At first, the monks were still able to calm down when they listened to Zhuge Chen's eloquent words, after all, there were two wonderful arts, and the cultivators with deep blessings were not as many as cattle. But compared to the history of the heavens, which is so long that I don't know how many years back, it is still a lot. Some of them are only blessed with a single realm of drawing water with bamboo baskets, so the time they are as brilliant as the stars is extremely short, and they have not even left a trace, let alone a strong stroke. As for the cultivators who have the three wonderful techniques in hand, as long as they are not those who died early, they have already reached the realm of the Perfection Path, or they are the pseudo-saints above the Great Perfection Path. And there is only one of the four wonderful arts, and there is no way to verify it, so it can only be regarded as a mythical story. Otherwise, with such talent and fortune, no one would dare to believe that he did not become a saint.

On the other hand, Zhuge Chen's situation is completely different from these people. If he had done it step by step, and had not been the slightest negligent in calculating the magic that he should have salvaged, he would not have been so troubled. But in a place outside the law, he was forced to choose to enter the pseudo-realm. This is stained with false words, and many things can be said uncertainly. He had to make the magic he had gotten his own. Counting the mirrors that have been salvaged in his hands, there is only reincarnation, which he realized by himself. The rest of the magic techniques, even the grasshopper shaking the big tree, can be regarded as okay, after all, it was left to him by the previous god king after his body died. The mountaineering path of the two can be said to be the same path before the saint. And what the Confucian sage who cast his own small world with dreams left behind is a hidden danger for Bai Yi. Before leaving the Dream Kingdom, Zhuge Chen listened to what he meant, and seemed to have made it clear that he wanted to see himself as an existence similar to that of an inheritor. For practitioners, the relationship between master and apprentice to see whether they can learn the family is above the wonderful arts. And after entering the Zhendao, he is already a teacher.

Now we have to add the monk's magic technique, three thousand worlds, which makes Zhuge Chen have a headache. But looking at the monk's meaning, it seemed that he was not ready to let him go.

"Senior, I've said everything I need to say. I do have some covetousness for your skill. After all, no one dislikes this thing. But whether it is really more is better, no one can guarantee. Today's three or four tricks are enough for me. Zhuge Chen exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked at the willow tree that could be seen anywhere in the small world, shook his head lightly and said: "Greed can't chew too much, even if it's a fat person, it's the same truth." ”

"Then have you ever considered your chance to become a saint?" the monk pondered for a moment and then spoke: "I know that the word saint is still far away for you now, but in your eyes, the word saint is probably far less than the temptation of human immortals, right? But now there are four human immortals, three of them are in the three sects, and the other is from the sword immortal. This means that if you climb the mountain along these four paths, you will only be a top saint at best, and you will definitely not reach the realm of human immortals. Have you thought about all of this?"

Saints and immortals, from ancient times to the present, are the only ones who can still be known to practitioners after millions of years. As for the former, it can only be in the first place in that era. This must be the case that saints are also rare in that era, otherwise it will not reach such an exaggerated level. And now it is a well-deserved world, the saints of the three sects, plus one of the top saints among the hundreds of schools, and the sword immortals of the heavens. It can be said that there are more than twice as many saints as ever before. And the pride of the sky is also like mushrooms after a rain, one after another, this phenomenon, it is difficult for people not to think about it. Could it be that the next end times are coming?

For Zhuge Chen, he naturally didn't want his realm to be just a saint. And he has walked out of his own path, that is, the pursuit of integration, even if there is little hope, but after all, he has his own ideas. As for whether he can succeed in the end, he has no way of knowing now.

The monk clenched his hands, and the entire sea of clouds was included in his robe. And the sea of stars was submerged in the Sanchen Sword. This is the same thing he borrowed from the kendo people a long time ago. The moment the sea of stars exploded, its power could even be compared to the sword of the top saint of the kendo man. Of course, this is also equivalent to the foundation of the Sanchen Sword Star Sea. It is no wonder that as a top saint's sword, when Zhuge Chen holds the sword in his hand, he can only pull out a few stars, which is naturally extremely shabby compared to the sea of stars. He originally thought that it was because the sword spirit disdained to ignore himself and hid the sea of stars privately, otherwise the saint would wear a sword, where would it be so not magnificent at all? Unexpectedly, it was in the hands of the monks, but now that it was returned, Zhuge Chen was finally able to see the scenery of the sea of stars.

