Chapter 14 Lowering the Bottom Line

The bottom line will gradually decrease.

After taking a step back, you will find that taking a few more steps back doesn't matter.

From fleeing, to being forced to return, to begging for mercy, to kneeling, the Cang Ying King's bottom line was broken step by step.

Until this time, he lowered his head and could no longer feel any resistance in his heart.

"I want to establish the Fengshen Platform in the Five Continents. At this moment, the East Continent is almost complete, and someone has already gone to the West Continent. There are still the North and South Continents..."

An Qisheng said lightly.

Birds are naturally faster than land creatures, and the Cang Ying King is even more outstanding. His speed is so fast that ordinary Yuanshen would be left in the dust.

He naturally wouldn't kill him easily.

But birds are the most unruly, and the Cang Ying is even more so. He certainly doesn't have the same thoughts as the old ape, who immediately prostrates when things can't be done.

This scene seems simple, but it's because of his knife more than twenty years ago that has influenced him for more than twenty years.

Whoosh~~~

An Qisheng's figure became more and more ethereal, as if he would disappear with the wind in the next moment, but the Cang Ying King lowered his head, even if he sensed it, he didn't dare to look up, let alone take action.

The sword hanging in his mind sea is irresistible.

"I am willing to build the Fengshen Platform for the Real Person, let you drive me, and work hard without complaint..."

Hearing An Qisheng's words, the Cang Ying King felt a bitterness in his heart. Only then did he know the reason why he didn't kill him.

But he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and slowly raised his head:

"I only ask, I only ask Real Person to spare me this once."

"Merit is merit, and fault is fault. The two can coexist, but they cannot be offset."

An Qisheng stood above the hall, his indifferent eyes reflecting the Cang Ying King's滔天 (tao tian) bloody sins:

"After the construction of the Fengshen Platform is completed, I will grant you a good death."

The Cang Ying King is the king of demons, the hero of birds. His killing nature is滔天 (tao tian). When traveling the Four Seas and Five Continents, he swallowed and killed countless living beings, swallowing cities with his mouth open and mountains with his mouth closed.

He eats both humans and animals, and has committed countless killings.

At this time, it was reflected, as if a sea of blood and hell was flowing in his eyes, and countless wronged souls were howling.

To lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot, that is a Buddha.

He naturally wouldn't do it.

The practice of the Dao is not only in people, but also in oneself. If all enemies are killed in this way, and those who rely on oneself are ignored, and treated as if nothing happened.

Then what Dao should he cultivate, what Dharma should he promote, and what rules should he establish?

What is the meaning of unity of knowledge and action?

"Good, a good death..."

The Cang Ying King's body shook, and then he let out a miserable laugh:

"What a good death, what a good death!"

"The Real Person's killing nature is so great, I'm afraid it will catch up with Seventh Master..."

Lian Sheng, the old Daoist, smacked his tongue in his heart.

The White Lotus Daoist, Huang Qing'er, the Confucian Daoist, and the No-Tongue Daoist looked at each other and saw the fear and horror in each other's hearts.

If you do something, you will be killed. If you don't do it, you will also die.

A dignified Yuanshen great demon, either way he will die, how could he possibly help you do things?

The few people slandered in their hearts, but they didn't dare to interrupt.

But what the few people didn't expect was that after the Cang Ying King's miserable laughter, he actually agreed.

"Just asking for a good death, just asking for a good death..."

The Cang Ying King's expression was withered, and his energy and spirit seemed to have fallen to the bottom. A burst of decaying aura emanated from his body, as if his lifespan was coming to an end, or perhaps he had a determination to die.

"Merit and demerit cannot be offset, but faults must be paid with life, and merit must also be rewarded."

An Qisheng's tone was calm, and his body moved with the wind, suddenly dissipating into thousands of light spots:

"This world's bloody sins will be repaid in this life! On the day the Fengshen Platform is completed, I will personally send you to reincarnation, and promise you that your next life's spiritual light will not be dimmed, and you will re-enter the path of cultivation!"

