Master, what path do you cultivate?

Monk Jiechen never imagined that he would be defeated here.

Even if he was really defeated, he never thought he would die here.

The most unexpected result was nothing more than being sealed by the Heavenly Buddha's Demon-Conquering Seal.

Even so, he still has a chance to come out again.

But at this moment, Monk Jiechen really felt that he was getting closer and closer to death.

What was most unacceptable to Monk Jiechen was that he was about to be killed by these worthless mortals.

Seeing that Monk Jiechen, who was showing off his power just now, was being torn apart by the hordes of evil spirits emerging from the river of blood, Jade Bodhi in the soul state was quite indifferent.

Ji Qinglin sighed:

"Master, why are you doing this?"

Jade Bodhi cupped her hands and smiled:

"If we could eliminate this evil in the world, I would just sit here and take it easy."

Regarding this situation, Ji Qinglin had no choice but to put his hands together and respectfully choose:

"Amitabha!"

At this time, Monk Jiechen no longer had the momentum he had before. His lower body had been completely torn into pieces. The remaining upper body pushed away the evil ghosts around him and shouted:

"Ji Qinglin! Do you know why the immortal came out of Kyushu? There are also the lost remains of the immortal! I can give them to you! I can even help you reach the realm of immortals!"

Ji Qinglin shrugged and sneered:

"This Buddhist Saint Jade Bodhi Master is willing to risk his life in order to completely eradicate you. Do you think I will live up to this good intention for the so-called improvement of my realm?"

Looking at Ji Qinglin's stern expression, Monk Jiechen seemed to see the familiar figure who killed him.

"You, you. No! It's impossible! You're already dead!"

Seeing that the monk Jianchen was still struggling, Jade Bodhi released all the remaining Buddha light on his body.

As if the flames completely burned away the garbage on the ground, the remaining body of Monk Jiechen and his ferocious and unwilling face finally disappeared in the flames.

Only two crystal-clear objects, one large and one small, fell into the river.

At the same time, the bodyless Buddha Jade Bodhi also bowed to Ji Qinglin with a smile.

Ji Qinglin responded with a slightly heavy expression:

"Master, take care!"

boom!

The golden light of Jade Bodhi dissipated on the spot like gorgeous fireworks, and the golden light collapsed, leaving only a shadow.

As the golden light spreads over the blood river.

The originally bright red river water began to slowly return to its previous color as the golden light spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this way, the golden light crossed the dam along the river and slowly spread downstream.

The river water along the way also began to quickly return to normal.

Ji Qinglin cautiously confirmed that he no longer felt the aura of Monk Jiechen.

Ji Qinglin, who had put all his energy into the last move, finally fell down on the river bank with all his strength and energy.

Fortunately, everything was exactly as I expected.

It's finally over.

I don’t know if the monk Huiming who secretly left the tablet of the Heavenly Buddha and the Demon Seal had thought that this day would happen.

If I were a replica of an immortal, I would be considered a spirit in heaven to comfort the immortal.

But now as a resurrected immortal, it is more like completing what was not completed back then.

When Ji Qinglin saw Monk Jiechen vanish into thin air and fell down on the river bank, he weakly waved upwards, the blood-red river water began to slowly recover.

Katsav and others finally understood that it was all over.

Finally, he couldn't help but burst into a deafening cheer.

Zhang Huaisu, who always believed in Ji Qinglin, just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, while Yu Ye, who was resting in a wheelchair, let out a sigh of relief. Chi Ye, Jiang Chen and Lu Bing couldn't help but also cheered.

Everyone couldn't wait to slide down the hillside to the embankment at the edge of the reservoir.

Lu Bing even jumped down with Yu Ye, who was sitting in a wheelchair, with one hand.

Sword Master Liu Changfeng, who was watching the battle alone on the other side, nodded with certainty.

Ji Qinglin's final attack was different but had the same origin, especially the precise prediction, which suited him very well.

However, Liu Changfeng, who didn't like this lively scene, turned around and left alone.

Seeing that everyone was fine, Ji Qinglin felt relieved and fell backwards onto the gravel on the embankment.

