Chapter 120 The End!

Ye Junlin: “???”

It would be a lie to say that he was not confused. After all, in the impression of ordinary people, the fairyland means the end point of all cultivators. Countless cultivators cannot pass the tribulation and become immortals in their entire lives, let alone go to the fairyland.

As a result, now there are people who say that the fairyland may be destroyed in the future. If this news spreads, it will definitely be sneered by countless cultivators and regarded as brain watts!

But the problem is that the person who revealed this news is not an ordinary cultivator, but the leader of the Buddhist holy land, the contemporary abbot of the Hanging Temple!

So, this credibility has increased a lot at once!

Ye Junlin showed doubts and asked tentatively: "Is your melon true?"

Xuyun was stunned, "What does Ye Shishi mean?"

"I mean, where did you get the news? After all, you are not an immortal yet, just staying in the East Region. How did you know what happened in the fairyland?"

Ye Junlin asked seriously.

"Xuyun, monks should not lie. How could the fairy world be destroyed when everything is fine? Where did you get this news? If the fairy world is really destroyed, then the predecessors who ascended to the Hanging Temple before cannot be silent!" Elder Longxiang obviously did not believe it and questioned.

But Elder Qingjing seemed to think of something and said in shock: "Wait, could it be those predecessors..."

Xuyun sighed, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes, "Yes, just two years ago, a predecessor in the fairy world used the supreme secret method to tell me in a dream that the situation in the fairy world is getting worse and worse. Many immortals have fallen in the starry sky, and even the supreme beings in the fairy world can't protect themselves. Many of the lower realms they belong to have perished or fallen. The Kunlun world will soon be affected, so I led the monks of the Hanging Temple to make plans early."

"What?!"

Everyone was shocked.

If this is true, then not only the fairy world will perish, but the Kunlun world will also suffer!

"Hey, old bald donkey, you are talking nonsense!" Li Wujie scolded, half believing and half doubting.

"Could it be that the rumors I heard at the beginning are true..." Hong Qianye murmured with a shock in his heart.

When he was still an immortal in the Central Region, he accidentally heard the secret that the immortal world was suspected to have undergone a drastic change in the circle, but most of the immortals, including him, who were stranded in the lower world, instinctively felt that it was mostly nonsense and sneered.

After all.

For all creatures who have embarked on the path of cultivation, no matter which race they come from, in their traditional cognition, the immortal world is high and mighty, and there is no possibility of change, even if billions of years have passed.

Therefore, hearing the news that the immortal world may perish, this is simply a joke in the eyes of everyone!

But now, the abbot of the Hanging Temple said this, which made Hong Qianye start to take it seriously again.

After all, the Hanging Temple is a Buddhist holy place in the Eastern Region, and it is one of the more advanced ones among the immortal Taoist traditions. How many Zen practitioners have ascended to the immortal world in these long years?

This ancient power has a Taoist tradition in the fairy world!

So, it is very credible!

Xuyun shook his head and said bitterly: "When a person is about to die, his words are good. Besides, there is no need for me to deceive you. The reason why I said it is just because I can't help but say it."

"If this is the case, where should the billions of creatures in Kunlun Realm go?" Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing cried out in despair.

Everyone fell into a dead silence, and their hearts were filled with haze.

However.

There is an exception.

"It seems that the sky is really going to change. This is getting more and more interesting..." Ye Junlin stroked his chin and said.

Combined with the star gate he saw before and the riot of the creatures in the underworld, he vaguely realized that this might be related to the disaster encountered by the fairy world.

Let me ask, how powerful is the realm of the mastermind behind the scenes who can threaten the safety of the fairy world?

Fortunately, he is stronger when he meets a strong one, and he doesn't have to worry about what he cultivates, and he even has a little expectation.

Xuyun looked depressed.

Why was this guy in front of him so excited?

According to normal people's logic, shouldn't he be full of worries?

You know, when he first heard the news, his face was full of despair and confusion, and the fear of the unknown could not be described in words.

Obviously, Ye Junlin's reaction overturned Xuyun's previous cognition.

I always feel that the brain circuit of this silver-haired young man is incompatible with the practitioners he has seen before, and he can't be viewed with the eyes of ordinary people!

Not only did he not feel afraid, but he was eager to try, and he had the idea of ​​confronting him head-on.

This style of fighting against the sky and daring to compete with the Tao is rare in the entire cultivation world.

No wonder this person's strength is so terrifying and unbelievably strong.

First of all, in terms of mentality and thinking, he and the other party are not at the same level!

Thinking of this, Xu Yun, who was originally confused about this, was relieved immediately, showing a satisfied smile, and looked at Ye Junlin again with deep admiration.

"Hmm?"

Ye Junlin was confused, why did this old bald donkey look at him like this?

It felt weird!

"Hehe, don't think that I will let you go if you put on this look. Whether you admit your mistakes or atone for your sins, you will definitely die today!" Ye Junlin held the Cangyuan Sword and pointed the sword at the old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him. The tip of the sword flashed with a sharp cold light.

His tone was unquestionable, without a trace of softness!

Xuyun looked at Ye Junlin calmly and said seriously: "Donor Ye, I have said that I did not think of escaping punishment. This is my karma. But can you let me choose to end my life for the sake of my revealing the news to you? A sinner like me does not deserve to die under your sword."

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised by the man's calmness.

"Okay, you commit suicide!"

"Amitabha, Donor Ye is really a kind man." Xuyun's eyes showed a trace of gratitude, and he said from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Junlin joked: "When you took the lead in smearing me before, you didn't say that."

This tone has changed quite quickly!

"Ahem, sin, sin." Xuyun's face was embarrassed.

He looked at the other two old partners and thought of the days when they fought side by side. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the whole process was painful and happy. This is the purest time for him to leave the struggle for power and profit.

"I'm sorry, I have caused you trouble."

Xuyun was full of apologies, and finally put his hands together and resolutely went to his death.

In his mind, countless memories flashed through, like a horse-drawn tour.

From the initial worship of the master, to the peak, he ran counter to the original concept of the Hanging Temple, doing dirty things behind the scenes, he killed too many innocent people, which can be said to be a serious sin, and it is impossible to wash it off. Later, he was defeated and woke up, but it was too late to regret.

Finally.

The picture was frozen on a serious face, as if in his eyes, there was no room for any sand, only right and wrong, good and evil!

"Master, I was wrong..." Xuyun closed his eyes with tears and murmured.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

At this time, the current abbot of the Hanging Temple, the spiritual leader of Zen meditation in the world, and the head of the legendary three saints, slowly put his hands together, burned his body, and turned into a broken relic.

"Xuyun..." The two companions were heartbroken.

"Abbot!"

The Hanging Temple fell into great sorrow, and all the disciples and elders burst into tears, feeling as if the sky had fallen.

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