Even though he had withdrawn from the illusion of nothingness and his consciousness had returned to the meridians and acupoints in his body, Chen Han still unconsciously felt cold in his body and mind.

Needless to say, the few lotus plants that appeared before should be the legendary lotus, even if the black lotus that looks strange and abnormal has never heard of it, but this kind of divine object, it is normal to not hear of it.

But what's the matter with that inexplicable flower grower? Isn't it said that these three innate divine lotuses were born at the beginning of heaven and earth? Why is it as if it is in the pool of ordinary people's homes?

There is also that young man, this person's strength is too terrifying, what appeared in the illusion before should be the memories of the red lotus seed a long time ago, but there is still a certain sense of self in the memories in the illusion.

This strength has reached a point where Chen Han can't even comprehend.

Suddenly, Chen Han was taken aback, where is the time to worry about other people's strength, he is in a critical period, where is the kung fu to care about others?

He quickly adjusted his mood and put his consciousness on the wisp of clear qi rising from his lower abdomen.

Compared to the karmic fire red lotus that he saw before, this lotus seed didn't show a trace of the aura that belonged to the lotus of karma, but just like the chaotic green lotus that Chen Han saw before, it had a trace of creation and transformation, following a part of the heaven and earth reason.

But after immersing all his mind in this rising clear qi, this idea was directly overturned by Chen Han.

Many demon gods, many Yama Bodhisattvas, these beings have karma rising, and every move is accompanied by the death of countless living beings, and they have extremely large karma involved, but they have never been limited by this power, but instead refining karma and transforming it into their own nutrients, making their own strength stronger and stronger.

These beings Chen Han has not heard of from the universe, among the six reincarnations, the one in charge of all the order is said to be the Emperor of the Underworld in the mouth of the Chifeng Demon Lord, as for those demon gods Yama Bodhisattvas, Chen Han has only heard of them in his distant legends in the previous life. As for the real one, not only have I never seen it, but I have never even heard of it.

But how could these things appear in this karmic fire red lotus seed?

There was no time for Chen Han to think about the doubts, all his thoughts at this time were all on the breath of these guys, if he was not mistaken, this group of people relied on an extremely special method to eliminate karmic cause and effect, and in turn it became an increase in their own strength.

The way of desire is originally detached from karmic cause and effect, and it can eliminate karma, so naturally these desires should not be a problem.

Chen Han first focused all his attention on the huge evil ghost appearance with blue fangs in front of him, this guy's face belonged to the image of the evil ghost that most people think, with blood-red eyes, two constant sharp horns on the top of his head, long fangs buckled from his lips, and his pale cyan skin had a strange feeling that made people extremely cold.

This guy's way was extremely rough, and the power that was constantly wailing overflowed from his body, and he grabbed it in his palm, swallowing it one bite after another, and with it, the breath also increased one after another.

After looking at this guy for a long time, Chen Han shook his head and shifted to the next target, this guy's technique is a pure devouring method, which cannot be obtained through cultivation, and the race of this guy seems to be very different from the human race, and the mastery of the devouring power is extremely profound, although it is simple and rude, but for Chen Han, it is not suitable.

"Boy, the way of devouring is the strongest in the world, why don't you choose my method?" A cold voice rang out.

Chen Han smiled faintly: "Without it, I don't like it." ”

The green-faced demon gave him a cold look, then turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

He looked to the next one.

Chen Han's brows subconsciously furrowed, because this was a female bodhisattva sitting cross-legged on the side of the desk.

In the compassionate eyebrows and eyes, there is the same fierce and murderous aura that is trapped in the sea of killing, and naturally, the souls and howls that surround the snow-white human bone rosary are also endless.

Although it is more unlikely that he is with this one, Chen Han still patiently understands it, and it is regarded as a bypass.

After a while, Chen Han shook his head, this Bodhisattva's methods were much more elaborate than the previous evil ghost. Spending the suffering of the world with my own body, killing people instead of killing, and reciting the longitude of the Yin Soul is more than a hundred times stronger than the evil ghost who only knows how to devour.

However, although this way is feasible, it is really more far-fetched for Chen Han. And there is a lot of conflict with his own way, unless Chen Han sees all the red dust and is ready to join the command of the other side.

"The donor needs to think well, I am a vein, I am willing to cross people, with the style of the donor, I am afraid that it will be okay to become a Buddha and an ancestor in the future. Otherwise, in the middle of that infernal hell, with the karma of the benefactor, I am afraid that there will be no peace. ”

Chen Han didn't even pay attention to it this time, and turned his head directly. The Bodhisattva's face suddenly turned to evil, but finally turned into dust and disappeared.

He then set his sights on the next Dharma Statue once again.

