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Jueming shook his head

"Mr. Lin, how do you know that I will be the one condensed by your willpower in the future?

A wish has no affiliation in itself, but it has meaning only because of the desire of the heart.

If there is no heart, no matter how many wishes you have, they are just dead things. "

Just as Jueming's vows can protect Lin Fuping from the foul air, they can also be used as a Taoist magic, while the vows accumulated by those temples can only be used for sealing under the blood sacrifice of the abbots.

Yes, even if it can be condensed with willpower, will what is condensed be the current Abbot Jueming?

Lin Fuping fell silent again and again.

Jueming looked at Lin Fuping, then raised his head slightly and glanced upward with a smile on his face.

"Master Lin, are you ready? It's time for us to set off."

Lin Fuping came back to his senses from the silence and rubbed his cheeks with his hands.

"Abbot, I'm ready."

As he said this, he stood up and walked out.

However, he didn't expect that Jueming would directly slap the place where he was sitting, injecting his willpower into it. Golden lines on the ground lit up, and one line connected to those stone Buddhas, a total of 107.

Do not!

Lin Fuping suddenly turned his head to look at Jueming, only to see a body of willpower separated from him, and the original body turned into a stone Buddha.

At this time, there are one hundred and eight statues.

Lin Fuping's eyes slid across the stone Buddha

"Abbot, are these...all you?"

The Awakening of Wisdom looked at her with compassion.

"Over the past tens of millions of years, including this lifetime, I have only cultivated the great path of Buddhism for 108 lifetimes."

only...

Lin Fuping opened his mouth silently, not knowing what to say.

During one tribulation period, the lifespan is fifty thousand years.

One hundred and eighth generation, how high must be the talent of Abbot Jueming.

And this is the achievement of Abbot Jueming after he changed his mind from Jiang Chenchuan to Buddhism. Before that...

Lin Fuping didn't dare to think about it.

When all 108 Buddha statues were connected by the golden light, the ground became golden and transparent, like a huge yellow crystal.

Under the crystal is a throne, and sitting on it is a king wearing a crown and holding a spear.

Although it looked very close, Lin Fuping knew that it was already another space.

As the power of awakening and enlightenment continued to be injected into it, the crystal seemed to soften, and the place where Lin Fuping was standing began to collapse.

However, she did not panic. She just silently covered her body with the life-saving talismans left by Feng Xi, and the Forget-Sorrow Song was also released.

When Lin Fuping completely disappeared from the spot, the cave was completely dark. A sigh whose source could not be traced was heard, and blood began to seep out of the walls around the cave. The blood flowed towards the patterns formed by the golden light.

At the end, countless tiny blood threads grew out from under the golden lines and flowed towards the throne below and the person on it.

...

"This is...the Emperor!"

Lin Fuping looked up at the figure on the platform. He was holding a three-meter-long spear in both hands, standing between his legs. He wore a dragon-shaped crown carved from black jade on his head, and was wearing silver armor. His face was resolute, but his eyes were closed.

"Is he still not awake now?"

Lin Fuping asked softly, as if she was afraid of waking him up.

This was different from the previous time he entered the ruins of the royal city, where he heard the voice before seeing the person.

Only this emperor, why hasn’t he woken up yet?

"Hold on!"

Jueming appeared from behind her, said something lightly and then stepped forward.

As he moved forward, the steps leading to the throne lit up one by one.

Then Jueming stepped forward, reciting the ancient Shengrong words.

"Soul, come back! Soul, come back!

If you leave your constant work, why are you wandering around?"

The throne was lit up, and the person sitting on the throne seemed to show signs of waking up. The hall began to tremble violently, and the foul energy hidden beneath the hall was ready to move.

Lin Fuping looked at the foul air oozing out from the gap, and without saying a word, he threw a Forget-Sorrow Song at it.

"Abbot, isn't the Emperor a spirit?"

Lin Fuping was puzzled. Having learned Sheng Rong's language in her nightmare, she vaguely knew the general meaning of what Jueming had just said.

Meaning: Soul, come back! Why leave your body and run around everywhere?

Since we want the soul to come back, there must be a place to accommodate the soul.

but...

Can a body that existed tens of millions of years ago really still exist today?

Especially since it is buried in foul air.

At this time, Jueming, who arrived in front of the throne, did not speak, but knelt on the ground with his palms facing upwards.

"Unfilial son Jiang Chenchuan greets his father."

Jiang Weiqiu's eyes finally opened, his eyes were deep, just like the boundless and vast universe.

"You came!"

The sound was like a huge bell, and Lin Fuping, who was standing below, felt his scalp tingling, dizziness and tinnitus.

"Yes, Father. I have come with a mission. Please die with me."

"But have you found a solution?"

Jiang Wei Qiu spoke, ignoring Lin Fuping who was using the Forget-Me-Not song to block the gap below.

After all, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage is too weak.

Lin Fuping: …

"Yes, I have found someone who is the key to breaking the impasse."

Jueming looked at Lin Fuping and Jiang Weiqiu, and Lin Fuping felt as if he was being seen clearly from beginning to end, inside and out.

It was even more terrifying than when Jiang Yuchuan's ancestor entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

Jiang Wei Qiu looked indifferently. After looking at Lin Fuping himself, he looked at the yellow light released by the Forget-Sorrow Song.

"Her scent...I don't like it."

Lin Fuping's body trembled, and his heart was confused.

Ah!? This...

why?

Have I offended this emperor?

"Father, the person who tied the bell must be the one who untied it. This young friend is on our side. She is not the same person as before. And the person from before... was unconscious. She was just a poor person who was controlled by someone else."

Jiang Weiqiu turned his gaze away from Lin Fuping.

"So, she's still alive."

When Lin Fuping heard this, he realized that he had actually gone to the King of Hell without knowing it.

At this moment, she dared not move.

She could do such tricks in front of Ji Xingzhi, Li Lingxuan, Han Ying and others because she knew that these people would not hurt or kill her.

But this emperor...

Lin Fuping lowered her eyes, forced herself to calm down, not to look at his face, and not to think too much.

"Is everything okay out there? Have those people from back then been reincarnated into the world? Does Sheng Rong's Daoist Kun Ling still remember my name, Jiang Wei Qiu?"

Jiang Wei Qiu asked as he looked at his son whose appearance and body had changed.

Jueming explained the current situation to Jiang Weiqiu one by one, but Lin Fuping could not hear him and did not dare to release his spiritual sense, so he could only remain as it was.

About two hours later, Jueming finished his story. There was no fluctuation in Jiang Weiqiu's eyes. He was silent for a long while after Jueming finished his story, and then he sighed.

"Never mind! There is no such thing as an eternal dynasty."

After saying that, he looked at Lin Fuping

"Girl, come up."

Lin Fuping raised his head slightly, glanced at Jueming first, and after seeing him nod, he walked towards the throne in small and quick steps.

But...from the moment he stepped onto the stairs, Lin Fuping felt a force of gravity coming from all directions.