In Wuji City, a straight and wide avenue leads directly to the foot of Wuji Mountain, and the top of the mountain is the Wuji Holy Palace, and the Holy Crystal Wood that Ji Fei needs is in the Wuji Holy Palace.

He stepped into the city and looked up at the ancient road that stretched straight into the distance.

Pedestrians on the ancient road were in a hurry, all of them were Buddhist believers, and their expressions were serene, even ordinary mortals were bathed in the holy light in the city of Wuji.

When Ji Fei stepped into the city of Wuji, he noticed that the eyes of the pedestrians on the street were not good, and there was a trace of disgust and annoyance, because on Ji Fei's body, there was no trace of an aura similar to them.

His face was arrogant and disdainful!

The people in Wuji City had a look of awe on their faces, respecting and fearing the Wuji Holy Monk.

Someone was secretly pointing fingers at Ji Fei.

"Heretics!"

"Do heretics dare to come to the Western Desert?"

These ordinary people had very interesting expressions on their faces, looking at Ji Fei, they had both disgust and fear, it seemed that their Buddha had not driven away the fear in their hearts.

"It's a damn infidel!" some radicals began throwing rotten eggs and rotten leaves at Ji Fei.

"Back then, after a damn radical stole the relics, no heretics have ever come to Wuji City again, this must be a heretic who has come to make trouble again..."

For such a situation, Ji Fei was also quite puzzled, the world is so big, is this Wuji City not coming? Or are they already aware of my purpose?

Ji Fei smiled bitterly, the people in this Wuji City are really too shallow and narrow-minded.

In fact, since Zhou Banxian stole the relics from Wuji City, the devout believers in Wuji City hated the heretics very much, and today Ji Fei broke into Wuji City, but he just carried Zhou Banxian's black cauldron.

Thinking of it, Zhou Banxian talked about the smile of Wuji City, and Ji Fei suddenly understood.

He walked step by step on the central avenue, leading to the Wuji Holy Palace, his expression was a little curious, and he looked at the people in Wuji City with some disdain.

Narrow beliefs are not beliefs.

"Daoist friends come to my Wuji City, what is the so-called?"

A solemn voice came from the Wuji Holy Palace, and at the same time, in the Wuji Holy Palace, an old man who was dying of his twilight years, with gray hair and withered description, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat cross-legged in the main hall of the Infinite Sacred Palace, like this all year round, and had not moved for hundreds of years.

For hundreds of years, no one had ever offended the Wuji Holy Palace, so he had never opened his eyes.

Today, he slowly opened his eyes and muttered, "Master, the disciple smells that cold anger..."

This old man's advanced cultivation and terrifying divine sense directly locked on Ji Fei, Ji Fei did not stop, and still walked towards the Wuji Holy Palace, as if in this world, nothing could stop his progress.

"I heard that the Wuji Holy Palace is famous, and I came to worship. Ji Fei's voice was like a mosquito, but it echoed throughout Wuji City.

"Worship?" In the Wuji Holy Palace, the old man's voice seemed to be laughing, "Kneel and worship, it is called worship." ”

Ji Fei sneered: "The man has gold under his knees, kneel to the sky and kneel to his parents, the heavens and the earth are no longer kind, and the parents have long passed away, so in this world, there is nothing worthy of my kneeling." ”

His voice was very calm, but listening to the ears of the people of Wuji City, it was very rebellious.

"Pagans, even the holy monks of Wuji are disrespectful, if they really deserve to go to hell, they will not be reborn forever. ”

The voice was silent for a moment, and then said: "You are the Great Demon of the World, half a step forward, my Buddha will overtake you!"

Accompanied by his voice, suddenly from the Wuji Holy Palace, a golden wave came out, this golden wave, vast and holy, like a round of the sun standing above his head, exuding a majesty, making Deji Fei's footsteps stagnate.

"But my Buddha is merciful, if you can put down the butcher knife in your hand, you will win the seventh-level floating slaughter!"

Ji Fei smiled: "Daoyou is serious, I don't have a butcher knife in my hand." ”

"The butcher's knife is not in the hand, but in the heart. ”

Ji Fei said: "Really?"

"Hmm. The golden wave dispersed, and the golden qi condensed into a solemn old man in the void, sitting cross-legged in the void.

