"Brother Ruochen, I'm chasing you so hard."

Gong Nanfeng's voice came from the starry sky in the distance.

After a while, he flew to Zhang Ruochen panting, looking so tired, and said, "Do you have any food? You're almost starving to death! You're so tired, why are you running so far..."

Zhang Ruochen looked at Gong Nanfeng in a daze, looked at the Lord of the Imperial God Island again, pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time to recover his mood, took out a holy medicine from the space ring and handed it to him.

Gong Nanfeng looked at the fragrant holy medicine and frowned, saying, "This thing is not delicious either."

"clear."

Zhang Ruochen took back the holy medicine, took out a bag of green spirit fruits, a pot of divine wine with mellow aroma, and a piece of air-dried dried beast meat.

Gong Nanfeng was overjoyed and started eating voraciously.

While chewing, he said vaguely: "Brother Ruochen understands me."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were still full of doubts and said, "Aren't you caught by Bai Qing'er?"

Gong Nanfeng gnawed the Li Yu Holy Fruit the size of a fist with one hand, and held the wine pot with the other, his face deformed, and said, "She said, Tianshu needle is for you, it's useless to keep me, so he let me go! Did you really take back the Tianshu needle from her? How did you regain it?"

The Dragon Lord had indeed returned the Tianshu needle to Zhang Ruochen, and of course he also took back the Shenlong Sun and Moon Chaos Tower.

Zhang Ruochen pondered for a while and said, "Yes."

Zhang Ruochen suddenly thought that Tianshu Needle and Gong Nanfeng might be the key to his return to the Hell Realm and gaining the trust of the Temple of Destiny.

Although the Tianshu Needle is a magical weapon, it cannot be seen.

Once you see the light, you will be attacked by the Hell Realm and the Temple of Destiny.

Since that's the case, it's better to send it back to the Temple of Destiny.

No matter how good the artifact is, it is far less than that in Zhang Ruochen's heart.

Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen with admiration and said, "Brother Ruochen is worthy of being a peerless genius in the hell world. Bai Qing'er has become a god. You can even regain the magical artifact from her. This is simply a miracle, and it is almost impossible to do."

Zhang Ruochen knew that Gong Nanfeng would inevitably have some doubts.

After all, it is a fantasy to regain a magic weapon from the gods. Even Gong Nanfeng doesn’t believe it. How could the gods in the Temple of Destiny believe it?

Zhang Ruochen sighed: "That witch is indeed powerful, so I can only use a trick. Alas, in short, the sacrifice is very big."

"What sacrifice?"

Gong Nanfeng stared at Zhang Ruochen intently, and his interest was raised.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "It's hard to say anything. Maybe soon, I have to go to the Twelve Square of the Goddess to marry her."

Gong Nanfeng was shocked, put down the food in his hand, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Brother Ruochen actually feeds the demon girl in order to regain the artifact. This handsome man trick is indeed indecent, but it touched Feng very much. On behalf of the Temple of Destiny and the Tianyun Department, I express my sincere gratitude."

Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, "Please keep it a secret for me. This matter is the biggest stain in my life."

"clear."

Gong Nanfeng's eyes were red and his emotions were hard to calm down for a long time.

Although Gong Nanfeng is a monk in the Temple of Destiny, the Lord of the Imperial God Island has no intention of killing him. Standing at the height of a supreme person, he will not vent his emotions on a junior.

The Lord of the Immortal Island stood calmly from beginning to end, while Gong Nanfeng claimed to know everything and calculate everything, but he seemed to be unable to see him at all, which made Zhang Ruochen even more amazed at the terrifying spiritual strength of this Grand Master.

After Gong Nanfeng had enough, he finally noticed the ancient temple in front of him. Suddenly, a bright light burst out in his eyes and said in shock: "Summer Temple, is this... this... here?"

On the plaque of the ancient temple, there are indeed three Buddhist scriptures "Summer Temple", full of vicissitudes of life.

Zhang Ruochen did not hide it from him and said, "That's right, the place where the Holy Monk Sumeru once preached and sat in meditation."

Gong Nanfeng knew that Zhang Ruochen was the descendant of the Sumeru Holy Monk, and it was not strange that he was able to find the Sumeru Temple. He was naturally full of awe of the former peerless power of the Sumeru Holy Monk, and quickly put his hands together and bowed.

Whether it is a monk from the Heavenly Court or a monk from hell, it is worth a worship of the homeland of a powerful man of the Sumeru Holy Monk.

When strong to a certain extent, as long as both sides do not have direct hatred, the younger generation will definitely feel respect for it.

Gong Nanfeng whispered, "Chen, can I go in with you?"

Perhaps, Zhang Ruochen did not hesitate to use the beauty trick and also regained the magic weapon for him, which moved Gong Nanfeng so much that he even became more friendly.

"Don't you go back to the Temple of Destiny?" Zhang Ruochen took out the Tianshu needle and handed it to him.

Gong Nanfeng took the Tianshu needle and said bitterly: "I am too weak. What if someone takes away the magic weapon along the way? Chen, you can't leave it alone."

Zhang Ruochen felt the smear, but he was helpless and said, "Well! But it was the first time I came to the Sumeru Temple. I don't know if there is any danger inside."

"I think it's safe to have you here." Gong Nanfeng said.

