Chen Yi put on a faint smile that made people feel like a spring breeze in the past, but he didn't explain.

It doesn't make sense.

Besides, with the realm of the old Buddha, he couldn't understand the explanation.

The division between the small realms is nothing but a void for him, he is infinitely close to the god when he is mortal, and he is infinitely close to crossing the tribulation and shattering the void.

Others practice.

It is to break through the realm first, and then realize the Tao, but his sword path system has reached the end, and the ultimate of the sword path is within reach, so naturally there is no such link as enlightenment.

Let's take an analogy.

The realm is likened to a vessel, and the water in the vessel represents combat power.

Normally.

Cultivation means that the monk takes the utensils to receive water, and the more water there is, the higher the combat power, and the day it overflows, it is the bottleneck and the opportunity to break through the realm, which is the limit.

Every time you change utensils, you have to keep getting more water.

Water is always insufficient.

And he is a clear spring that can never be seen and will never see the bottom, and how much real combat power can be exerted depends entirely on how much this container can carry.

His own water storage has long exceeded the carrying capacity of the vessel, and the utensil is too small to hold him, unless one day, it is a heaven and earth that carries him, maybe it can.

Thanks to the old Buddha's major is not swordsmanship, otherwise the suppression suffered will be even more terrifying.

"Your Excellency... What do you want to know? ”

Seeing that Chen Yi didn't want to say more, Lao Buddha didn't ask again, he has always been very interesting.

"There's no hurry."

At this time, Chen Yi was not in a hurry to ask, he picked up the old Buddha and said: "Actually, we have a common enemy, and we can cooperate." ”

The adult world is complex, and allies and adversaries are often just a thought.

Apart from issues of principle, there is little that cannot be discussed.

Although he will have a battle with the underworld sooner or later, but now that the Lingshan is strong, and both sides want to overthrow the rule of the Three Buddhas, and the goal is the same, then they are temporary friends.

"Your Excellency..."

The old Buddha, who is known as the "Lingshan Wisdom Tank", naturally understands it at all, and bows down without hesitation and says: "If you can establish friendship with Your Excellency, the poor monk is honored." ”

"Huh."

Chen Yi chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, and then, the two exchanged communication tokens, and ended the topic tacitly, as if nothing had happened.

Today, it is just a simple to convey an intention to cooperate to the other party and the existence behind it, and we will have to discuss in detail when we have time in the future.

After all.

When it comes to the attribution of the destiny of heaven, it cannot be finalized in just a few words.

"Straight to the point."

Chen Yi's battle:

"Let me ask you, do you know who in the underworld has Rakshasa blood in his hands?"

He wanted to inquire about the mysterious person who was secretly contacted by Xue Fengdao, the master of the Demon Hall in the Chen Yi era, and Qianye said that the other party was a monk and came from below.

The old Buddha in front of him is also from below, and he may know a little bit of the inside story.

"Rakshasa blood?"

Hear the words.

The black-clothed old Buddha was stunned for a moment, and then said without thinking: "Impossible, the Rakshasas are the great clans of the underworld, and their protection of their own bloodlines can be called strict." ”

"In order to ensure the purity of the bloodline, they forbade intermarriage between their clansmen and foreigners."

"Even if a clansman dies in battle, the elders of the clan will use the secret method to locate the coordinates and collect the corpses for them, and it is basically unrealistic for outsiders to obtain Rakshasa blood."

Surprised!

Chen Yi's eyebrows were slightly clustered, and he said tentatively:

"There's no way to get it out?"

Lao Buddha shook his head and cut the railroad categorically:

"At least as far as I can remember, no."

"That's weird."

Chen Yi pondered for a moment, then asked:

"What are the consequences of supposing, supposing that a human monk forcibly fuses the blood of Rakshasas? Will it turn into a rakshasa? Or will the self-destruct mechanism be triggered? ”

In the Demon Clan.

Some ancient xenomorphs have bloodline seals in their bloodlines, which are a kind of Heavenly Dao shackles, and their origins can be traced back to the wilderness.

Such as the North Phoenix.

This method will not have a bad effect on the descendants, and it doesn't matter if the foreign clan gets the bloodline and uses it to alchemy for medicine or extracts energy to boost cultivation.

But if a monk tries to use the phoenix blood to assimilate himself into the phoenix clan, it will trigger the self-destruction mechanism, and the bloodline will backlash, pulling him to die together.

Chen Yi thought yes.

When searching for Chiba Soul, he had seen that those monks who tried to refine the blood of Rakshasa were all extremely miserable, as if they had undergone inhuman torture.

Quite in line with the situation where the self-destruct mechanism is triggered.

And here's the problem: Xue Fengdao is not a fool, he will never use elites for experiments, and the mice are ordinary monks, so there is no reason to break the bloodline seal.

So.

Is there such a possibility that on the day of his ascension to the throne, the congratulatory gift that the monk paid tribute to him was not pure, or... It's not Rakshasa blood at all!