Normally speaking, if you kill too many people, it is indeed difficult to successfully overcome the tribulation.
It's as if there is some divine will that dictates this.
It makes no sense, but in that other world, Du Qingchen knew that this was the fact.
However, for Du Qingchen, if he goes against his will in order to make it easier to overcome the tribulation, then it will not be what he wants, and he will live a very miserable life, which is not conducive to overcoming the tribulation.
What's more, after overcoming the tribulation and becoming a fairy, your fighting power will be stronger than that of ordinary people.
Therefore, he did not agree with the saint's point of view, and naturally he would not refute it, lest he turn the other person into a murderous demon.
He has never encountered such a strange magician who can actually absorb other people's combat power to make his own magic even more powerful.
What is the difference between this and the star-attracting methods on the Internet?
As for the idea that magicians can eventually become monks, although Du Qingchen was surprised, he thought it was understandable.
He remembered that Zhao Si had said last time that in the end, all practices lead to the same destination through different paths.
When he was in Japan, he also encountered a similar situation.
Illusionists can also become practitioners.
No matter what you have practiced before, as long as you are strong enough, at some point you will realize it and you will naturally become a practitioner.
From this point of view, the practice system of Eastern practitioners is quite orthodox.
Du Qingchen asked again: "Okay, I have another question, why do you appear again now? We seem to have no grudges. Didn't I help you? You still want to kill me?"
"Yes, because I am from the Egu Kingdom. I promised the king to kill you, so I will definitely kill you. Moreover, by killing you, I can get more combat power and my magic will be more effective.
sharp."
The saint is really candid.
Say anything without any scruples.
Perhaps, in his opinion, Du Qingchen is bound to die today.
This made Du Qingchen a little unhappy.
He now also knows that he has underestimated the power of the saint. From this point of view, it is really difficult for him to escape from here today.
But he has no habit of asking him to admit defeat.
The current situation was very annoying for Du Qingchen. The only thing that made him happy was that the other party still seemed to despise him too much. Therefore, he did not appear and he still had the slightest chance to escape.
"Are you so sure that you can kill me?"
Du Qingchen asked.
"Of course I'm sure of it."
"I have one last question."
"Okay, this is the last question, let's ask it."
The saint said.
Du Qingchen stared at the saint's clone and asked, "Why doesn't your real body come?"
His words actually stopped the saint from questioning him. Maybe the saint didn't want to tell him.
"Why, don't you think I will definitely die? Why, you dare not say it?"
Du Qingchen used the method of provoking generals.
Everyone knows that this is a method of provoking generals. This method is often ineffective against ordinary people, unless the opponent is a fool, but it can often work wonders against real super masters.
Never underestimate how strong a strong person's self-confidence is.
Sure enough, the saint was fooled, and he volunteered to be fooled.
"I know you used the provoking method, but it doesn't matter. I can tell you why my real body didn't come."
After a pause, the saint said: "Because I can't come."
"Can't come?"
Du Qingchen's eyes suddenly lit up.
If the real body could come at any time, then he felt that his life was really in danger today.
But if the real body can't come, that's a different matter. At least, the chances of successfully escaping are much improved.
He has been conserving his strength. No matter what, he has to try even if he puts his life into it.
Du Qingchen smiled: "Then why can't you come? Where is your true identity?"
"I can't tell you this."
"Are you scared?"
"You are really ridiculous. Am I afraid of you? There is so much nonsense. I have answered many of your questions. I don't want to answer them now, can't I?"
The saint said impatiently.
"Of course, because I have nothing to ask you now."
Du Qingchen took a deep breath again. The aura on his body became violent again and reached its peak state again. His body was once again possessed by the spiritual armor.
It was obvious that he was ready for the decisive battle.
If you haven't reached the period of transcending tribulation, you still have a chance.
Du Qingchen's current combat power is comparable to that of the early stage of the psychic realm. As long as he is not in the middle stage of the psychic realm, he has the strength to fight.
Most of the saints are at the peak of the psychic realm. Unfortunately, his true form cannot come, and he has no chance to win.
"Perhaps it's not too late for you to commit suicide now, so you will suffer less."
"You are thinking too much. I will not commit suicide. I would like to try to see if I can kill your clone."
Du Qingchen licked his tongue, looking quite crazy now.
"It's ridiculous, just you?"
The saint laughed: "Then I will let you experience real magic."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped Du Qingchen with his palm.
Is this still magic?
Du Qingchen was ashamed, why did he look like a cultivator?
Yes, the saint's methods are like those of a practitioner, but he also combines the characteristics of a magician. For example, when he slaps his palm, there is an invincible aura contained in it, and the palm print is like a laser,
With divine power, it swept towards Du Qingchen.
Du Qingchen was startled.
He didn't even dare to take on this power.
Because the palm print was still far away from him, the protective armor on his body had actually melted.
Du Qingchen's body fled far away quickly and landed several hundred meters away in an instant.
A huge pit appeared directly where he was standing, estimated to be a hundred meters deep, and all nearby buildings disappeared, as if they had evaporated out of thin air.
Du Qingchen stood on a tall building, swallowing secretly, his body trembling slightly.
Damn it!
Isn't this too perverted?
Just now he wanted to fight desperately, but now he has no such thoughts at all.
The gap is too big.
This clone has the strength at the peak of the psychic realm.
Shouldn't the clone's combat power be discounted?
He couldn't figure it out.
He didn't have a chance to think about it.
Because the saint took action again.
This time, the saint raised his hands high and chanted.
Suddenly, Du Qingchen discovered that the world between heaven and earth had become a prison, and he could not lift his feet.
It was as if the sky and the earth were imprisoned.
Then, the saint stretched out his hand again and pointed at him with one finger.
A ray of light shot directly towards him.
Du Qingchen's expression changed wildly.
He bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and a stream of essence and blood spurted out. The little man in his Dantian finally woke up from the meditation, opened his eyes, and looked a little puzzled and a little surprised.
Then, Du Qingchen discovered that there was an extra strength in his body.
It was not his power, but it was extremely powerful.
Almost instantly, his body was able to move.
With a whoosh, he landed again on the top of another tall building a few hundred meters away.
The place where he was standing just now, a few hundred meters in radius, was directly razed to the ground, as if nothing had ever appeared there.