Fahai and Rui Wudi began to prepare the Demon Saint Legion.

At this moment, Fahai suddenly turned his head and looked towards a corner.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoist, as a saint, you should care about the world and maintain a clear and bright heaven and earth."

"Facing an evil god, hiding and watching from the sidelines is probably not what a saint should do."

Fahai raised one hand and chanted the Buddha's name.

His handsome face had a compassionate air about him.

He spoke to himself in the corner.

Rui Wudi, who was standing by, was surprised to see Fahai talking to himself. He repeatedly scanned the direction Fahai was looking at with his spiritual sense, but found nothing.

At this moment, that space shook like ripples.

A middle-aged man with silver hair and a strong aura of an emperor came out.

It’s the Emperor Fist Saint!

The old emperor of the Dawu Immortal Dynasty is also a descendant of the Han Emperor.

When he heard Fahai say this, there was no change in his expression.

It seems as if he doesn't care about the cause and effect of the world.

"In this world, there are no so-called saints."

"A prosperous era begins and a chaotic era ends. Heaven will have its own plan. Why should I interfere?"

There was something cold in his words.

As a saint who once supplemented the rules of heaven and earth, he seemed to have some complaints about the way of heaven.

Fahai shook his head and smiled.

"Donor, your words are wrong. Where Heaven's Way is flawed, sentient beings must fill it."

"The Way of Heaven is inherently merciless; it exists only to maintain the balance of heaven and earth."

"The strongest, the one destined by heaven, may seem to have abundant luck and great fortune, but when they are at their peak, they also encounter disasters."

"Use countless lives to create a strong person, and then use another strong person to feed the people of the world. The cycle repeats over and over again, just like raising insects. Only the fittest survive, and the world is in balance."

"If you want to transcend, you must first understand the four words: man can conquer nature."

After Fahai finished speaking, he ignored Di Quan.

His true form is the transcendent Buddha who roams the heavens.

His understanding of the Way of Heaven is naturally much deeper than that of these saints in this world who have failed to transcend it.

Emperor Quan stood there in a daze.

Fahai's words, like the Buddha's heavenly voice, swirled and echoed in his mind.

It made him seem to have some understanding, but after careful consideration, he could find no clue.

Like a hundred claws scratching my heart.

"Where Heaven's Way is flawed, the people of the world must fill it..."

“Man can conquer nature…”

"It's not simple, it's really not simple! This must be a transcendent Buddha!"

Emperor Quan's heart was filled with excitement.

He actually stood in front of Fahai and Rui Wudi with the gait of a tiger and a dragon.

Put your hands together and bow respectfully.

"Master's words are like heavenly music!"

"Please allow me to follow the master and practice in this mortal world!"

Fahai nodded slightly, revealing an interested expression.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of being contaminated by karma because of my idle talk?"

"I, a poor monk, want to assist the Tianzong Holy Land in fighting against those foreign demon gods!"

After hearing this, the Emperor Fist Saint said seriously.

"This is a catastrophe for the human race. I've figured it out. Simply avoiding the world, even without any cause and effect, will allow me to survive."

"But it's meaningless, like a blank sheet of paper, just living for the sake of living."

"Master, what you said makes sense. No matter how things change, it is better for us to conquer nature. Since there is a disaster, we must overcome it."

"If you are afraid of even the calamities of heaven and earth, how can you transcend them?"

Fahai smiled compassionately, nodded, and chanted the Buddha's name again.

"Amitabha, you are indeed a saint. I only said a few more words, and you have such an understanding."

"Then please follow me to Jianzhou in the northern border."

The Emperor Fist Saint is an ancient saint who was born in the period of the ancient emperor.

With his help, a lot of effort can be saved.

It also gives us more strength when facing the barbarians.

Fahai naturally would not refuse.

Rui Wudi, who was standing by, was stunned.

With just a few words, the young monk in front of him actually brought in an ancient saint to help him.

He is worthy of calling himself the master’s good friend.

His ability to deceive people is almost on par with his master's.

Obtained Fahai's consent.

The Imperial Fist Saint was also very happy.

Although he also understood that he would definitely be used as free labor.

But this coincides with his idea of coming into the world to experience hardships.

Moreover, when the barbarians invade many states and territories in the north, Wuzhou will definitely not be able to remain immune.

Rather than passively taking a beating, it is better to take the initiative.

It was a perfect match!

Then, Rui Wudi and Juanli, with Fahai as their leader, reorganized the Demon Saint Legion and boarded the boat of Wangchuan.

They seem to have mastered some manipulation methods.

Controlling the Wangchuan boat, he sailed towards Jianzhou in the northern border.

With the speed of the Wangchuan Boat, it will arrive in an hour at most!

At the same time, the evil god with a broken arm has returned to the demon ape tribe.

Sitting cross-legged in the Demonic Ape Temple in the tribe.

There is a hidden world in this temple, which can actually accommodate the body of the evil ape god as big as a state.

They were passing through the altar in the temple and offering a large sacrifice of the human slaves they had captured before.

Repair injuries through the power of sacrifice!

A cold wind blew by.

A man wearing a blood-red ghost face mask appeared beside him.

"Demon Ape, your injuries don't look light."

The man's voice was mysterious and mysterious, and it was difficult to distinguish between yin and yang, and it echoed repeatedly in the temple.

"Hmph, stop with the sneering comments, Evil Sword Immortal! If my Demon Ape Tribe collapses, you won't be able to keep the Blood Sword Pond in the North!"

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