Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 892
"Monk Changqing, are you here to save someone again?" Zhuo Yunfei asked quietly.

The Changqing monk stopped opposite Zhuo Yunfei, clasped his hands together, and said apologetically: "The poor monk has also heard about the matter of Fairy Guyue. The culprit of this matter has been eliminated. Fellow Daoist Zhuo must not start killing again, otherwise you will die." Suffering from perdition."

"Hehe!" Zhuo Yunfei chuckled, his voice was a little cold and frighteningly light, "If you hadn't stopped me in the ice prison, maybe I wouldn't be so late, my master might not will die."

"Amitabha, sin, sin." Monk Changqing seemed to want to defend himself, but the words turned into a sigh after all. "If the benefactor can remove the killing intent in your heart after killing the little monk, then why not kill the little monk?"

Zhuo Yunfei glanced at him lightly, "I am a person who can distinguish right from wrong, even without your obstruction, I'm afraid I would have made a breakthrough sooner rather than later, so I don't blame you."

"Monk, you are not a bad person, but there are too many bad people in Beizhentian Palace, and I need to clean them up." Zhuo Yunfei clenched his spear tightly and said to himself in a low voice: "That's what the master said back then. Yes, to remove those broken ones, now, let me clean them."

Monk Changqing took a step forward, "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, once you start the cleansing, tens of millions of people may die in Beizhen Tiangong, and you, fellow Daoist, will not escape the fate of eternal reincarnation."

Zhuo Yunfei looked at the monk in front of him calmly. For some reason, he had a little affection for the guy in front of him, but it was just a little bit.

"You should know that the reason why I was able to break out of the ice prison and improve my cultivation base is because my soul is getting closer to the endless hell."

"Falling into reincarnation? That's better, maybe Master Guyue is waiting for me there."

"Every time you kill a person, you are one point closer to falling into the evil way. If you kill all the Beizhen Tiangong and Haishen Temple, fellow Taoists will definitely become the world's devil and lose themselves." .

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yunfei really didn't care, he looked at Monk Changqing indifferently but sincerely, "It's okay, if at that time, Monk, you kill me and get rid of the devil, I'll be happy for you too."

"Oh, the idiot is like this, it really is doomed." Monk Changqing sighed, his eyes began to become distant and deep, he turned his head slowly, and looked at Ye Ang, Mu Yalan, and Yun Feiyue.

At the moment when he turned his head, a sense of separation familiar to the three of Ye Ang reappeared.

At this moment, the three of them were stripped from the world and entered the world where Zhuo Yunfei and Monk Changqing confront each other.

Yun Feiyue's face turned pale, "Isn't it true that there is really no room for maneuver?"

"Three benefactors, I can't bear to see Fellow Daoist Zhuo fall into the devil's way, so I specially invite the three benefactors to join hands with me to capture Fellow Daoist Zhuo and repress him in the ice prison, and I will suppress him personally."

The three of Ye Ang looked at Monk Changqing, whose blood was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth while they were talking, and watched the other party's paler face, and were a little worried that the other party would accidentally sit down and melt away.

As long as you're like this, it's not bad if you join forces and don't hold back.

Ye Ang looked at Zhuo Yunfei who had the same deep eyes on the other side with some headaches, thinking in his heart whether he should have an epiphany on the spot and then resort to forceful suppression, or whether he should use the true destiny to escape through this wave of plots.

Ye Ang thought for less than a second, and quickly made a decision.

Ye Ang: "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, we have no intention of becoming enemies with Fellow Daoist."

Zhuo Yunfei: "Then you all get out of the way, and Ru waits obediently."

Ye Ang: "..."

Don't be angry, don't be angry!
Ye Ang comforted himself in his heart, the other party was just an NPC, so it was not worth getting angry.

Ye Ang quickly adjusted his mentality: "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, you must know that you can't solve the problem like this."

Zhuo Yunfei raised his eyelids slightly, "Then solve the problematic people."

Ye Ang: "..."

Come on, why do you feel like you can't talk anymore?This is not right.

