The Son is not a man.

In the words of Zen Master Xuelang, there is a little bit of terrifying meaning.

It was Qu Zhengfeng who had already prepared in his heart, but when he heard it, he still couldn't help but constrict his pupils, and the two long eyebrows that flew obliquely wrinkled, and on his already cold face, there was a rare bit of slaughter: "It's not a person, it's a demon." ”

"It's not a human, but it's not necessarily a demon. ”

Qu Zhengfeng's biased and determined judgment only caused Zen Master Xuelang to laugh softly, The voice of countless believers chanting between heaven and earth was still echoing, and he followed the echoing sound and looked in the direction of the mandala, with a little more obscure sigh in his eyes.

"The Son of God is immortal and immortal, but is born of the faith of the faithful, born of the human heart. If the heart is born, it will be holy, and if the heart is destroyed, it will be holy. Say it's a demon, if it's a holy. The gods are never in the heavens and the earth, but in the hearts of men. ”

"Gods?" Qu Zhengfeng suddenly laughed when he heard this, and there was an indescribable sharpness and ridicule on his face, "Zen Master said this ridiculously. There have always been only demons in people's hearts, so how could there be any gods?"

“……”

Zen Master Xuelang finally had a moment of silence, withdrew his gaze to look at Qu Zhengfeng, and only looked at this gradually deepening, bloody night, this Tomorrow Star Sea Sword Emperor who came from Yashan but betrayed Yashan, his face with a clear outline loomed, but the corners of his lips with a slight smile were cold, not to mention the eyes that were looking at him without avoiding at all at this moment.

This look is a sneer, a question.

In the battle of the Yin and Yang realm eleven years ago, how many dangers occurred in the middle, and how many changes in people's hearts were seen, Zen Master Xuelang was clear.

So he was also clear about Qu Zhengfeng's eyes at this moment.

For a moment, he was speechless.

Is it an evil spirit or a god that grows in the bottom of people's hearts?

Zen Master Xuelang looked at Qu Zhengfeng for a long time, and then sighed lowly, and suddenly said: "The grudge before the eleventh Jiazi, the Qu donor has really never let go, right? I don't know what Yashan plans to do this time?"

"What does it have to do with Yashan?" Qu Zhengfeng laughed openly, and denied it without any weakness, "I, Qu Zhengfeng, have already betrayed Yashan, and it is my own business to come to the snowy region with my sorrowful Taoist friends today." What are Yashan's plans, and the Zen master has this question, why don't you ask yourself?"

Zen Master Xuelang was finally speechless.

The topic suddenly turned to Yashan, and Qu Zhengfeng obviously didn't have any more thoughts of talking, so he only stood on the edge of this withered dense forest, and set his eyes on the high holy mountain from afar, as if he wanted to find some clues from it that were not easy to be noticed.

In the night, the cold wind blows.

There was a pious smell of incense and oppressive blood floating in the air.

The majestic Sacred Mountain seemed to be pulled up from this vast and vast snowy area out of thin air, piercing straight into the clouds, as if it was connected with the gloomy and strange dark red Holy Sacrifice Formation, and merged into one.

The empty mother Yang Jin and the little monk entered separately from both sides of the holy mountain, trying to touch the temple of the saints. Seeing that the goal was more difficult, it was to go to the holy lake behind the temple, so instead of joining them, I chose the monk's house on the left side of the temple and quietly approached the holy lake to the north.

Compared to the last time I came, the monastic house was much more deserted.

The original mages on the holy mountain seemed to have been dispatched because of this holy sacrifice, and defended the mandala at the foot of the mountain, the mountainside of the holy mountain, and a large part of them gathered around the holy temple. Therefore, at this time, she was like entering a no-man's land, and easily walked through this monk's house, passed by the white building where the empty mother lived, and saw the holy lake spread out directly behind the hall of the saint from a distance.

In the snowy night, there is never the sound of birds and insects.

