"She's not." Qi Chen shook his head, his eyebrows wrinkled together like two swords, and there was already murderous intent in his eyes.

"You can't even find the demonic energy in her body, so you say she is a witch. And even if you find the demonic aura, she might just be an ordinary demon."

There is a huge difference between a witch and a demon. If it is just a demon, with human blood after all, many people may turn a blind eye, but if it is a demon...

Witches will attract a large number of monsters, which is intolerable to humans.

Today's monsters are only a few who have come to the earth, but once the monster girl allows the passage to open, it will bring endless disasters to the earth.

The warm sunshine outside the window shines in. Suisui's skin is dark and shiny, like a black stone polished by the torrential river water, but it is not that ugly black.

You can't say that a person is a demon just because he is black.

At least you can't be punished for your appearance.

“My feeling can’t be wrong”

"You also said it was just a feeling." Qi Chen said sternly, "Master, you haven't gone down the mountain for a long time. I think you need to walk more in this world and see more before drawing any conclusions."

"The world is so filthy." The old monk murmured, and then stared at Chi Suisui. He was also a little confused as to why the demonic aura never showed up.

Qi Chen looked regretful and shook his head: "In this case, we have nothing to talk about. Master, you are willing to kill 10,000 people for the sake of the witch, and I am also willing to kill 10,000 people for one person."

"It's a pity." The old monk looked at Qi Chen with some sadness, "You have such good merits and good nature, and you are destined to be a Buddha. However, you cannot enter Buddhism, and you are even bewitched by a witch. That poor monk has to get rid of you."

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"In my opinion, you are the demon monk."

"The demon clan has not yet arrived, but you have killed countless people. Although I hate the demon clan, you are not much better."

"Someone told me that Buddha deceives himself and others."

The old monk smiled and walked out on foot.

Qi Chen turned around and looked at Suisui: "You wait here, I'll kill that old guy first."

Suisui bit her lip and nodded vigorously: "I'll wait for you to come back."

…

A deserted open space, dust and sand cover the weeds, and there is a pungent smell of industrial waste gas in the air.

The old monk frowned, his eyes very unhappy: "The world is so filthy. Three hundred years ago, it was not like this."

He was very uncomfortable and felt itchy all over.

"This is the world. Master, you think this world is not good. Have you ever thought that it might be your own problem." Qi Chen looked calm, but he was wary in his heart.

No one knows the strength of this saint defender who has not left the mountain for three hundred years, and it is said that every saint defender is selected by the Buddhist sect behind the Buddha Sect.

The old monk did not intend to understand Qi Chen's words and said: "There is no mistake in the light. The light shines everywhere, not just on the earth. Therefore, if you make a mistake, you cannot make the light disappear, but let the earth disappear."

Qi Chen knew that dealing with such old bald donkeys was the most troublesome. As Mo Guantian said, monks are the most boring group of people.

His face darkened, he bent down slightly, suddenly exerted force, kicked his legs on the ground, and when the dust behind him was flying, Qi Chen appeared in front of the old monk like a wild horse.

So fast!

The old monk was surprised. He was able to detect that Qi Chen had reached the Zhongdao realm, but the other party probably had just passed through the tribulation, so he didn't know much about this realm.

But the speed of this physical body is far beyond the ordinary Tao realm.

Cultivation of the physical body is very difficult, and the old monk himself also understands that because the physical body has a limit, it is very painful to break the limit, and many people cannot persevere, so most monks will choose to rely on the improvement of their cultivation to break the limit.

What he didn't know was that Qi Chen had been using the white dragon energy left by his predecessor in his body every day for the past year to constantly stimulate his body. Every time he used it, it felt as if his whole body was being pricked with needles.

Only in this way can the limits of the physical body be continuously improved.

The distance between the two is already quite close.

Qi Chen was even able to clearly see a series of changes on the old monk's face.

Only now did he draw his sword.

The thin sword was on the waist, so the speed of drawing the sword was very fast. As soon as the sword was unsheathed, it danced into a flower in the air.