Chi Ye’s cry can be heard from a distance:

"Master!"

When they got closer, several people quickly lowered their heads to check on Ji Qinglin's condition.

Chiye checked the injury, and Lu Bing and Jiang Chen confirmed that his heart pulse was normal.

But he saw Ji Qinglin lying on the ground, waving his hands feebly and saying:

"Ahem, ha, ha, don't treat me like a dying person, okay? Just let me rest for a while."

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Katsav couldn't hide his excitement. He squatted down and saluted and thanked:

"Thank you so much Ji Qinglin for eliminating this disaster in the Buddhist Kingdom of Dongyin!"

Ji Qinglin turned around and said:

"Mr. Katsav really believed in me. He didn't even take action to stop me from destroying the dam when he saw me using my ultimate skills."

Katsav smiled bitterly:

"To be honest, if Mr. Ji had killed Monk Jiechen at the expense of the people downstream, I would have been prepared to die to make amends to the residents downstream. I didn't expect that Mr. Ji really had the heart of a Bodhisattva."

"It is a pity that Master Jade Bodhi, the Buddha's Holy Master, sacrificed his life in order to completely eliminate Monk Jiechen. Please don't forget it in the Buddhist country of Dongyin."

Katsav nodded and said:

"Whether it's the Buddhist Master or Mr. Ji, we will definitely build statues and monuments to record our merits!"

Ji Qinglin didn't care about this, after all, surviving was the most important thing.

Katsav also hurriedly notified the surrounding military forces so that they could go directly downstream to rescue the flooded areas and send people to the reservoir to ensure the stability of the dam and the safety of the barrier lake below.

He also told them briefly: Ji Qinglin had killed Monk Jiechen. In order to prevent Monk Jiechen from resurrecting, the Buddha's Holy Jade Bodhi was also sacrificed.

At the same time, he contacted Cui Sanmei again, who had called him several times.

Ji Qinglin turned around and saw Chi Ye, who was sitting next to him and crying with joy, and stretched out his hand to play.

"You look like a child. How old are you and your eyes are still red?"

"I fought so thrillingly and you had the nerve to tell me that I was scared to death by you! I thought you were planning to die with that bald donkey!"

Ji Qinglin said with a strange air of yin and yang:

"Hey, you're so angry that you don't even want to call me master anymore."

Then he remembered something again and reminded:

"Bing'er, Monk Jiechen's remaining immortal body should be on his body. It may have fallen into the river."

Lu Bing understood, and came to the lake to use his hands. The lake surface started to churn, and the two pieces of the immortal's body that had fallen into the river were washed directly to the shore by the clear lake water.

Lu Bing took it in his hand and wanted to hand it to Ji Qinglin, but Ji Qinglin stretched out his hand to stop him:

"No, no, no, no, I don't know if I will really ascend after getting it together. It would be a big loss if I really ascend."

Lu Bing smiled and said:

"You should be the first person to resist ascension so much."

Ji Qinglin turned to Zhang Huaisu and joked:

"Huai Su, if you want to break through the realm of the Four Saints, now is your only chance. I don't have the ability to resist at all now."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Huaisu actually got up and came to Ji Qinglin.

But in the end, he leaned down, lightly tapped Ji Qinglin's forehead with his lips and said:

"Sir, welcome back."

Those were the words of welcome that Zhang Huaisu, who still had no independent personality, would say to the immortal every time he went to the Nanyang Island Library.

The first time we met, we were not old friends, but this time we met, we were already old friends.

Ji Qinglin finally looked at Yu Ye, who was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at him without saying a word.

Seeing Yu Ye just looking at him with soft eyes, Ji Qinglin couldn't tell the difference for a moment.

At this time, is Yu Ye the identity of the good disciple he taught along the way, or is he the identity of A Lian who has protected him for hundreds of years?

In the end, Ji Qinglin gave a thumbs up and said:

"How's it going? I told you there was a way, right?"

Yu Ye smiled and nodded vigorously, saying nothing.

Then he seemed to want to get out of the wheelchair, but as soon as he took a step, he fell down weakly.

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