The magnificent treasure temple above the clouds had gradually appeared in the distance, and Mo Chen stood on top of the thirty-first cloud steps at this time, and stopped.

The Buddha clouds in front of him rotated, and the picture scroll unfolded again, but the picture at this time was very different from before.

In the Buddha Cloud Scroll, Mo Chen is already a middle-aged man, and his cultivation is unmatched, and he even overshadows the full moon Taoist and the vicissitudes of life.

At this time, he was carrying the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword, standing on the cliff, and in front of him were two crimson worlds.

The village on the left is suffering from a large number of low-level evil cultivators, countless villagers have died tragically under the butcher's knife, the helpless people can only cry and howl bitterly, the old people struggle to hold the young children, scattering and fleeing, but they are all killed under the sharp arrows, the scene is terrible, corpses are everywhere.

On the right side of the ink dust, there was a magnificent array city besieged by evil cultivators, and the protective formation was already crumbling, and countless cracks were all over it, and it was about to be shattered.

Inside the city, countless monks were blind, their momentum collapsed, their strength was no worse than that of the evil cultivators outside the city, but for some reason, they had given up defending the city.

All they were doing now was silently staring at the blazing light of Wuhua in the city, and Mo Chen knew that it was the light of the distress seal between the cities.

This kind of distress seal is not a great thing, and the effect of this law seal is only two words: help.

Summons nearby monks and asks for help from nearby forces.

However, although the Fa Seal Guanghua is shining, it can't convey specific news, and at best it can only be regarded as shouting: Hey......

Therefore, after this magic seal is used, it can only be used for the purpose of asking for help, but whether there will be a monk to come to the rescue depends on the monk's own will.

Therefore, unless there is some irresistible catastrophe in the formation city and there is really no way to deal with it, it will be ignited, hoping that there will be a righteous monk who can help.

This was the last straw for the monks, they needed support, they needed hope, they needed someone to lead them.

With his eyes wandering, Mo Chenden immediately understood that this was for him to make a choice, whether to save the powerless villagers who were already shrouded in despair, or to go to the rescue of the array city that was about to collapse and save the lives of hundreds of millions of people.

Facing the torture of the soul, Mo Chen was thinking, and Buddha Yun did not urge, and the picture scroll stood still, waiting for Mo Chen's answer.

After thinking for a long time, Mo Chen sighed lightly: "I choose to save the Array City, bring them hope, and save the lives of hundreds of millions of people."

Buddha Yun got the answer, the clouds rolled up, the picture scroll circulated again, a few days and nights, Mo Chen led the monks in the city to fight a beautiful counterattack, the evil cultivators of the Quartet were in a panic, were split by the monk defenders one by one, and broke one by one, and it didn't take long for half of the evil cultivators to be slaughtered.

Blood spilled on the earth, converging into a foul-smelling moat, eerie and terrifying.

After this battle, the remaining evil cultivators fled in panic, the danger of the city has been lifted, the monks in the city support Mo Chen as the city lord, and the people and residents are grateful to Mo Chen and will never forget.

However, the village outside the city had been burned to the ground, and the few people who hid in the ruins, or fled from the village by taking advantage of the chaos, were brutally killed by the evil cultivators who fled and retreated.

Mo Chen sighed and stepped upward, with endless sorrow, the destruction of the village was not what he wanted, but the time was tight and could only be considered for the benefit of the majority.

As he stepped on the thirty-two cloud steps, the Buddha Cloud Picture Scroll changed again, and at this time, he had already sat on the position of the city lord and named the array city Prajna City.

Since then, the city has prospered, and the previously destroyed villages have been rebuilt.

Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and the people in the barren state are proud to live in the city of Prajna.

But at this moment, the choice of knocking on the heart came again......

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Watching the excitement is always people's favorite thing to do after dinner, even for monks who follow the way of heaven.

On the third day after the Golden Brick Cloud Stairs fell to the ground, more than half of the disciples of the various sects could no longer support it, and they retreated from it one after another.

At this time, everyone gathered around the camp tent of the Qingxu Sect, envying the people who were still insisting on it, and at the same time regretting their choice.

However, more discussion is about who can get to the top of the ancient temple.

There is no doubt that the Round Moon Dao people of the Flood Desolate Skin Meat Sect and the Frost Elders of the Clear Void Sect have the highest voices!

Because everyone who retreated from the cloud steps knew that each layer of cloud steps was a torture of the heart, but the full moon Dao man and the frost elder, the former was ruthless and decisive, and the latter was as cold as ice, and the hearts of these two people undoubtedly had a great advantage.

Moreover, the strength of these two people on the surface also belongs to the top monks, which increases everyone's confidence in them.

This call made many disciples of the Qingxu Sect radiant and proud, although Elder Ning Shuang did not appear often, but in the minds of every disciple of the Qingxu Sect, the weight was definitely not low.

This is the same for both male and female disciples.

Because of the strength and nobility of Elder Condensation, especially her faintly cold temperament, it had surpassed the bottom line of their envy and jealousy.

All that remains is to look up and worship.

In the past three days, Mo Chen had already crossed the eleventh cloud step, but at this time, he was standing above the fifty-third cloud step.

Gold Brick Cloud Level, Knocking on the Heart Demon Test, above the thirty steps, every time you walk a step and every time you make a choice, it will have an indelible impact on the next level of Buddha Cloud Appearance.

At this time, in the Buddha cloud in front of Mo Chen's eyes, the situation was far beyond his control.

Emperor Fengling, Yan Hao, Xuanyuan Wenying, Si Qi, Shishu, Yongyiyi, Zhao Rencheng, Lin family and so on...... As long as everyone had anything to do with the ink dust, they were all severely injured and tied to the Xuantie pillar, and in front of everyone, a blood-haired young man with a disfigured face hung in the air with a sharp sword in his hand.

The boy was born in a village outside the city of Prajna, and when the evil cultivators slaughtered the village, the entire village was burned to the ground, and the boy hid in the ruins, allowing the flames to burn his face, he did not dare to let out a scream.

He huddled in the ruins and saw the ink dust standing on the cliff in the distance.

Seeing him abandon the village, the boy was angry, the boy was unwilling, and he vowed to make Mo Chen feel the despair of his relatives dying before his eyes.

Since then, with endless resentment, he has been crawling all the way, going through countless tests of life and death, and finally has a strength far beyond Mo Chen, standing proudly on the top of heaven and earth.

He asked Mochen to choose, among the crowd, only one person could live, as long as Mochen said the person's name, the young man could let the man go.

Mochen was silent, he felt the cold wind blowing in his face, felt the waves in his heart, and the bits and pieces of his memory emerged again.

I don't know how long it took, when Mo Chen opened his eyes again, there was no longer the slightest hesitation in those eyes, and he had already made an answer.

He is defeated, he can't make a choice, and no matter who the people in front of him are, he can't cut them off.

I figured this out in my heart, so why continue to doubt it, the benefits brought to him by the fifty-layer cloud level had already exceeded his expectations, so why was he unwilling.

Mo Chen smiled at the corner of his mouth, clasped his hands together gratefully, and recited the Buddha ceremony to the Buddha cloud: "Nan Wu Dingguang is like coming." ”

At the end of the sentence, he turned around with relief.

But just as he wanted to exit the cloud steps, a Buddha name that Mo Chen had never heard of lightly came.

"Amitabha", the four characters are clear, and the words are in the ear.