Chapter 4122 (1/2)
The waves shook my heart.
No wonder the abyss of hell is called reincarnation dungeon. It is actually the place where the Bodhisattva, the king of Tibet, seals his evil thoughts.
At present, the evil monk's evaluation of the king of Tibet Bodhisattva is so sharp, and the other party knows the identity of his chosen one, and even knows that he will step into the underworld palace. It must be the evil idea of the king of Tibet Bodhisattva.
The root of the three corpses is essentially a part of the monk's ID before being cut off. The Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet has the cognitive memory, which is also owned by the evil monk.
Even if he is the king of Tibet, there is nothing wrong with this sentence.
The evil thoughts of the Bodhisattva do not represent the will of his ID.
Shen Lang restrained his emotional changes and said calmly, ”no matter whether you are the” evil corpse ”of the Bodhisattva, you are not qualified to say that the Bodhisattva is a hypocrite.”
The evil monk said with a sneer, ”I thought you would have different opinions on this day. It seems that you are just a stupid person.”
”In the past, the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan king transformed the hell for his own sake. He thought that the salvation of the dead could gain the power of belief and achieve the supreme road. In the end, he did not achieve nothing, but suffered a natural moat! If I were him, I would not have died in the war of extermination The evil monk said scornfully.
Shen Lang said calmly: ”at least in Shen's opinion, the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet is very powerful and virtuous. He almost rewrites the order of hell with his own efforts and persuades the dead to do good by way of punishment. Not to say whether all this is right or not, but at least it can make Shen admire his heart. ”
”You are just an evil corpse suppressed at the foot of the Heiyu mountain. You have never done anything earth shaking, nor have you ever felt any sense of existence in the world. You are like a clown. How can you evaluate the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan king?”
As soon as he said this, the smile on the evil monk's face suddenly disappeared. He was really angered by the words of the waves. He said in a cold voice: ”boy, whatever you say, the ID of the Bodhisattva of the king of Tibet has already been destroyed, and the ID is still alive. It's obvious which is better than which.”
Shen Lang sneered: ”no, in my opinion, you are not alive. This abyss of hell is not the place for the living. Since you were imprisoned in reincarnation heaven by Bodhisattva, the king of Tibet, you have already died.”
”In the future, if I have evil thoughts that can't be eradicated, I will probably lock up my evil corpse in a place just like the Bodhisattva, the king of Tibet, imprisons you. I think it's good for you to stay here honestly and wait for your death. ”
Shen Lang did not forget to sneer.
”You...”
The evil monk's face was livid, and he said with a grim smile: ”it's a pity that the chosen one can't do what you want. From the moment you step into the underworld palace, you don't want to leave here again! ”
Shen Lang's eyes were shining. The evil monk didn't have a good heart.
Each other said that he was the evil idea of the Bodhisattva, the king of Tibet. At the beginning, Shen Lang didn't expect him to do anything good, so he just made a lot of sarcasm.
”It's really an evil corpse. As expected, it shows its fangs. But you want to kill me?”
Shen Lang asked without expression.
”To kill you? No no no! You have such a precious soul and body that I am reluctant to kill you. I've been waiting here for countless years, just to occupy your soul body, replace the chosen one, and enjoy the status and dignity that you should have! ”
The evil monk laughed and made no secret of his purpose.
Shen Lang's face was very gloomy. When the evil monk peeped at his soul just now, he probably guessed the other's purpose.
”If you want to replace me, it depends on your ability! Blood eyes tear the sky
Since the other side said the purpose, Shen Lang was not polite. His eyes suddenly burst out of the essence, and the Shura Saint pupil in the middle of his eyebrow shot out endless blood light, sweeping away towards the evil monk in front of him.
The evil monk looked at the blood light, and the corners of his mouth looked contemptuous: ”such a crude skill, I'm afraid you can come to the underworld palace.”
I thought that this day's elector used some means to hide his true cultivation, otherwise it would not be possible to kill all the dead in the dark area who he excluded.