Nutian Shenzun is the son of Fudo Mingwang and Yin Xuetian, and the grandfather of the wonderful Zen girl. Whether in the Temple of Destiny or the Underworld, he has an extraordinary position.

Since it was he who brought the ghost of Huang Yanchen from the Nether Purgatory back to the Mountain of Destiny, it could never be a coincidence.

The **** of wrath must know something.

With his cultivation base, he can definitely gain insight into the secrets and origins of a ghost.

Prajna looked at the four phenomena around her body, knowing that within this square inch, all the secrets were covered by Zhang Ruochen. This is the small world of a god, and no matter how high the cultivation base of outsiders is, it is impossible to perceive it.

Zhang Ruochen was patient enough and waited quietly.

After a long sigh, Prajna finally spoke and said: "I don't know why the Master brought me back to the Mountain of Destiny, but my previous life was a monk in the Kunlun Realm, and it was the secret of reaching the Nether Purgatory from the Ghost Gate. He should know it. ."

"When we met for the first time, he asked me why I came to hell. Although I didn't say anything, I knew that all my thoughts could not be hidden from his eyes. At the time, I only felt that it was a pair of The brightest eyes in the world, in front of those eyes, all hiding is futile."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her deeply and tenderly, and said, "So, why did you come to the **** world?"

"Tai Shang has long been out of confinement, but you chose to stay and continue to be in a dangerous situation. Obviously you did not come to **** to save Tai Shang. In other words, there is more than one reason."

"I asked you this question before, but you never answered me directly. Do you still need to hide the secret in your heart? You should understand that if I peep at it with my heart, you can't hide the secret. of."

Zhang Ruochen's last words made Prajna to resist, saying: "I am no longer the yellow smoke of the past, let alone the ghost of Nether Purgatory."

Zhang Ruochen knew that his strength was used in the wrong place. "Peeking into my heart" shouldn't be mentioned, so that it had a counterproductive effect. He apologized: "I'm sorry! I was too eager!"

Prajna shook his head slightly, and the painful color appeared between Dai's eyebrows, and said: "You are not wrong, it is me...I have been concealing that caused the gap and contradictions between us, which shouldn't be the case."

Seeing the meeting that should have been happily, Mu Lingxi became so sad, so the iceberg melted, and smiled: "Since I have realized my mistakes, I will say everything at once. , No more concealing, no more blocking the other party. I brought wine, brewed by a madman, I think the old guy's winemaking skills are getting better and better!"

Mu Lingxi took out a big red gourd about one meter long, held it in his hand, and shook it to Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen as if offering treasures.

With wine, how can one lose a pot of sheep's head soup?

"Gurulu!"

In the tripod, the soup is snow white, like chalcedony ice essence.

The aroma is strong and appealing to the appetite. It is reserved like a prajna, and everyone picks up a spoon to drink. Then he picked up the chopsticks and picked up the meat in the cauldron.

They only thought that the soup was delicious, the meat was smooth and tender, and the cheeks swelled when they ate it, and they soon forgot their unhappiness before. Naturally, I don't even know how terrifying energy this mutton and mutton soup contains. I can only feel a stream of heat surging in my body, and the sun shines on my skin.

Prajna's forehead overflowed with crystal beads of sweat, and gradually stopped his chopsticks, and said solemnly: "Actually, it's not that I am willing to avoid it all the time. The truth is too scary and too desperate."

"Before I changed it, I would never say it."

"But over the years, we have gone through too many deaths and created miracles again and again, making me believe that perhaps destiny is not invincible."

"Man can conquer the sky, maybe it's not a self-deception slogan."

"Before, I was afraid that telling the truth would defeat Brother Chen’s Taoism and shake Brother Chen’s spiritual state of cultivation. But now, I have full confidence in Brother Chen. Because, even in the most difficult and desperate moments, Brother Chen has never given up, and the tenacity of his mind is not at all destined to be defeated."

"When Brother Chen broke the last life and death in Xinghuan Heaven, returned from death, and stepped into the divine realm again, I knew that there was nothing in the world to stop you!"

"Wow!"

Prajna thought a move.

Mind, condensed into light and shadow, manifested in the temple of the past.

In the sparkling Fate Pond, Huang Yanchen stood by the pool.

In the pool, on the water, Zhang Ruochen's figure appeared.

He stood in the void, holding Shen Yuan, and possessing a fierce sword intent on his body. Looking at his expression, he knew that he had encountered a great enemy, his long hair was flying backwards, and his skin was constantly falling off.

In front, an infinitely huge palm flew out of the darkness. In an instant, the world was destroyed, countless stars burned like grains of sand, and the creatures in the universe were crying and begging in the end.

At this time, the flesh and blood of Zhang Ruochen's body were already scorched, but he still cut out a sword without hesitation.

This sword cut through the world and separated the stars, but still only blocked the big hand for a moment.

Shen Yuan exploded and turned into fragments, while his body turned into dust.

...

The light and shadow dissipated, and the silence in the shrine used to be abnormal.

The soup in Dingzhong is still boiling.

Mu Lingxi shed tears silently, no more appetite, her heart sinking like lead and iron.

What about the gods?

Gods are also affectionate.

If there is love, there will be tears.