As soon as his attention was placed on it, a loud voice exploded from his head: 'A mighty breath, there are no ghosts and gods in a hundred miles!' ’

The image of a middle-aged scholar in a white cloth and a green scarf appeared in front of Chen Han's eyes, and this was also one of the few special aspects of these dharmas that seemed to be directly opposed to that karma, rather than being transformed and absorbed.

After a while, Chen Han shook his head again, sighed and looked at the next one.

The scholar didn't speak, but clasped his hands, saluted, and disappeared into a cloud of white light.

Chen Han continued to read, he didn't know how much time had passed, Chen Han couldn't remember it clearly, but he only remembered that counting the blue-faced demon, the Blood Sea Bodhisattva, and the Haoran Scholar, he had seen fifteen more Dharma Ministers.

Originally, this path of desire, which had been plagued for countless years, seemed to have countless solutions for any monk.

Chen Han was a little confused, could it be that he was really too stupid, so he was easily able to solve this seemingly countless simple solutions?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Chen Han set his eyes on the last Dharma Image.

It was an old man in a green shirt, and his face was very familiar.

"This is ......" Chen Han looked at the old man in front of him dumbfounded, his face was white and beardless, his spirit was shimmering, and the sharp power seen between his eyebrows and eyes could vaguely see the peerless demeanor of his youth.

How could he be here!

The old man didn't speak, his gaze looked at Chen Han, it was a kind of gaze that Chen Han had never seen on him, with gentleness and pride.

But the next moment, his gaze suddenly changed, turning into an endless sharp and sky-high sword intent, and a worn-out long sword actually flew out of the scabbard by itself, turning into a sword light and slashing at it.

A sword ray that almost shredded the entire heaven and earth seemed to suddenly appear from the void, and this sword light was dazzling that Chen Han had never seen before.

'A full house of three thousand drunken guests, a sword frost and fourteen states. ’

In the end, after the sword was finished, Chen Han didn't see how the rusty sword, which had been shattered into a puddle of powder in his impression, was retracted into its sheath.

All that was left in his mind was that sword light.

I don't know how long it took, but all the rest of the Dharma Phases disappeared into nothingness, leaving only the old man in green clothes, still maintaining that smile, looking at Chen Han in front of him.

"Alas" Finally, a sigh came out of Chen Han's mouth. He looked at the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him with complicated eyes.

From the day he got to know him, this old man seemed to have never left a good impression on himself except for his swordsmanship and strength, stubborn, arrogant, and a little unreasonable. But it is undeniable that Lin Qinglan occupies an extremely important position in his heart.

Chen Han shook his head, and the hand that had been stretched out unconsciously and was about to touch the old man stopped in mid-air.

The excitement hidden in the old man's eyes disappeared suddenly, and he looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously.

"Alas," he sighed again.

"None of this is true, since the tenth Killing Daoist, I have realized that you may just be my countless attempts in fantasy, I have fantasized about these attempts, but I have not really thought of a way to solve them, so even if you make me seem to have countless ways to solve them, but once I choose one of them, I know that the road ahead is like this."

"But even if there was some speculation before, no one dared to bet, as far as the previous one, your success still had a certain stimulation for me." Chen Han smiled and said.

"If in the end, you don't appear in this image, but change to anything, like me to cut this sword, I will choose you without hesitation. It's a pity that I don't know how strong you are, but that old man can't make such a sword. ”

"Oh?" The old man finally made a voice and looked at Chen Han in surprise.

Chen Han smiled slightly, and stretched out his right hand to his back, where there was a tattered wooden sword.

The blade of the sword is not broken, but the traces of time are very obvious on it, and the hilt of the sword has even been scratched out of the pinching marks and fingerprints.

"I've never used a sword properly." As if sighing, as if laughing at himself, Chen Han held the hilt of the sword, the tattered wooden sword that he had never put in even after he had a storage bag, had been carried behind his back like this.

Now the sword was held again, and then it was drawn, and there was not the slightest light on the blade, and there were small cracks in the black wood.

But it was such a sword, and after Chen Han pulled it out, the whole person seemed to have changed into a different person. The three-foot long sword was swung out with his arms, his movements were slow and relaxed, and the corners of Chen Han's mouth were full of smiles, he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.

The eyes of the old man in Tsing Yi in front of him suddenly became a little surprised, and then a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, but compared to Chen Han's ease and relief, he had a trace of self-satisfaction and no regrets.

Without waiting for Chen Han's sword body to slash at the old man's body, the latter disappeared like the previous eighteen Dharma Phases, and in this nothingness, there was nothing else except Chen Han and the wooden sword in his hand.

(End of chapter)