Ye Ang was secretly surprised, so he went straight to the point and asked, "Dare to ask Fellow Daoist Zhuo, what do you want to do most now?"

"kill!"

A smile finally appeared on Ye Ang's face: "No, no, that's not what you want to do the most."

"Oh?" Zhuo Yunfei finally had obvious emotions on his face, he looked at Ye Ang, "What should that be?"

There was a positive smile on the corner of Ye Ang's mouth: "Reviving Fairy Guyue is what you want to do most."

Zhuo Yunfei was stunned for a moment, then nodded subconsciously, then he reacted and shook his head dejectedly, "Impossible, my soul flies away, my body dies and my dao disappears, even if I am a true immortal, I cannot be saved."

"True immortals can't do it, what about golden immortals?" Ye Ang asked back.

"Golden Immortal King?" Zhuo Yunfei was stunned for a moment, and finally shook his head, "In the Kunyun world, the Golden Immortal King is just a legend."

"For others, it will always be a legend, but for you, it may not be at all."

Zhuo Yunfei shook his head, "It's too illusory."

"Hehe." Ye Ang smiled contemptuously, and slowly spit out two words: "Coward."

Zhuo Yunfei raised his eyelids, and there was a ray of murderous intent in his eyes, "You'd better make it clear."

Ye Ang didn't care at all, and talked calmly and freely.

"Although the Golden Immortal is illusory, but if you think about it, you also know that this should be the only direction that can revive the Guyue Fairy. If the Golden Immortal is not good, there is Taiyi above the Golden Immortal. If Taiyi is not good, there is Taiyi above Taiyi. There are Hunyuan..."

"In short, when you reach the supreme realm of cultivation one day, you can challenge death and control time and space. Maybe at that time, it will be easy to resurrect Fairy Guyue."

"It's just that there are two problems with this method, and I'm afraid you won't be able to overcome it."

Zhuo Yunfei frowned slightly, "What's the problem?"

"One is the path of cultivation, the future is bleak, let alone determined to ascend to the supreme realm, if the mind is a little unsteady, it may be that you give up halfway, and all your efforts will be in vain."

"The second point is that even if you have the highest aptitude, if you seek the road in a vast way and search for it in a long way, when you climb to the supreme realm, I am afraid that you will have completely forgotten Fairy Guyue in your heart. This unforgettable emotion, I'm afraid it will also be tempered by the years, in your heart, it is not worth mentioning."

Ye Ang looked at Zhuo Yunfei very understandingly, with sincerity and peace in his eyes, "After all, the long years are enough to change many things, and the status of Fairy Guyue in your heart may not be as high as you imagined, It's not that important either."

"Is what you said true?" Zhuo Yunfei's reaction seemed a little slow, Ye Ang finished speaking, and he actually asked this question.

"What's true or not?" Ye Ang couldn't figure it out for a moment, not knowing what he was talking about.

"There is Taiyi above Jinxian, and Hunyuan above Taiyi?" Zhuo Yunfei held the spear, his fingers were white, and there was hope and anxiety in his eyes.

"Of course it's true, how can it be false?" Ye Ang said openly, as if he was saying something that couldn't be more correct.

"I said you were cowardly before, because you didn't dare to think about it, to suffer untold hardships, to open up new worlds, to climb higher realms, and to seek a chance for Fairy Guyue."

"Huh!" Zhuo Yunfei exhaled slowly, "So that's how it is."

"Fellow Daoist, thank you Yunfei." Zhuo Yunfei clasped his fists in thanks.

Ye Ang also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and pretended to be beeping indifferently, "You don't have to be polite, that's all I'm going to say. The real difficulties need to be overcome slowly by fellow Daoist Zhuo all the way."

Zhuo Yunfei nodded, "Naturally." Immediately afterwards, his face turned cold, "It's just that fellow Daoist said something just now, which made me unhappy, so I have to ask fellow Daoist for advice!"

"Swipe!" The spear trembled, and a little bit of cold star bloomed, which made Ye Ang's face collapse all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)