Prajna said bitterly: "In the past few years, the images in the fate pool have appeared in my mind every day, lingering, like a nightmare, painful, but helpless."

Zhang Ruochen grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

If you don't care too much, how can it be painful?

If it's not for too deep love, how can you not let it go?

Just because I want to change my life for the one I love, even if I know I'm overwhelming, I still have no hesitation and embark on this road of no return.

Although people are weird, the tip of the leaf also points to the sky!

Although Zhang Ruochen had guessed for a long time and had known some from Chi Yao, he was not completely untouched, but he would not show these on his face.

If the fate is like this, he will fight the fate first, and then the unknown enemy.

There is always a sword that can split the thorns and cut a new path. As long as the fire is not extinguished, the will to fight will last forever.

Mu Lingxi said: "Sister Chen, have you ever found a flaw in your destiny when you practice the way of destiny? The so-called destiny is perhaps just a deduction? Or, everything in the destiny pool itself is an illusion? Is someone deliberately playing tricks? deceive?"

Prajna Dao: "I have doubts about destiny, so I have to practice the way of destiny and understand the true meaning of destiny. Since the power of the fate pool originates from destiny, then I must come to the temple of destiny."

Zhang Ruochen laughed suddenly, and reached out to wipe the fine sweat beads on her forehead, and said: "You are too stupid and naive! You actually believed in the fate pool, fake, it is not doomed at all!"

Prajna shook his head and said: "Don't believe it, I have the absolute certainty to believe that everything in the fate pool is absolutely true."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "You asked me who I saw in the fate pool, but I didn't tell you at the time. Now, I want to speak out."

"Is it the queen?"

Prajna seems to have guessed.

Mu Lingxi stared calmly, because she knew very well that Queen Chi Yao's position in Zhang Ruochen's heart could not be replaced by latecomers anyway.

Whether it is the previous hate, or the present love.

Zhang Ruochen's knowledge of the answer made Prajna and Mu Lingxi sad, but they still spoke out, saying: "What I saw in the Fate Pool was that I killed Yaoyao and seized her cultivation base, thus stepping into God. territory."

"If I have been blinded by hatred, this is very likely, it is really the tragic ending of the two of us. She will not tell the truth, and I will not be merciful. In the end, I practiced the "Ming Wang Jing" and walked away. The road, a lonely road destined to regret for life."

"I think that the only things that can be controlled by fate are the hatred, paranoia, and extreme emotions in my heart. When I can conquer myself and reason overpowers everything, destiny loses its effect."

"Human will is the key to changing destiny!"

"Since the fate pool cannot determine the fate of Yaoyao that I see, then everything you see can be completely avoided. Besides, fate may be at the moment I abandon my cultivation base and realize the immeasurable way. change direction."

"Really?" Prajna said.

"Time is long, life and death are right. Everyone will die. This is the fixed number. But how to die, I want to choose by myself!" Zhang Ruochen stood up, his eyes gloomy, and said: "Fate, it doesn't count!"

Infected by Zhang Ruochen's firm conviction, Mu Lingxi walked out of the pain and loss just now, revealing a charming smile like a shallow ripple.

Zhang Ruochen stretched his waist and said, "So, the Fate Pond is very likely to be an illusion. I can't just care about Yaoyao. I care about each of you the same."

"Humph!"

Prajna showed a look of disdain, but his heart melted uncontrollably, and he believed Zhang Ruochen's nonsense.

After all, a woman only believes what she wants to believe.

Although Zhang Ruochen tried his best to be indifferent and indifferent, Mu Lingxi's worries still did not disappear, and asked: "Sister Chen, why do you firmly believe that everything in the fate pool is true?"

Prajna said: "Because the Fate Pond is the light of the Fate Mirror. The Fate Mirror was made by generations after generations of sages in the Kunlun realm. It was finally refined by the Fudo Ming King for the last time. The interior contains the spirit of the ancestor. Rules of the ancestors."

"What's more terrifying is that it carries a lot of fate. At its peak, it contains more than half of the world."

"Brother Chen has been to the Ancient Realm~lightnovelpub.net~ where I should have seen the ruins of the Temple of Destiny? In ancient times, in order to sacrifice the Fate Mirror, it could have a strong enough power of destiny. On the mountain of destiny, smashed the temple of destiny, and took away the profound meaning in the temple."

"Even after two catastrophes, the destiny mirror still contains a lot of destiny, second only to the temple of destiny today."

"The Great Lord will not do such a forceful act."

Zhang Ruochen knew the allusion of "Ming King sitting on Zen jade and losing beads", which shows that even if the Great Lord wants to get something, he must have his own rules of doing things.

"Yes, the gatekeeper of Guimenguan has told about this, and there is indeed a deeper reason. Guimenguan is the mirror of destiny." Prajna Road.

Zhang Ruochen pondered, and suddenly asked: "You just said that the Fate Mirror has experienced two great catastrophes. What do you mean? It happened after the Great Lord disappeared into the world?"

Prajna said: "Ten Yuanhui before, after the Great Lord disappeared, the Fateful Mirror was inherited by the Sumeru Saint Monk. Um...how do you say it? If this matter is to be traced, the mystery of the 72nd Rank Lotus is still stolen. Let's talk about it!"