Chen Qingzhi flew up and rushed towards Li Huaixian, and for a while, countless memories appeared in his mind, and the temperament on his body also changed.

One moment Chen Qingzhi gave people the feeling that he was just a teenager, and the next moment he seemed to have become a commander who directed the country.

"My name is Wang Meng, the word is slight!" In my memory, a young man with a tall posture and eloquent conversation gradually coincided with Chen Qingzhi's figure.

Wang Meng's life flashed quickly in Chen Qingzhi's mind, and finally the memory was fixed in a mountain courtyard, and a middle-aged Taoist in the courtyard looked through the memory that spanned hundreds of years, and seemed to be looking at Chen Qingzhi from the past to the moment.

"In Xia Zhuge Liang, the word Kongming!" New memories kept appearing, a Confucian in a green shirt, in the grass house, turned the world into three points.

Zhuge Kongming's life also began to merge with Chen Qingzhi's memory, and in an instant, Chen Qingzhi seemed to have experienced a life of pointing out the country and swallowing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

On the Wuzhang Plain, Zhuge Kongming had a seven-star lamp on his head, held an eight-array diagram in his hand, and stepped on the Wuhou chariot under his feet.

What he saw in his eyes was not the mountains and rivers of the Wei Kingdom, nor did he think of the oath of Kuang Fu Han.

It was the first time he looked out of the world around him, and he saw that in the midst of the endless chaos there was a continent called the Flood Desolation.

The central name of the flood is Buzhou Mountain, although Buzhou is called a mountain, but it is chaotic at the top, and there are nine secluded below.

Zhuge Kongming saw that he also appeared in Buzhou Mountain, and he was another self, or his previous life.

"The saint is not the end, the Dao realm is just the beginning, but this road is full of thorns, and the slightest carelessness will cause the god to be destroyed and will never recover. With the current cultivation of the two of you, you can already have great freedom and freedom, as long as the flood is not destroyed, you can live forever, do you really want to take an adventure with me?" Zhuge Kongming saw a middle-aged man standing in front of his other self, this person's appearance was vague, but instinctively made Zhuge Kongming feel extremely cordial and respectful.

"Where Uncle goes, Jin Ling will go, no matter how carefree it is, it is better to be able to accompany Uncle by his side. Zhuge Kongming saw a girl in a pale golden dress standing beside him, and the girl called herself Jin Ling and called the man in front of her uncle.

"The disciple thinks the same thing as the junior sister. Zhuge Kongming found that his other self also spoke, and then sporadic memories began to appear in his mind.

On that day, on Wuzhang Plain, Zhuge Kongming originally wanted to break the pseudo-providence, but at the last moment, he planned to make a successful sneak attack on Buddhism, and then there was an ending of the seven-star lantern borrowing his life and dying of illness in Wuzhang Plain.

The memories of one life after another continued to merge with Chen Qingzhi, and even the sporadic memories on Zhou Mountain made Chen Qingzhi finally understand everything.

When he appeared in front of Li Huaixian, Chen Qingzhi at this moment no longer had a trace of anger, and he didn't even feel too much emotion on his body.

He stood in the void, still exuding the aura of an ordinary person, but just this made Li Huaixian, who was incarnated as an eight-armed angry Buddha, subconsciously retreat.

"Who are you?" said the eight-armed angry Buddha with a trembling voice, for some reason, when he saw Chen Qing at this moment, there was a fear in the depths of his soul, which was an instinctive fear from the life level.

"Don't you know? I'm a disciple of Daojun. Chen Qingzhi said slowly, he was extremely proud of this sentence.

Just after Chen Qingzhi finished saying this, a quaint chariot turned into a streamer of light and appeared at his feet.

Almost at the same time, an exquisite courtyard also appeared above Chen Jingzhi's head.

I saw Chen Qingzhi spread out his palm towards the courtyard above his head, and the next moment the courtyard shrank, and finally turned into a palm-sized and landed on his palm.

As soon as these two treasures came into contact with Chen Qingzhi, they began to liquefy rapidly, and soon the two treasures turned into the purest energy and poured into Chen Qingzhi's body from his hands and feet.

The next moment in the eyes of the eight-armed angry Buddha, Chen Qingzhi's aura finally began to change, and he arrived at Taiyi Xuanxian in an instant, and directly to Daluo Jinxian in the next moment.

Chen Qingzhi's Taoism is still climbing, and it seems that he wants to become holy directly.

At this moment, not only Li Huaixian was extremely shocked, but even Yaoguang and the others who were hidden in the small cave sky were also surprised.

Yaoguang's original plan was to take this opportunity to awaken Chen Qingzhi's true spirit, but the situation after this senior brother awakened far exceeded Yaoguang's expectations.

Chen Qingzhi's breath stayed at the peak of Da Luo, but he did not become a saint in one fell swoop.

After Chen Qingzhi's breath stabilized, he glanced at the void behind Li Huaixian, and then directly stretched out a finger and pointed at the eight-armed Angry Buddha.

As Chen Qingyi pointed out, time and space seemed to be frozen, and Li Huaixian's eight-armed angry Dharma phase couldn't move at all, and when his finger pointed at the eight-armed angry Dharma phase, the Dharma phase was shattered like porcelain.

As the eight-armed angry Dharma was broken, Li Huaixian's body was also cracked, his breath had long been cut off, and there was still an incredible look on his face.

Li Huaixian, who was originally invincible, was wiped out in an instant, but all this is far from over.

"After watching it for so long, isn't it time to come out?" Chen Qingzhi looked up at the void in the distance, where there seemed to be nothing.