At the moment when he was about to attack, he lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, quickly changed direction and appeared on the left side of the opponent, and then stepped hard again, suddenly erupting.

The surprise in the old monk's eyes never disappeared, but the movements of his hands did not slow down either.

With his slight flick, a Buddhist bead landed right on Qi Chen's point of exertion.

Qi Chen's sword paused, and he felt a strange wave of power pass through him, which in the end disturbed the spiritual energy in his body.

The old monk made an understatement, and at this time he had already thrown out the second prayer bead, which seemed to appear out of thin air at Qi Chen's tiger's mouth.

Qi Chen's pupils shrank suddenly and he opened his eyes. At the critical moment, he saw the trajectory of the beads. He clasped his left hand hard on his right wrist, avoided the attack, and then grabbed the beads. Hmm?

At this moment, the beads suddenly exploded without warning, and it was too late for Qi Chen to let go.

Fortunately, he had reached the Taoist realm, but his palm was exploded. Otherwise, this explosion would definitely cause him to lose one of his palms.

"The Guardian of the Saint is really powerful. He didn't leave the mountain for three hundred years, but once he came out, he shocked the world."

Qi Chen did not retreat, but instead moved closer to the opponent. His sword became more and more frantic, a little disorganized and disorganized.

The old monk was a little hesitant. This kind of swordsmanship should not appear on a Taoist. To him, this sword was full of flaws.

He originally wanted to retreat and create some distance, but now he took a step forward.

He opened his palm, with the Buddha's heart in it, and swatted it towards Qi Chen's sword light.

The series of movements was very fast, because the technique was engraved on the palm of his hand.

I turn my heart to the Buddha, and the Buddha will shine on the nine states.

Buddha's light is prosperous!

It was so hot and dazzling that it swallowed up Qi Chen's sword shadow and his figure.

How terrible is the Guardian who has not been born in three hundred years? He is not included in the ranks of the human world, but a mountain man. Otherwise, the number one military god will not be able to sit still.

However, this Buddha's light bloomed three thousand times, but it did not break through the sword shadow as expected.

The sword shadows were superimposed layer by layer, and in the end, a cage was formed.

The Buddha's heart is imprisoned in a cage.

The more he practices, the more terrifying Qi Chen feels about the Forgetting Sword Art. Just when you think you have understood all the Forgetting Sword Art, there seems to be another level behind it.

The sword cage is something Qi Chen only recently realized.

The old monk was frightened. It was difficult to escape from the Buddha's heart in a short time. Even his hand was locked in the sword cage. If he moved even slightly, he might be cut off.

But he didn't panic, he stretched out his left hand, and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist clattered, like the Dharma coming from the heavens.

The holy light turned into a sacred sword light, which instead of slashing the sword cage, directly slashed towards Qi Chen.

"If you don't go down the mountain for three hundred years, you will see blood as soon as you get off the mountain. Master is really an eminent monk." Qi Chen mocked.

The old monk's eyes were serious, but the sword light became more and more terrifying, as if a god was controlling the sword, absorbing all the surrounding light.

As a result, Qi Chen saw deep darkness all around, with only the sword in front of him filled with light.

Holy sword!

The secret knowledge of the Saint Guardian!

"Young man, why are you so desperate? You were just bewitched by the witch."

Qi Chen took out the knife.

"Master, you have been on the mountain all your life, so you don't know the suffering in the world."

"Human growth is divided into two parts. One part is in the hands of God, which is called fate, and the other part is in one's own hands, which is called hard work."

"You people from the Buddhist sect have already had the best destiny since you were born, so it doesn't matter if you don't work hard."

"But Suisui and I can only choose to fight hard."

"Fate is not something we can decide, but we can fight hard."

The hand holding the knife trembled violently, and the blade became increasingly white. In this darkness, a second kind of light appeared.

Qi Chen took action.

Drawing a knife like a dragon.

All the Long Dragon Sword Intent left in the body has disappeared, and the last bit has been integrated into the blood.

After a year of polishing, he was finally able to display part of his power - Long Dragon Roar.
Chapter completed!