Long before the monks became saints, the kendo people were already the top saints who had been famous in the heavens for a long time. However, kendo people have never judged heroes by realm, and making friends only pays attention to whether they fall in love. If you can talk, even the civilians in the market can drink with each other for a day. But if you don't have the right appetite, even if you are both top saints, meeting on a narrow road will only be a sword fight. Such an unreasonable temper is already well known among the cultivators in the heavens. Some people like it and some people hate it, but these have nothing to do with kendo people. The monk, on the other hand, is the confidant of the kendo people. During a certain trip, he offended a large sect, and the sect leader was a cultivator in the realm of saints. Although it was a flower shelf forcibly obtained by stealing the heavenly machine, if you want to kill the monk, it is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

However, because of the face of Buddhism, the sect master naturally did not choose to die, but he still used a little trick to break the monk's legs, so that he could only lie on the bed for half a year. That humiliation was tantamount to a fatal blow to the arrogant monks. And after he recovered, he could only find a kendo man, not to ask for the other party's help, but to say goodbye. At that time, the kendo people had already planned to rely on their own avenue to enter the realm of human immortals, and they couldn't pull away for a while, so they handed over the entire sea of stars to the monks. And it is precisely with the blessing of the sea of stars that the monks can turn defeat into victory in the end. Otherwise, he would have become ashes and buried under the cliff.

And by the time he wanted to find the kendo man to return the sea of stars, the other party had already come to this world. Among the three religions, it is clearly stipulated that unless a saint can build a small world, he is not allowed to set foot in the world. Otherwise, the world will collapse and the way of heaven will collapse, and no one can afford this responsibility. Could it be that when the time comes, they will just wait for a big mistake and hand it over to the four human immortals to clean it up? Although they can repair the world with the aura of the human immortals, which has already surpassed the Heavenly Dao, the loss to them is also huge. And when the saint has his own small world, no matter where he goes, he can let himself be in the small world. Even if the small world does not appear, it will not overwhelm each other with the heavenly way of this world.

Because of this, Xinghai has always remained in the hands of the monks. And for kendo people, holding the Sanchen Sword without its origin is equivalent to losing its own sword. And for Jian Xiu, without the impact of the sword on his own killing power, it is not just a big discount. Therefore, from the beginning to the end, the monks believed that the body and death of the kendo people were eliminated and could not be separated from themselves. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come here many years later, wanting it but regretting it.

After hearing the monk tell him about the matter, Zhuge Chen didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly: "Senior, don't think about it, the kendo people look at their own way with their own way, and if they want to enter the realm of human immortals, this is a big gamble." No one can tell the prophet what the outcome will be. However, I guess that if the kendo people were still alive, they wouldn't want to see you blame yourself so much. ”

"When do I need someone to comfort me?" the monk changed his face faster than he turned a book, and he saw him put away the teacup and swept down with Zhuge Chen. When he was in mid-air, he also kicked Zhuge Chen's body, causing him to fall down: "Hurry back and continue to fight, if you fail to understand this wonderful technique, you will stay here forever!

Where did Zhuge Chen dare to reply? If this was a careless one, he would have to be kicked again. Not to mention the impractical fact that he can become a saint, just say that he has the courage to become the ancestor of the monk and wrestle with the Buddha. Don't want to die?

The monk who guessed what Zhuge Chen was thinking came to meet him, and rewarded Zhuge Chen with a kick, forcing Bai Yi to ignore everything else and scold, but he just lacked confidence and looked a little weak. And the monk left Zhuge Chen's fake and swaggered out of this small world.

"Monk, you like to bully the small with the big so much, why don't we give it a try?" At the moment when the monk stepped on the world of the outside world, a voice sounded in his ears: "The person I value, when do you need a saint to force him with a wonderful technique? Ask yourself, are you worthy?"

After the monk guessed the identity of the other party, he said respectfully: "The Great Sword Immortal has come in person, and I hope you will atone for your sins." ”

"Don't talk about this uselessness. Li Jingyun's phantom appeared behind the monk, he held a fishing rod in one hand, sat on a small bench, and said softly: "I just ask you, do you want to let people go?" Or do you want me to imprison you in the small world, and you won't cry when you don't see the coffin?"

Saying this, in front of the monk, a green-scaled true dragon appeared.