The demon world I designed

"You should leave, Elder Yang!"

The short sword was retracted, and the light of the Shinto suddenly increased. All the soldiers recognized it almost immediately. This was the ultimate source of their faith power. Their Lord God had returned!

On the other side of the Buddhist temple, a group of Arhats were dim. Even though it was a great opportunity to attack, no one dared to step forward.

"Leave?"

The Buddha looked at Chen Qing, and his body dissipated bit by bit. This time, several forces calculated that Chen Qing had been accumulating this sword for an unknown period of time. Without the Space-Time Jade, he had no chance of survival.

He knew that he might really have come to an end.

Where would he go?

The Buddha was originally a spiritual body that had revived. With Chen Qing's sword, he had no chance of reincarnation.

This time, he might really die.

Death.

Having lived for hundreds of millions of years, he was very resistant to this word, and even extremely afraid of it. Otherwise, he would not have come up with that idea in the end to avoid the outer demon statue.

But when he was about to experience the last moment, he suddenly felt relaxed.

The nerves that had been tense for countless years suddenly relaxed.

That feeling was really comfortable.

Maybe I was really obsessed before.

"Young man" Buddha looked at Chen Qing, his eyes became inexplicably complicated. For this person who had made so many calculations and finally killed him, he could not feel hatred for a while, but only felt a sense of relief.

Maybe I have lived too long and lost too many things?

"Are you willing to cooperate with Lao Liu? Do you know what he did to you back then?"

"I don't know." Chen Qing said lightly: "I only know that his cooperation is beneficial to me now. If I lose this time, it's because I am not as good as others."

"Really?" Buddha smiled: "Yes, I am not as good as others. What can I say? Young people are more open-minded."

"Are there anything else you want to say in the end?" Chen Qing said.

"I" Actually he wanted to ask a lot of questions. He wanted to ask why Chen Qing chose to cooperate with Liu Lao again, and also wanted to know why Liu Lao had to kill him. As one of the three great Buddhas, he was deeply rooted in the Buddhist country. When the war was about to start, he chose to kill his general in front of the battle. What was he thinking?

But now it doesn't seem to be important.

He still doesn't know whether he is the same person he was back then. Maybe it's just a string of memory data. Maybe he was already dead back then. Maybe all of them were just deceiving themselves back then.

Now even the data memory is disappearing immediately. What does it feel like?

Will people really disappear completely from this world after death?

Chen Qing looked at the other party who didn't speak, and didn't disturb him, because he could see clearly that the other party's bitter face showed a smile. It was an extremely relaxed and comfortable expression. Maybe he is now the most relaxed time in his billions of years of life.

Every second is extremely precious, and he shouldn't disturb him.

As time passed, Old Yang finally smiled, put his hands together, and a golden light turned into a grain of rice. The grain of rice flashed with a faint brilliance, not dazzling, but it seemed that no darkness in the world could cover it.

Chen Qing narrowed his eyes and recognized it at a glance. It was the Buddha's relic!

In the setting, if the people of the Buddha Kingdom are willing to pass away, they will be enlightened. Everything in their body will turn into relics and become the only trace of this world. The relics condense the essence of the Buddha's life power. There is no harm. It is only for the inheritance of the world, which is a great act of kindness.

Only the Buddha who has broken the reincarnation can turn into such relics.

The relic flew slowly towards Chen Qing with brilliance.

Chen Qing took it silently, and for a while he was in a complicated mood. He was not familiar with this old Yang. It is estimated that he had only heard about his abilities from Old Liu before, and knew that he was one of the masterminds of the Third World War.

But if you say that there is any hatred or emotion towards this person, then there is no, just because killing him will be good for Jiangnan.

If a figure of the Buddha Lord level died in his hands, his body and Buddha bones would be excellent materials for magic tools. The refined Qi and blood could revive all the aquatic creatures in the Dragon Palace of the West Sea.

In addition, Liu Lao promised that as long as the Buddha died, he would allow himself to eradicate the Buddhist temples in Jiangnan, so he agreed to cooperate.

But he didn't expect that after the success, the other party would be willing to turn into a relic to fulfill his wish.

"Young man, most of the Buddhist temples in Jiangnan have followed me. If those Arhats are willing to surrender, let them go. I wish you can make it to the end. If it were you, you should create a different result."

Chen Qing was silent for a while, accepted the relic, and then came to the front of the army in an instant. He looked at the Arhats who dared not attack in the distance, and the Buddha in the temple who didn't even dare to speak.

"Those who surrender will not be killed. Your Buddha has begged for mercy. If you are willing to surrender, I will accept you. If you are not willing, I can also let you go. But if you still harm Jiangnan, I can guarantee that your spirit will never have a chance to reincarnate!"

The Arhats froze in place after hearing this, clenching their teeth tightly.

For many years, they have never been threatened like this. Even when the Buddha Kingdom was at its weakest, it was not forced to this point.

But today, they have no courage to resist.

For three eras, the three major forces have not even fallen to the king level, and now even the Buddha cannot escape the fate of death.

Is the rumored end of the world true?

"Amitabha." A Buddha chant sounded, and then a barefoot tall Buddha slowly walked out of the Buddhist temple.

The Buddha was tall and tall, completely different from the Happy Buddha that Chen Qing had encountered before. This Buddha was like a huge King Kong. Although his energy and blood were weak, he could still feel the martial intent condensed in him.

Chen Qing immediately knew that this was a war Buddha.

"Donor Chen Qing, long time no see."

Chen Qing returned the greeting: "Master, I am not the old Chen Qing, and I don't know you, master. If you want to reminisce about old times, you can skip it."

"Indeed." Buddha suddenly smiled and said: "Although the genes are the same, they are not the same person in their bones. Chen Qing in the past would not have taken your path. It was because I didn't think about it."

"Master is willing to come out this time, but do you have any advice?" Chen Qing asked.

"The Lord Buddha is dead, and I was a little confused for a while. Since the Lord Buddha is willing to incarnate as a relic, he must have figured it out, but I still haven't figured it out. Now I ask the donor to clarify some questions."

"It's not in vain to let the donor answer." The Buddha smiled and said: "If the donor can answer Lao Na's question, the five hundred Arhats in Lao Na's Buddhist temple will belong to the donor. As long as they recover their energy and blood, they will be real extraordinary lives. Moreover, they are all born as warrior monks, and their combat capabilities are among the elite of the three major forces. What does the donor think? "

Chen Qing was a little surprised when he heard this, and then said: "In that case, let me ask the master."