The Lord of the Imperial God Island saw that Zhang Ruochen intended to return to the Hell Realm with Gong Nanfeng's intention to return to the Hell Realm, and said, "It's okay, let him keep up!"

The Lord of the Immortal Island walked in the front, stepped on fragments of space, and came to the wasteland outside the ancient temple.

Zhang Ruochen and Gong Nanfeng passed through the broken space and fell on the wasteland. Only then did they truly feel the boundless Buddha agglomeration. Even though they were broken in front of them, they still made people feel the idea of ​​kneeling on the ground and bowing.

In my ears, there seems to be the sound of ancient Buddha, which has been passed through the long river of time to this life.

Zhang Ruochen lifted up his robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed deeply.

If it weren't for the Sumeru Holy Monk, Zhang Ruochen would have probably been killed by the awakened people in the Kunlun Realm. How could he have had a second life?

If it weren't for the preaching of the Sumeru Holy Monk, Zhang Ruochen would not have achieved what he is today.

This kneels, this bows.

It not only represents Zhang Ruochen's respect for the Sumeru Holy Monk, but also represents the gratitude in his heart.

The Lord of the Immortal Island looked confused and thoughtful, and said, "Ruochen, from the moment the Sumeru Saint Monk chose you, he has actually set a way for you to condense the first-class holy will. He has placed all his hopes on you. I hope you can become the second Unmoving King Dazun, even stronger than Dazun."

"Is it possible?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The Lord of the Imperial God Island said: "As long as you condense a first-class holy will, there will be a glimmer of opportunities."

The Great Lord of the Immortal King is regarded as proud by every monk in Kunlun Realm. Even if ten Yuanhui passes, it is still irreplaceable in the hearts of the monks of the Holy God Island Lord and the Sumeru Holy Monk, and is an eternal monument.

The Lord of the Imperial God Island said: "Eight hundred years ago, the person chosen by the monks in Kunlun Realm was Chi Yao. However, the person chosen by the Holy Monk was you. His expectations for you are not only limited to revitalizing the Kunlun Realm, but also have greater hope."

"I believe he should be very pleased to be able to get to this point."

"The opportunity to condense the first-class holy will is in it. No one can predict the result, but along the way, I have seen many potentials in you that other monks do not have. Master Tai has confidence in you."

The first-class holy intention is too illusory. The Lord of the Immortal Island actually did not have much hope in his heart, but he had to give Zhang Ruochen confidence and could not deny the result from the beginning.

Zhang Ruochen walked on the wasteland and stepped into the door of the Sumeru Temple, his eyes firmer than ever before.

Gong Nanfeng wanted to follow in, but was blocked by a scripture on the door, retreated and said, "Chen, I'm waiting for you outside, be careful!"

When he stepped into the temple gate, the scene in front of Zhang Ruochen changed drastically.

"Crazy."

The sound of turbulent water flowing sounded in my ears. Looking around, the entire broken ancient temple was actually located in a long river.

The ancient temple is like a boat, going upstream, not knowing where to go.

Above the head, the stars were illusioned, and the space continued to break and condense again.

In the temple ahead, Buddha light emitted.

Zhang Ruochen calmed his mind, walked towards the location where the Buddha's light emitted, and came to an antique hall.

There are six Buddha statues in the hall, one of which has a thousand feet long and a thousand eyes, with a kind face. The other one has a burly figure, a torch, and a white elephant...

...

The six Buddha statues are different, but they are extremely sacred, just like the true Buddha in the world, making people dare not have any evil thoughts in their hearts.

"You're finally here!"

A faint sound rang in the hall.

The sound does not seem to be coming from ancient times in this world.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were frozen under the six Buddha altars.

I saw a monk with a broken body sitting cross-legged on the ground, with wounds on his body and chest. Something was pierced through, and the golden bones could be seen.

He seemed to be still alive, and his body emitted a soft Buddha light.

With the place where you sit cross-legged, mysterious golden scriptures flow on the ground, each scripture has the terrifying power to kill the great saint.

You don't have to guess who this body is.

Zhang Ruochen filled his eyes with tears, his heart was excited, he bowed and said, "Greetings to the Holy Monk."

The voice sounded again: "You have to walk your own way. I just gave you a start. I never thought of interfering too much on your way. The future is in your own hands."

Zhang Ruochen knew that the holy monk had long passed away and even his divine power had been exhausted.

These words are likely to be left behind when he is still alive and when he goes to the future. It is really unimaginable how the holy monk feels when he sees his future as such a broken corpse.

Will you be desperate?

But the future is full of variables, and perhaps this is just one direction.

Logically speaking, the voice of the holy monk appears here, and it must have come to this time point in the past.

The holy monk did not appear here, only some voices were left. Does it mean that there have been some deviations from the future where the holy monk went?

The voice of the holy monk sounded again: "If you want to condense a first-class holy intention, the key lies in time and space. Now, we are walking on the long river of time, going back to the past, going back to the beginning of time, and returning to space or the singularity."

"But you have to be careful that when this ancient temple dies, you must return immediately. The way back is to use my body as a boat to accurately return to the current time point. Whether it can condense a first-class holy intention, you have to keep this in mind."

Zhang Ruochen immediately rushed out of the hall and looked at the rolling river outside the ancient temple, his eyes were dull and he was extremely frightened.

Is this over the long river of time?

Go back to the past?

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Chapter completed!