Feng Qingyao got up and came to the Xuanwu Sage and whispered a few words in the Xuanwu Sage's ear.

The Xuanwu Sage showed Feng Qingyao his Sage Dao Dan, but in fact, it was just to gain Feng Qingyao's favor, and he didn't really expect Feng Qingyao to bring much benefit to himself. Even when the little monk said that he had seized the opportunity, the Xuanwu Saint didn't take it seriously.

But as Feng Qingyao began to speak in his ear, the expression on the face of the Xuanwu Saint instantly changed, becoming excited, shocked, and incredible. Then it turned into ecstasy, looking at Feng Qingyao with an almost adoring look.

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyao directly returned to his position and sat down, while the Xuanwu Saint stood there in a daze, and suddenly dark clouds were in the air, and pieces of dark clouds quickly converged, forming a cloud of calamity above the head of the Xuanwu Saint.

"Ahh

What did Feng Qingyao say to the Xuanwu Sage, and he actually let the Xuanwu Sage directly break through the realm! Can such a person still be considered a human being? Whoever wants to break through can break through, this is simply a god-like ability. ”

"Get out of the way, the clouds are taking shape, if you wrap us inside, it'll be over!"

Anyone in the demon slaying camp is likely to attract thunderstorms, but it just depends on the power of thunderstorms. When the Xuanwu Saint Heavenly Tribulation descended, no one dared to stay close to the Xuanwu Saint, not even the Void Saint Monk, the grandmaster.

If you have a high cultivation, you want to die with the Xuanwu Saint, and if you have a low cultivation, you want to die.

In an instant, a large open space was vacant around the Xuanwu Sage.

It didn't take long. The clouds in the air turned as black as ink, and one after another, clouds of thunder fell from the clouds and hit the body of the Xuanwu Sage. After the eighteen tribulations and thunders passed, although the Xuanwu Saint looked more wolf-like, the momentum on his body suddenly rose, and the whole person looked like he had regained his vitality, like an old tree blooming with new flowers.

After the clouds cleared, everyone rushed up to the Xuanwu Sage and kept congratulating and congratulating the Xuanwu Sage. The Xuanwu Sage dealt with the people around him a little, then came to Feng Qingyao and bowed down and said: "Thank you for the guidance of the Wind Sage, although the old man has not yet reached the realm of the Moon Sage after this heavenly tribulation, he has also extended his life span for three hundred years! With these three hundred years, the old man will definitely be able to reach the realm of the Moon Sage, and his life span will be increased again when the time comes." ”

Feng Qingyao smiled indifferently and waved his hand and said, "If your cultivation has not reached this realm. Whatever I say is useless to you. ”

"But if there is no point from the Wind Sage. The old man will never reach such a state. The Xuanwu Sage looked at Feng Qingyao with a grateful expression and said.

Zen Master Miaojia, who was beside the Void Saint Monk, couldn't help but ask, "Lord Feng, what did you say to the Xuanwu Saint just now?

Hearing Zen Master Miaojia's words, everyone focused their eyes on Feng Qingyao's body. What kind of words can make a person break through a realm so quickly and listen to the words of the Xuanwu Sage. He didn't break through to the Moon Saint. is still a Zhou Tianxing Saint. However, he did not break through to the realm of the Moon Sage, but he attracted the Heavenly Tribulation. It makes everyone very curious.

Although no one in this world seems to grasp the difference between true saints and false saints, Feng Qingyao doesn't care about this being known by others. Hearing the words of Zen Master Miao Jia, he said casually: "I just tell him the difference between a true saint and a false saint, and then tell him how to become a true saint on his foundation." ”

"True saint, false saint?" Zen Master Miao Jia was very inexplicable. Because he's never heard such a distinction.

Zen Master Miaojia was extremely puzzled, and the saints around him were also very puzzled, but they did not have any friendship with Feng Qingyao, so it was not easy to ask. And I don't think they will sue them if they ask.

"There are still saints in this world who are divided into true saints and false saints? What is the difference between true saints and false saints? Unfortunately, this point seems to be only in the hands of Feng Qingyao saints, otherwise it would be impossible for Zen Master Miaojia to be a disciple of the Void Saint Monk, the grandmaster. ”

"I don't know if we asked Feng Qingyao Saint if he would say it?"

"Would you say it if you were replaced?"

"Also, if it weren't for someone who was extremely close to him, he would never have sued him. Even if he is an apprentice, if he is not the chosen heir to the mantle, it is impossible to sue him. We are just passers-by to the Sage Feng Qingyao, how could he tell us such an important thing. ”

Zen Master Miao Jia did not have as many concerns as other saints, and the difference between true saints and false saints was far from comparable to the two Buddhist scriptures taught to them by Feng Qingyao. Feng Qingyao can even say the two Buddhist scriptures that are so precious without hesitation, what is the difference between the true saint and the false saint?

Therefore, after a little silence, he opened his mouth and asked, "Master Feng, did you just say that the true saint and the false saint just now? I don't know what the true saint is, and what is the false saint?"

"Although the powers in this world seem to be very different, they are actually divided into two types: creating zào and destroying miè. To put it more simply, there are two types: life and death. From the acquired to the innate to the mystical realm, no matter how much your strength has increased and how many mystical laws you have comprehended, what you have mastered is nothing more than the power of destruction or death.

After arriving at the Holy Realm, I should have begun to grasp the power of life, but all the saints I have seen are still pursuing the ultimate destructive power, which is the power of death. This kind of saint I call a false saint, and only when he has mastered the power of death and the power of life at the same time, can he truly be regarded as a saint. When the forces of life and death are perfectly balanced, there are some wonderful changes. ”

"Amitabha, the only difference between a true saint and a false saint is whether or not you have the power to grasp life?" asked Zen Master Miao Jia with a frown.

"That's right, it's just such a simple difference, but this simple difference will make a very big difference in the strength of the true saint and the pseudo-saint. ”

Zen Master Miaojia frowned and pondered for a moment, with a smile on his face, and said to Feng Qingyao: "Thank you Lord Feng for solving the poor monk's doubts." ”

Some of the other saints who heard Feng Qingyao's words showed a hint of thoughtfulness, while others were at a loss. However, even those saints who were at a loss were all thinking hard about what Feng Qingyao said.

Because the benefits of the difference between true saints and false saints are in front of you, and the Xuanwu Saint is a very striking example. Not to mention that after becoming a true saint, it will bring a lot of progress in strength, just a lifespan of three hundred years is enough to make any saint go crazy.

Seeing that those saints were frowning and thinking hard one by one, many saints still had an understanding. However, Feng Qingyao knows very well that if you feel something, you will feel something, and it is not so easy to really become a true saint. It can even be said that most of the so many saints here are just doing useless or even negative work. (To be continued......)