As the voice fluctuated and echoed, An Qisheng had already disappeared into the void.

Only the countless light spots were blown away by the wind, spreading extremely in the sky, sealing the mountains.

"Real Person!"

Lian Sheng, the old Daoist, didn't expect An Qisheng to leave so decisively, and he didn't even have time to call out.

While he was worried, he saw that the surrounding void seemed to be stagnant under the diffusion of countless light spots.

The wind does not flow, the clouds do not drift, and even the light seems to be frozen in the sky.

And the countless large and small demons and ghosts between the mountains were all sealed here.

If someone looked down from above.

You can see that the Mo Long Grotto's thousands of mountains and valleys are like being wrapped in amber, and like a huge landscape painting painted by a painting saint!

For a long, long time after.

Under the gaze of Lian Sheng, the old Daoist, Huang Qing'er and others, the Cang Ying King kneeling in the ruins let out a miserable laugh to the sky:

"Thank you, Real Person, for your grace, thank you, Real Person, for your grace..."

His voice carried a smile, but anyone who heard this long roar would not think he was really smiling.

Boom!

The laughter floated in the sky, and the Cang Ying King suddenly jumped up, soaring thousands of feet into the sky, transforming into his true form, and urging his Dharma form.

In an instant, the collision of wind and clouds in the sky triggered thunder, and hurricanes passed through the mountains, causing dust to rise.

"He, what is he going to do?"

Huang Qing'er couldn't help but press down on the 'Yangbing Gourd' she had just retrieved behind her, her expression nervous.

Inviting the gods had almost squeezed out all her mana. At this time, not to mention the Yuanshen great demon, even a demon of the same rank who had refined his supernatural powers would be impossible for her to defeat.

No one answered.

The Confucian Daoist and others looked solemn and were all looking up at the sky.

Screech~~~

In the next instant, only the sound of an eagle's cry was heard in the Mo Long Grotto.

Then, a strong wind rose between the heavens and the earth, and hurricanes like dragons crisscrossed the mountains and fields, eventually merging into one, turning into a huge tornado of unknown hundreds or thousands of feet.

Being swallowed by the Cang Ying King.

This scene was like a giant dragon sucking water, but in this hurricane, it was not water, nor wind.

But it was a group of demons and ghosts of different kinds, all wailing and chirping!

.......

Heaven and earth have four seas and five continents.

The Central Continent is the place where luck gathers, the East Continent is the place where the sun rises, and the West Continent is the place where the sun sets.

Whoosh~~~

The starlight shone down like water, covering the endless瀚海 (han hai, vast sea) with a layer of silver-white gauze.

The high temperature of the day had disappeared, replaced by extreme cold.

The difference between day and night temperature is the highest in the West Continent.

The West Continent is also the only continent without living beings. What exists are countless extremely evil and poisonous creatures nurtured in the瀚海 (han hai, vast sea).

Swish~

A breeze blew, and the yellow sand flowed and rolled like waves.

A group of hideous giant scorpions protruded from the sand waves, staring intently at the high platform standing in the center of the瀚海 (han hai, vast sea) in the far distance, as high as the Milky Way.

The high platform was golden in color, as if it was made of gold, without a trace of impurities.

And on the high platform, a monk was sitting cross-legged amidst the howling wind and sand.

His treasure appearance was solemn, sitting cross-legged, and he looked down as if he was aware of something.

Wherever his gaze reached, the yellow sand of the瀚海 (han hai, vast sea) rolled, just like a sea of yellow sand, roaring at this time, setting off monstrous waves.

Vaguely, you could see the densely packed army of various poisonous insects wrapped in the sand sea.

And in the yellow sand, there were a pair of scarlet eyes as large as mountains.

"Amitabha, good, good..."

Ruyi monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly:

"This poor monk, is going to kill again today..."

Amidst the rolling wind, Ruyi monk's voice floated far away, and it vibrated in all directions like a bronze bell ringing in a temple.

Om~

The high platform vibrated.