The decayed grass was sealed under the ice surface of the years, and when the stars and the moon were hidden in the blood-red formation, they left a shadowy dark mark on the ground, as if there were countless demons hidden underground, trying to break this fragile layer of ice, climb out, and fill the entire world.

But the sacred lake has always been like a mirror.

When she jumped out of the high wall behind the monk's house, after twenty years, when she saw the legendary "lake in the sky" again, her heart was suddenly filled with a wonderful experience, as if time had never flowed, she had never left the snowy land, and she had never fought with anyone on this magnificent temple.

Everything seemed to be still in the hazy night of the stars and moon.

The night breeze blew the smooth surface of the lake, stirring up a gentle wave, and the small sound mixed with the chanting that echoed between the heavens and the earth, gathered into her ears, and it did not feel like the sound of waves, but like a whisper in a quiet voice.

Is it a demon?

Or a god?

Is there really a god in heaven and earth?

Seeing sorrow looking at the lake that was silent between heaven and earth from afar, and seeing the reflection of the blood-red formation in the lake, he finally suppressed this thought in his mind.

Is it a demon or a god, what's the big deal?

As long as she can save the crisis at this moment, as long as she can stop the tantric conspiracy, and let the Nineteen Continents take the initiative in this battle, not to mention the good demons, she is the most evil demon, and she dares to summon it!

A bunch of blue delphins in his hand, covered with frost and mist at night.

The blue-purple petals were like a layer of fine white moonlight, trembling gently between the white fingers and in the wind.

Then, she gently bent over and placed it on the shore of the lake.

Only this time, instead of hiding into the darkness like the previous time, she took three steps back and stood by the lake waiting.

There was a tumult in the world, but she was very silent in her heart.

Silently waiting for the legendary miracles, the legendary gods, or just for someone who will come to the appointment.

The high hall of the Sage was behind her, the heavy shadow fell to the ground, and one terrifying power after another was already contained in the formation above her head, and a golden pillar of light, like a waterfall flowing down from the dome, poured into the center of the Hall of the Sage!

The huge Holy Sacrifice Formation has been activated!

The majestic and dark power seems to come from another space unknown to the Nineteen Continents, roaring and roaring between heaven and earth, in the bottom of people's hearts!

Seeing the white robe of the melancholy moon, it was lifted by the violent wind at this moment, and the vast and gentle lake in front of him also set off waves.

At this moment, it was a low sigh.

It seems to come from the crack between heaven and earth, like from the dark place of this lake, and it seems to be close to her ears, trembling from the bottom of her heart!

What kind of vicissitudes and eternity is that?

In an instant, it swept the entire heaven and earth, and also swept away the whole person who was sorrowful, completely enveloping her in it, unable to move!

Rao was hiding behind the temple back then, and had witnessed the strange and beautiful scene with her own eyes, but now that she was on the shore of this lake, close at hand, how could she be shocked by reason?

Even her gaze was trapped in this rippling water.

The originally clear and clear blue lake was like a jewel embedded in this snowy ice field, but at this moment, under the background of the running blood-red holy sacrifice formation in the firmament, it was actually dyed a strange bright purple.

The sigh came from the deepest part of the lake's bottom.

So when he saw sorrow, he raised his eyes and saw a pair of clear and bewitching eyes that were washed in the lake......

The ripples of the lake condensed into her long dark blue hair, wisps of silk, like gorgeous silk, covering the entire huge lake.

In the clear blue pupils, the formation on the sky was reflected.

It clearly has no form, but it seems to be the most perfect creation of heaven and earth!

For a while, she couldn't tell whether she was lying at the bottom of this lake, or whether this holy lake was her incarnation.

One at the bottom of the lake and the other on the shore of the lake, looking across the gently choppy lake.

In a moment of shock and trance, I didn't notice that the bunch of blue delphiniums that had been placed by the lake had been picked up by a pale and slender palm, and I lowered my head and sniffed lightly, which was a faintly heard and somewhat sad laugh: "Chaguo Suba, you came to me, right?"