"Xiao Chen, you are ruthless!" Zhunti and Jie Yin did not dare to provoke him anymore, so they took away the remaining Buddha soldiers and sons and turned around and fled to the heavenly court.

The Blood Sea Ancestor who was secretly cultivating in the Blood Sea Palace heard the news and sent a large number of demon soldiers to guide him. The four gods did not stop him. Although they were the opportunity to obtain the great way, they could fight against the saints and were also trapped in the great way, and every move was within the scope of the great way.

Xiao Chen sneered: "Even if a group of ants is twisted into a ball, they are ants after all." He swung his sleeves, turned directly to the water palace, and began to close his eyes and practice in silence.

At this point, the West's conspiracy to seek the East completely failed, and the Xiao Chen Emperor's list of the four spirits once again made the reputation of the imperial church reach its peak.

The entire human world began to take the Human Emperor's religion as the leader of all religions, respecting Fuxi as the Emperor of Heaven, Xuanyuan as the Emperor of Earth, and Xiao Chen as the Emperor of Great Brave Holy Emperor, with a peerless and courageous spirit, the first holy emperor of ancient times.

All mortals recited the name of the Great Brave Holy Emperor devoutly day and night. For a time, the incense of the Human Emperor's Church was in full swing, and the power of faith obtained by Xiao Chen was even more like a sea of ​​people to accommodate all rivers.

A large amount of faith power was loaded into the Bagua Linglong Demon Refining Tower by Xiao Chen. When he reached his realm, he did not need to use faith power to practice, but to temper weapons.

The power of faith can be said to be extremely powerful, which is that it has the effect of merit and the effect of refining supreme magic tools.

Therefore, although Western religion is poor, it can raise countless Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and monks with the incense of one religion, and can compete with the entire Eastern religion for many years with the Western land.

By heart, Xiao Chen admires the Western saints as a person who can take root in such a poor place, carry forward Buddhism, and even penetrate into the East. This is not only great wisdom, but also great perseverance and perseverance.

But Zhunti and Gui Yin, you shouldn't have put your claws into my pocket. Xiao Chen pinched his five fingers hard, and the entire Crescent Fairy Lake trembled a few times.

Suddenly, Xiao Chen thought of a key point. The Buddhist practice system is mostly useful for the power of faith to condense the golden body. I wonder if this golden body is useful to the dead.

The master has always been worried about Fuxi who passed away and does not know whether using the power of faith can reshape Fuxi's past body. It is just a dispersed soul. What should I do?

In an instant, Xiao Chen thought a lot, and even more importantly, the key point was that Fuxi did not need a wind chime. Xuanyuan and himself forcibly pulled out her soul and soul from the underworld to bring it back to the world.

But this is based on a premise that Feng Ling's soul did not dissipate, but still exists in the world, but is just divided.

Forget it, there is no clearer about the soul than the ancestor witch in the underworld. After all, a reincarnation was built there, although this reincarnation is really nothing in the eyes of the saints.

But at this moment, it was Xiao Chen’s only hope. If Youming couldn’t give the answer, then the idea of ​​reshaping his past body would have to be stranded.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen suddenly stood up and stepped out, and was already in the underworld.

Xuan Ming, who was practicing in the sea of ​​suffering, suddenly stood up and looked at Xiao Chen who was walking through the entrance of the Netherworld with a look of surprise.

"The Emperor of War, I am really a rare guest. Could it be that I am tired of the prosperity of the human world, so I came to my underworld to appreciate the bad water and bad air?"

When Xiao Chen heard this, he smiled awkwardly. Xuan Ming's words were somewhat self-pitying. If he really talked about the Netherworld environment, it was indeed not as good as the human world.

It is said that the saints have the power to change the world, but if they change the appearance, they cannot change the eyes in their hearts. Even if they change the underworld with bad water and bad air into the four seasons like spring and flowers like tundra, the dark air still cannot be dissipated.

Thinking of the glory of the ancestors and umbrellas ruled the human world tens of thousands of years ago, Xiao Chen understood Xuan Ming's self-pity.

After thinking for a while, Xiao Chen felt that he could show some sincerity as a secret to exchanging souls.

"Xuanming, this time I came to the underworld, there is something important to discuss with your ancestor witches."

"Well, what else can you fight against the emperor between heaven and earth?"

Xuan Ming's words were indeed not a joke. She really admired Xiao Chen and even admired him a little. She really couldn't figure out what else could be Xiao Chen now.

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Even Hongjun has something that cannot be calculated, let alone me?"

"Are you not as good as Hongjun, Emperor Zhan?"

"Uh..." Xuan Ming's words immediately made Xiao Chen feel embarrassed, saying that he was not as good as Hongjun. Isn't this belittle himself? And now I am really confident to fight Hongjun.

But when he said that he was better than Hongjun, he obviously had no meaning to the foreword. Thinking of this, Xiao Chen could only shake his head and smile bitterly: "Xuanming, don't talk about these trivial matters, there is something important to come this time."

"Well, the War Emperor, but it's okay."

Xuan Ming also realized that Xiao Chen was indeed an important matter and no longer joked. He was just a handsome Yang, and the two of them were already in a stone pavilion.

