The Dragon from Hell

Although Ah Xi tried to make up for it, Guan Mo's face still didn't look good. He stared at Ah Xi coldly with a dark face, and murderous intent was raging on him.

Even Qinglong, who stood beside Ah Xi without saying a word, sensed the dangerous aura coming from him, and clenched his hands behind his back secretly.

The temperature in the church dropped suddenly, making Ah Xi feel a little puzzled: What did she say wrong? Or did these two people already know something?

But then, Guan Mo said coldly: "Are you looking down on me by comparing me with mortals?"

Ah Xi was stunned for a moment: She didn't expect that at this time, every word of everyone was a hidden needle, and Guan Mo actually cared about her praising Qin Feng but not him just now, and when she praised him, she said he was a "human".

She was speechless for a while. It seems that the demons are the demons, and they are really not smart.

"You..."

Qinglong was about to say something when he heard Guan Mo impatiently say, "Shut up, I'm the dignified Demon Lord, and you're just a small soldier. Is it your turn to talk to me at this time?"

The originally serious occasion suddenly became a little funny because of Guan Mo's interruption.

Qin Feng coughed lightly and put a fist against his lips - it was nothing, it was really uncomfortable to hold back his laughter.

Seeing Guan Mo so arrogant, Qinglong's eyes obviously became a little colder.

But Ah Xi on the side stopped him and shook his head at him, and the latter endured it.

Ah Xi turned around and put on his impeccable smile again: "It's my problem, Guan... Lord Demon is a powerful leader. Whether in your own world or in this world, he must be a dazzling existence..."

"Well, that's okay. You still have some vision." Guan Mo nodded and sat next to Qin Feng again. At the same time, he leaned close to Qin Feng's ear and whispered: "See, the demon clan is like this. If you don't give her a little face, she will think she is going to heaven."

"But she is right. Whether I am in Linxian Continent or here, I am..."

Qin Feng couldn't listen anymore and interrupted him: "I know you may think you lowered your voice, but even if you lowered the volume, the sound is still quite loud..."

Guan Mo followed his gaze and saw that the smile on Ah Xi's face standing above was about to break.

But he didn't care. He even leaned back and put his legs on the table in front of him, completely ignoring where this place was.

"What's wrong with hearing it? What I said is the truth, right?"

If he continued to say this, Ah Xi's smile would be completely broken. She said "hmm" perfunctorily and quickly brought the topic back: "Since Mr. Qin, you already know that the power of faith can be used to repair void cracks, you should know that the power of faith itself belongs to divine power, and can only be used to the extreme in the hands of God. We mortals..."

When she said this, Ah Xi also deliberately glanced at Guan Mo and added: "I'm talking about myself."

Seeing Guan Mo nodded with satisfaction, she continued.

If it weren't for the smooth progress of the plan, she really couldn't say anything.

Qin Feng found it quite interesting. Originally, when dealing with people like Ah Xi, you always have to be aware that one of her words is a trap.

But Guan Mo didn't care. In his eyes, he was the only one in the world, and he could solve any problem with violence.

On the contrary, dealing with such people is sometimes the most tiring.

Whether it's cooperation or being an enemy, you can never guess what he is thinking.

"So," Qin Feng finished the conversation and kept the topic on track: "Since you also know that we are all just mortals, even if the power of faith can be used to fill the void cracks, how much is enough?"

"As far as I know, Shura Gate has been active for fifty years. With your power, you should have collected a lot of faith power in these fifty years."

"But you yourself said that the void cracks have not only not become smaller in the past few decades, but have become larger and larger."

"How can I believe that your method is really feasible?"

Qin Feng spread his hands and looked very casual: "Besides, I don't see what I can do about this matter."

"Mr. Qin, don't be impatient, I'm just getting to the point." Ah Xi glanced at Guan Mo, hoping that this person would stop interrupting.

"Of course, we ordinary people or monsters cannot use the power of faith, but as far as I know, you humans can cultivate a precious body of Dharma, which can be called the god of the gods. If you can create a golden body with the precious body of Dharma, you will have the status of a god, and you can use the power of faith for your own benefit in any world..."

When I heard the word "treasure body of Dharma"At that time, Qin Feng's eyelids had already moved slightly.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?

To repair the cracks in the void, you just need a cultivator who can cultivate the precious body of Dharma, and the power of faith that Ah Xi has collected over the years just comes from the Killing Buddha, that is, the Three-phase Buddha; it just so happens that Qin Feng had created a precious body for him because of Xuanyuan Cang before he came.

All the coincidences piled together really make people feel unbelievable.

He turned his head and looked at Guan Mo. Qin Feng also saw disbelief in the other's eyes, but the faces of both of them were still calm.

Qin Feng said indifferently: "So? Don't you think this method is a bit too lucky?"

"Even if you think I can cultivate a precious body, everyone's precious body is different, and no one can guarantee that they will be chosen by a god to be his body."

He pointed his chin at the human-faced spider symbol on the cross in front of him: "If I remember correctly, all the faith power you collected here is dedicated to that killing Buddha, right?"

"What if I can't cultivate the killing Buddha's body?"

While Qin Feng was talking, Ah Xi's eyes never left his face, and she didn't even blink during the whole process.

After he finished speaking, he even stared at his face for a while before finally smiling and saying, "Mr. Qin has a point, but what I said is only one way, right? Now the crack is getting bigger and bigger, and we haven't found a second way to repair it. Shouldn't we try this way first?"

"Besides, Mr. Qin hasn't tried it yet, so how can he know that his precious Dharmakaya is not the Killing Buddha?"

"I remember that you have seen the Killing Buddha in another world. Maybe this is a kind of destiny."

"I have something here that can reflect Mr. Qin's corresponding Dharmakaya. If you are willing, we can take a look first..."