Li Xingyuan walked in the darkness, holding Zhu Xian in his hand.

Zhu Xian is not the same as the flying sword he holds on the platform, its sword body is gilded and covered by countless golden spiritual power circuits, in the subtleties, the circuits continue to extend, changing back and forth, like an ancient puzzle, Li Xingyuan's fingers touch the Zhu Xian sword, you can feel the rhythm of it like a young beast sleeping, it does not look like a sword, but like a stick or something.

However, Li Xingyuan could still feel the sword intent covered on it, and the incomparably pure sword intent left by the previous sword master was still left on it, but it was slowly decreasing.

Zhu Xian is indeed a divine object among the gods, it is not a constant sword, it can respond to the wishes of each sword master, and shape itself into the Zhu Xian in their minds, the previous sword master has no other thing, only the sword, so Zhu Xian became extremely pure, and the concept of 'sword' was brought to the extreme, and in Li Xingyuan's hands, Zhu Xian felt his decisive killing intent for monks and 'immortals', and brought the killing power to the extreme.

It's just that Li Xingyuan doesn't have any aura in his body now, so naturally there is no way to talk about shaping immortals again.

For the former sword master, although he didn't have much contact, Li Xingyuan was still quite grateful.

The former sword master's divine sense and aura were actually well preserved, Li Xingyuan recklessly stepped forward to disturb him, if that sword immortal really wanted to borrow his body to live another life, I am afraid it would not be difficult.

But the sword master did not have any obsession with life, after asking Li Xingyuan about the sword in his heart, she calmly and chic shed Zhu Xian, when Li Xingyuan woke up, the coffin-like sleeping system was empty, only this Zhu Xian sword returned to its original state.

Although Li Xingyuan obtained the Zhuxian Sword, he was faced with a new problem - how should he return to the ground?

Although there is an upward elevator, there is no upward button next to the elevator, Li Xingyuan is extremely helpless, could it be that he finally got the divine sword, but he has to be trapped here like the previous sword master?

Before Li Xingyuan could come up with an answer, he heard a tremor sound coming from the top, and the entire dark space was shaken, and before Li Xingyuan could think about what was happening, followed by the second and third bangs, the roar was as if the ground was going to be cut straight off a layer continuously, Li Xingyuan looked up and saw a crack at the top, and light penetrated in.

There were a few more bangs, and the gap became bigger and bigger, and Li Xingyuan realized that the situation was wrong, and from that gap, something began to fall downward.

Not good.

Mount Meru is about to collapse.

With this thought, Li Xingyuan took a few steps back, away from the crack on the top, and in an instant, countless ruins composed of earth and steel were pressed down in one breath, but he didn't know what kind of material was used for the oval building, but in the face of such a heavy burden, he still relied on the strength of the solid material and the strength of the structure to hold on, and it was not completely crushed.

Soon, countless dirt mixed downward, temporarily filling the gap in the roof of the oval building, although countless dirt was still sliding downward, but in a short time, there was no need to worry about the complete collapse of the building.

After a few more roars, Li Xingyuan held Zhu Xian in his hand, stood firm, and waited until everything stopped moving, and then he walked forward, wanting to see what had fallen from the top.

Before he could get there, Li Xingyuan heard the sound of chanting.

Li Xingyuan walked a few steps quickly, and sure enough, he saw that the monk was embedded in a large pile of reinforced concrete and earth, his entire body had been completely deformed, half of the mechanical skull had been smashed off, and only a red electronic eye was left flickering intermittently, and countless fine circuits and equipment were exposed, with blue firelight, obviously unable to continue working.

"It's the donor."

Li Xingyuan saw the monk, and the monk naturally saw Li Xingyuan, and from his sound equipment, a low and pitch-changing electronic sound came out.

"You've already got the Zhuxian Sword?"

Li Xingyuan held the Zhuxian Sword and showed it to the monk.

"Good sword." The monk exclaimed: "Let the benefactor hold this sword, and the poor monk will not die in vain." ”

"You're going to die?" Li Xingyuan raised his eyebrows: "You should be able to upload your consciousness to the personality matrix of the Buddha at any time." ”

"Not here." The monk said: "This is the resting place of the sword immortal, in order to reduce the influence of the outside world here, all electrical signals, divine consciousness, sound waves, electromagnetic waves, and light waves cannot leave this place, and the poor monk naturally can no longer upload his consciousness to the personality matrix of the Buddha of Wanwei." ”

"Everything that the World Venerable of the Wanwei Buddha has paid for me to take the Immortal Sword, Li Xingyuan will definitely repay him after he goes out from here."

Although I don't know if what the monk said is true or not, if there is no practitioner of Wanwei Buddha, Li Xingyuan will not say that he will get Zhu Xian, and whether he can live after he leads the bridge is still two words.

"It's me who died, what does it have to do with the Buddha?"

Unexpectedly, the monk said something at this time that made Li Xingyuan quite stunned.

"Before I fell, I had uploaded a backup of my personality, and in the personality matrix of the Buddha of All Dimensions, there will still be a 'release of emptiness' in the future, but that 'release of emptiness' is no longer me."

Although there were some tongue-twisters, Li Xingyuan still understood the monk's words.

That is to say...... Are you now out of the World Wide Buddha's personality matrix? ”

"Yes." "For the first time in one hundred and forty years," he said. ”

Shikong tilted his head and looked up at the sky above the dark oval-shaped structure.

"And for the last time."

"It's quiet."

"There is no Buddha, only 'me'."

Li Xingyuan couldn't understand what it was like to be free, or fearful.

"Both." Shikong said: "There is both great freedom, great loneliness, and great fear. ”

Seeing Li Xingyuan, who was a little surprised, Shikong explained: "This is the secret method of Buddhism's heart, which can know what people are thinking. ”

"Donor, if someone from the Wanwei Buddha Sect finds you in the future, mention this kindness, remember to be more careful, don't be careful, you will be connected to the personality matrix of the Wanwei Buddha."

The words of the release of the sky surprised Li Xingyuan even more.

"Walker, you ......"

Shikong shook his head.

"I once voluntarily donated my body to connect into the personality matrix of the Buddha of Wanwei, and meditated for more than 100 years."

"The personality matrix of the Buddha is complex, there are all kinds of people, all of them surrender their own suffering, pain, struggle, despair, desire, and give all their hopes to an empty lotus platform, hoping that the future Buddha will be born and will be able to overcome suffering - but is the Buddha who accumulates suffering really the Buddha we want? Is the Buddha's enlightenment still mine? ”

"So, don't become a Buddha – at least don't be a part of the Buddha of all Dimensions, to love, to hate, to ask for nothing, to hate with your individual mind, to love and part, to be greedy and hateful, to be enlightened with human thoughts, not to think of yourself as a Buddha first, and then to become enlightened from the perspective of a Buddha."

When Li Xingyuan pondered Shikong's words, a hoarse laugh came from the dirt.

"Monk, this is the way to figure it out, will it be too late?"