shining brightly, he patted his chest with his hands, and said in a firm tone: "Don't worry, brother, I'll go to Wanyu Palace to have a meal and drink with some demon princes." Little wine, don't cause trouble."

……

Where the Wanyu Palace is located is the highest peak of the Wanyao Forest. It was originally three thousand feet high, but it was stretched up by the Wanyu Demon King, making up a total of three thousand three hundred and thirty three feet.

"Hahaha, full top full top." The silver-helmed demon man was already very drunk at this time, he threw away the sticks that he carried with him, and kept inviting drinks.

The two demon prince brothers next to each other lightly clinked their cups and muttered softly,

"You said how long it's been since Yi Huahong had drunk, he's so drunk.

"Poor, his father sent him to Dingyuan Temple in northern Xinjiang, and he probably never touched alcohol there."

"Maybe I don't even have a few bites of meat."

Yi Huahong let out a mouthful of alcohol suddenly, his face was red, he slapped the table,

"Don't talk nonsense, drink!"

A demon prince picked up his cup, walked over, and smiled,
"What's the point of drinking without talking, Third Young Master Yi, tell me about your situation in northern Xinjiang, and let the brothers learn a lot."

Yi Huahong laughed, pointed at himself vigorously,

"There's nothing to talk about in the temple. I'm afraid I'll tell you that I'm afraid of the clear soup and water all day long.

In the temple, I admire Senior Brother Leng Chan the most. He said that I will become a great sky demon. "

The demon princes immediately hissed everywhere,

"What? Big Sky Demon? Don't believe me!"

"Don't be afraid to flash your tongue"

……

The big sky demon is equivalent to the ninth rank of the golden core, the strongest combat power under the primordial spirit.

Among the sons of the demon kings present, the strongest one has an ancestor of the great sky demon, but he cannot show the father of the great sky demon.

Jiu Jin rushed to his head, Yi Huahong became a little annoyed, and immediately blurted out:

"Hi, why don't you believe me, my senior brother just said yesterday that there is a steel-hearted murderer six thousand miles west of Yaoqiang Village, whoever doesn't believe it, just order your own soldiers to try it out, and it will surely break your teeth. "

After speaking, he laughed wantonly a few times:

"I asked if there were any cowards, hahaha."

(End of this chapter)