The expressions of Yaoguang and the others not far away changed, and they subconsciously thought that Chen Qingzhi had discovered them, just when Yaoguang was about to open the small cave, the space in front of Chen Qingzhi fluctuated, and then a voice suddenly sounded.

"I don't know which ancient power reincarnation you are?" When the voice sounded, a figure of a Buddha suddenly appeared in the void that Chen Qingzhi had been staring at just now.

This Buddha is different from the image of the world as a seated person, sitting reclining on a golden altar, surrounded by several scantily clad and graceful women.

There is a pink curtain on top of the altar, and the curtain hangs down to cover the altar, showing the atmosphere of lewdness.

At the same time, a strange aroma began to fill the air, which could arouse the most primitive desires in the heart.

"Hmph, it turned out to be the Happy Buddha of Buddhism, and you are still playing these little tricks in front of me?" Chen Qingzhi suddenly snorted coldly, and his voice spread like a breeze, removing all the strange aromas in the air.

"Senior brother, we're here to help you. Chen Qingzhi broke the identity of the person, and Yaoguang couldn't bear to finally appear.

In the past, Chen Qingzhi was always submissive when he saw Yaoguang, but now that he saw Yaoguang becoming much more natural, he calmly glanced at Yaoguang, and then nodded.

This time it made Yaoguang's eyes a little evasive, she knew that Chen Qingzhi after awakening was no longer the young man before, she was worried that this senior brother would not admit the relationship between the two, and even whether he would not save Chen Sangui and his wife when they died.

"Madam, stand down, this is the Buddha of the Buddha Sect of Huanxi Zen, although his reputation is despicable, but he is also a quasi-saint anyway. Chen Qingzhi stood in front of Yaoguang and the others, and he still addressed Yaoguang as a lady, which made Yaoguang's worries disappear, and his eyes when he looked at Chen Qingzhi were also full of love.

Huanxi Buddha just smiled indifferently when he heard Chen Qingzhi's evaluation of himself, this Buddha also knew that his reputation was despised by many monks because of his exercises and cultivation methods, but he had long been used to it, not to mention that he was a real quasi-saint, how could he really care about what those beings below the holy position thought of him!

"You shouldn't be an unknown person, this Buddha is going to kill you with his own hands today, leave your origin, at least someone can remember you after death!"

"I'll say it one last time, I'm a disciple of Daojun!" Chen Qingzhi was also very unhappy with Huanxi Buddha, and he was also-for-tat when he spoke.

Huanxi Buddha frowned slightly, not because of Chen Qingzhi's words, but because as a quasi-saint, he had already known that he had lost an extremely important memory, and that memory should be related to this Dao Monarch.

"Take it down, you will know everything naturally. The Buddha of Joy looked ruthless, and suddenly stood up from the altar.

Originally, he was only here to kill Chen Qingzhi, but now he found that it was more important to unlock the secret of Zhou Cheng's origin.

An existence that can make the quasi-saint lose his memory must be hiding some earth-shattering secret.

As the Buddha of Joy stood up, the beauties around him withdrew their skins and turned into pink skeletons, and at the same time, the pink curtains on the altar floated, and in the blink of an eye, the entire heaven and earth were shrouded in it.

The curtain shrouded, the heavens and the earth turned pink, and the strange fragrance that had disappeared reappeared, this time the fragrance was permeating the air with pink smoke, and all the creatures in the space, the most primitive lust in their hearts was infinitely magnified.

Smelling this strange aroma, even Xuanzhen Eight Immortals and Yaoguang were affected, their breathing couldn't help but become short, and thin threads of sweat began to ooze from their foreheads.

This aroma can still invade the Yuan Shen in the slightest, and even the operation of the Yuan Shen has become sluggish, and the emotions in the soul that desire to have union have begun to grow.

This is the power of the Holy Realm, which belongs exclusively to the Sacred Realm of the Buddha of Joy.

As long as he is in his holy realm of joy, all living beings will only have an instinctive sense of pleasure, and even violate the code of ethics, which is why this quasi-saint is despised by others.

"Senior brother, I will bring all the seven treasures of Yuntai when I go down the mountain this time, and now that my primordial spirit is under control, please ask my senior brother to urge the seven treasures. Yaoguang tried her best to support, but her chest rose and fell violently, her eyes became blurred, and she used the last bit of strength to release the Yuntai Qibao.

Qibao was originally controlled by the seven sons of Yuntai, but this time it was also because he attached too much importance to Chen Qingzhi's identity that he handed them all over to one person for the first time.

"Guard your heart and mind, and wait for me to break through his holy realm. Chen Qingzhi made a move against Qibao and integrated Qibao into his body.

The combination of the Seven Treasures of the Yuntai could have summoned a clone of Zhou Cheng, and when the Seven Treasures merged into Chen Qingzhi's body, Zhou Cheng's Primordial Divine Phantom appeared in the Joy Sanctuary.

"A clone also wants to compete with this saint, do you really think you are a mixed element?" The voice of the Joy Buddha sounded in the holy area, but this was said to Zhou Cheng.

"A doppelganger of Daojun, what if you add me?" Just as the words of the Joyful Buddha fell, a woman's voice suddenly appeared in the Joyful Sacred Domain, and then countless rays of light pierced the Sacred Domain.

This voice is noble and ethereal, like the most beautiful cloud in the sky, and when I heard this voice, the heart of the Buddha of Joy instinctively tightened, like a cold mang.

In this period of chaos, the quasi-saint Huanxi Buddha is only a little afraid of a few quasi-saints, and unfortunately, the female quasi-saint in front of him is the last thing Huanxi Buddha wants to meet!