Seeing the old man, almost all the people of Wuji City knelt down and worshipped.

"Okay, then let me ask you, the Buddha said, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, right?" Ji Fei said.

"It's nature. The old man said.

Ji Fei said: "I am relieved to hear this, I came on this trip, there is no butcher knife in my hand or heart, only a loving heart as a father, I want to save people, save my son, and ask me to become a Buddha!"

The old man was silent, he looked at Ji Fei and said slowly, "What do you want?"

"Saint Crystal!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly shrank, "No!"

"Hmph, false benevolence and false righteousness, where are the lives you are talking about, and the monks are compassionate?"

"Amitabha, it's not that the poor monk doesn't want to save people, but if the Holy Crystal Wood is handed over to you, then this Wuji City will be destroyed, and it's nothing to destroy this city, but where are the millions of people in this city going to be placed?"

"So, is the monk unwilling to save a child after all?" Ji Fei's voice was cold.

The old monk said: "It's not that the poor monk is unwilling, but that the poor monk doesn't have the strength, if he causes the destruction of this Wuji City because of saving your child, the old monk has a guilty conscience, how can he face the dead Wuji Holy Monk?"

Ji Fei sneered a few times and was silent.

"Looking at the look of the Daoist, you know that the Daoist Friend doesn't believe it, this Wuji City can exist in the Western Desert, and there is no water source nearby, what do you think the people of the city can survive?"

Ji Fei said: "Don't tell me, it's because of the Saint Crystal Wood!"

The old monk said: "Yes, it is because of the endless vitality of the Holy Crystal Wood that this place will be immortal and indestructible." ”

"If you take the Saint Crystal Wood, it will be the beginning of disaster for the citizens of Infinite City. ”

Ji Fei was silent, the muscles on his face twitched, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, I have to get the Saint Crystal Wood in my hands!"

When the old monk heard this, suddenly, a chill welled up on his originally kind face.

"Amitabha, since such a donor is so unbearable, then my Buddha can only transform the donor, may you return to my Buddha in the next life, and there will be great creation. ”

Ji Fei sneered: "What kind of truth is this, it's all stinky fart." ”

The sluggish citizens of Wuji looked at Ji Fei and showed a look of hatred, "You damn heretic, you want to destroy our city-state, what a devil!"

Ji Fei was silent, and secretly said in his heart, "Everyone, I'm sorry." ”

"For the sake of my son, I would rather be a selfish father, even if everyone thinks of me as a demon in this world. ”

At this time, Ji Fei's heart was very calm, and in his hand, a whip shadow slowly appeared, which was the rattan whip.

Rattan whip, magic whip method.

At this time, he was already a demon in his heart.

"It seems that the donor's heart has been born, and the old monk can only transform the donor into the Western Elysian realm. ”

The old monk just said, and he had to do it.

At this time, the radical people of the city-state rushed towards Ji Fei, they were armed with kitchen knives, sickles, hammers, shovels... Rushing desperately, there was no fear in his eyes, only fearlessness.

"Kill—"

"Kill this infidel!"

Many people approached, and the rattan whip in Ji Fei's hand was always difficult to fall, how could a cultivator cause killing to mortals, in this way, it would really become a demon.

Although, capturing the Saint Crystal Wood may have the same ending as killing them with his own hands, but after all, for Ji Fei, the meaning is very different.

He grabbed one of them and tried to throw him away.

But at this moment, Ji Fei's consciousness moved, and suddenly, there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"This ......"

Through his divine sense, he actually noticed that there was something wrong with these ordinary mortals in Infinite City, and they had no soul in their bodies, that is...... These mortals are soulless creatures who act only on instinct.

Ji Fei looked at these mortals carefully, and in the pupils of his eyes, there was "no god".

Whether it is a monk or a mortal, there are three treasures, which are spirits and spirits.

These ordinary mortals are angry but godless.

So, you still can't call it human.

However, why are they still alive in the world, and with Ji Fei's cultivation, they have never noticed the abnormality.

"All beings stand down!"

At this time, the old monk spoke, and his voice was like thunder, and when the people in Wuji City heard this, they all retreated like a tide.

"Amitabha, has the benefactor found out?"

The old monk showed a compassionate look on his face.

"They are not human beings, they are not living people, so there will be no pressure to seize the Holy Crystal Tree. ”