Xiao Chen tapped the stone table with his fingers, organized the language, and slowly spoke: "I heard that Youming is proficient in the matter of souls, but I wonder if there is a way to condense the past body?"

"I don't know who the War Emperor mentioned the past body?"

When Xiao Chen heard Xuan Ming’s question, he frowned. He didn’t want to reveal the real person who had passed away, otherwise it would shock the world and the saints would be uneasy.

Because in that era, Fuxi was a taboo word, which made all saints afraid of existence, otherwise Di Jun and Taiyi would not have chosen to plot against Xuanyuan instead of Fuxi.

"The War Emperor is inconvenient, so I won't force it, but I'll ask if this past master still has a soul?"

"No, there may be thoughts of the past."

"What!" Xuan Ming was shocked. He did not have souls or physical bodies, but had thoughts of the past. How terrifying would such a person be!

In a vague way, Xuan Ming calculated a trace of the origin of this person, but he still had to go deeper. Suddenly his heart beat, as if he was stabbed by a needle, and he couldn't help but cough out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen hurriedly passed a trace of holy power: "Xuanming, you are too brave, this person is not something you can count on."

"Ahem, I think I know who he is. You are so crazy!" Xuan Ming covered his mouth and kept coughing. Although he was moistened by Xiao Chen's holy power, he still felt uncomfortable.

"Well, who is it?" Xiao Chen was surprised. He didn't believe that Xuan Ming was able to calculate Fuxi in the early stage of the saint!

"Hmph, isn't it..."

Xuan Ming was about to say the last two words, but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, so he turned to write the words "Fuxi" on Xiao Chen's palm with his fingers.

"I hope you, Netherworld will not disclose this."

Since Xuan Ming had guessed it, Xiao Chen didn't want to deny it, but just looked at Xuan Ming with a cautious look. Xuan Ming naturally understood what Xiao Chen meant and sweared without hesitation.

"If I, Xuan Ming, reveal half a sentence, my cultivation will not improve in the rest of my life, and I will endure the pain of the heart fire forever. I will learn from it."

As soon as this statement came out, the great way felt, and a mysterious energy rushed straight into the Netherworld, gently imprinted into Xuanming's palm, and suddenly it was a wisp of fire.

"Xuan Ming, since you have sweared, I will not deceive you. I want to reshape my past body for him. I also hope that Youming can help me."

Xuanming was silent. The method of soul can be said to be the greatest secret of Netherworld and the power of the ancestor witch. Xiao Chen's request was indeed a bit too much.

"The Emperor of War is not my Xuanming stingy, but this soul method, which is related to the reproduction of my witch clan, so..."

Looking at Xuan Ming with his frown, Xiao Chen also knew that his request was a bit dissatisfied. He gritted his teeth and decided to give up the profit.

"Ruo Xuanming, you promised to tell me the way to reshape your past body. I am willing to draw out a human area and give it to you to live in."

"What!" Xuan Ming was shocked. I have to say that Xiao Chen's moves are very big and very attractive. Xuan Ming even had an impulse to agree on the spot.

It’s just that I think that Gonggong is the head of the ancestor witch, at least in name, it’s inappropriate to do this in a reasonable and reasonable way.

"War Emperor, can I allow my ancestor witch to discuss for a few days?"

Xiao Chen chuckled and made the word "please": "This is human nature, please give me some advice."

"Thank you so much, please stay in the Netherworld for some time." Xuan Ming finished speaking, and without waiting for Xiao Chen to reply, he rushed to the Ancestral Witch Palace.

………

"Little sister, why do you think you are so anxious to come to us?" Gonggong and Zhurong both had a hot temper. As soon as they stepped into the Ancestral Witch Hall, they started to yell.

"I think you shouldn't be anxious, my younger sister will have her own reasons for her actions." Ju Mang chuckled, and he had always admired Xuan Ming's wisdom.

Di Jiang nodded in agreement: "What Jumang said is true, Sister Xuanming must have had a big deal."

"Yes, it's really important to call you brothers to come this time." As he said that, Xuan Ming told Xiao Chen's purpose and conditions in detail.

Gonggong, Zhurong and others were silent after hearing this. After a while, Jumang suddenly said: "We don't give it to you, what will Xiao Chen do?"

The ancestor witches present have been practicing for thousands of years. How could they not understand the meaning of Jumang's words? If Xiao Chen wants to rob, the current Youming is far from his opponent.

If Xiao Chen just smiled indifferently and did not turn against him on the spot, then this attitude would be intriguing, but one thing is undeniable that the relationship between the human race and the witch race has finally heated up will probably return to freezing point.

"Forget it, just agree to him." Although Gonggong is a thick line, after thinking about it carefully, he feels that only by agreeing to the next level can the current countermeasures be suitable.

"Xuanming, this soul scripture records the soul technique. You can take it to Xiao Chen."

"Let's wait!"

At this moment, Ju Mang stepped out and snatched the scriptures from Xuan Ming's hand. The ancestor witches present were puzzled.

"Jumang, what are you doing?" Xuan Ming thought that Jumang was about to go back on his word, and suddenly became angry.

Ju Mang smiled strangely; "As long as Xiao Chen condenses the soul art of his past body, isn't it unnecessary for us to give him a scripture, and give him the most critical chapter."

"It's amazing!"
Chapter completed!