On the high platform, which seemed to be made of pure gold, a trace of blood-red mist suddenly appeared. Like a stone falling into a dry well, the red halo rippled out, and a bloody smell seemed to be slowly drifting.

The wind could not blow it away.

The瀚海 (han hai, vast sea) of the West Continent is boundless, without even a single oasis. There may be many natural treasures in the sand sea, but the difficulty of collecting them is too great, and, by far, it is not enough for him to build a Fengshen Platform.

Therefore, for sixty years, Ruyi monk has always been doing one thing.

Killing demons and taking bones to build the Fengshen Platform.

Now, the outline has been formed, only a little bit is missing.

"Including this batch..."

Ruyi monk lowered his eyebrows and muttered to himself:

"It should be almost there..."

Roar~~~

As Ruyi monk muttered to himself, a frenzy was set off in the瀚海 (han hai, vast sea).

Countless poisonous insects overlapped, higher than the sand waves, superimposed hundreds or thousands of feet, like walls, slamming towards the Fengshen Platform.

.......

The starry sky is vast, with stars twinkling in between, and a bright moon is inlaid in the night sky, which is beautiful.

Qingdu City under the night was dark, with only a few lights flickering like beans.

Whoosh~

Qingdu City, above the Fengshen Platform in the Central Continent, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes as if he was aware of something:

"The Fengshen Platform in the West Continent is complete..."

He looked far to the west, paying attention.

He, of course, could not see the Fengshen Platform and Ruyi monk in the distant West Continent, but in his perception, the Fengshen Platform in the Western extremity was like a lighthouse, guiding his divine will.

His path is different from anyone in this world, even Sa Wuling, who inherited his Dao lineage, has noticed something different from himself.

In the Jiu Fu Realm, he condensed a Qi flower. During the sixty years of sitting quietly, his divine flower condensed. Only one of the three flowers was missing to be complete.

But he was not in a hurry to condense the essence Qi flower.

Instead, he is still deducing the 'Qi flower', or rather, the Qi seed.

In his eyes, the Qi of ten thousand Daos in the world are intertwined, and among them, one is in harmony with his aura, which is the Qi of new life.

It is his Qi seed.

Responding to it with mountains and rivers, combining it with the sun, moon and stars, this is his Dao of Yin and Yang Taiji.

Heaven and earth are the great Taiji, and the human body is the small Taiji.

Over the years, he has never stopped interacting with heaven and earth, or rather, he is using the 'Qi seed' to change the earth.

The promotion of the new Dharma, the spread of the Taiji Perception Chapter, and everything else are all aimed at this goal.

During the sixty years, with the promotion of the new Dharma, the various City Gods have transformed into Mountain Gods, Land Gods, and River Gods, and have initially achieved success.

Today, hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers in the Central Continent have all become the foundation for him to carry them, and between his fists and feet, there is a reflection of mountains and rivers.

The land of the Central Continent has already become his Dao field.

And the establishment of the Fengshen Platform is the method for his Qi seed to spread to the world.

It is also the first step for him to change the world.

At this time, with the establishment of the Fengshen Platform in the West Continent, subtle changes have occurred in his body.

"The East corresponds to Jia and Yi wood, the South corresponds to Bing and Ding fire, the West corresponds to Geng and Xin metal, the North corresponds to Ren and Gui water, and the Center corresponds to Wu and Ji earth... the Five Elements correspond to the Five Internal Organs, the Five Gods correspond to the Five Directions...

The West governs metal, which corresponds to the Lung God..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself, his eyes becoming brighter.

He could already faintly feel some changes in heaven and earth after the establishment of the Fengshen Platform.

If he activates it at this time, the place where the Qi seed spreads can instantly spread to the Western extremity along the trajectory in the darkness.

But changes in heaven and earth are extremely likely to attract heavenly punishment!

And at this time, he didn't want to try whether he could use the power of the earth to resist the heavenly punishment that even Gu Changfeng failed to withstand.

He needs to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity when heavenly punishment has no time to pay attention to him.

And this opportunity is coming soon.