The young monk heard the girl's words and laughed disdainfully.
"Ha... you are a slave of strength... Senior sister, whatever you say, there is no one in this world who is worthy of being my opponent."
He stretched out his hand, pointed at the throne that was rising and falling in endless chaos, tens of thousands of miles away from him, and said with a smile:
"Senior sister, look over there. That is the throne where Daozu sat before his death. Didn't you say that I am a demon? Next, I will sit on that position and let you see a person who is worshiped by all the heavens and all the worlds. The devil!"
Hearing this, the girl in green clothes opened her eyelids again.
She turned her head, widened her eyes, and tried hard to look in the direction the young monk was pointing, but found that she could not see anything clearly except the endless chaos that filled the air.
Seeing this, the young monk suddenly slapped his forehead hard and said in an exaggerated tone of surprise:
"Oh oh oh... I'm sorry, senior sister, I forgot that since you plundered your spiritual roots, your strength has been stagnant in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm."
"With your cultivation, you can't see it from such a long distance, but it doesn't matter... I'll take you there!"
When he said this, his expression suddenly showed a hint of hostility:
"Sister, after you see me coming to this world with your own eyes, I will kill you and completely end the cause and effect between you and me."
"Don't you often say that if I act like this, I will be repaid sooner or later... But now that I am in this position, who in the world can give me this so-called retribution?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
The young monk laughed wildly and waved his hand, summoning a water chain out of thin air and wrapping it around the girl's body.
"Senior sister, do you still remember this scene? At that time, you also liked to use this trick to take me flying..."
As he spoke, he stepped forward with his right foot.
The distance of tens of thousands of miles seems to be just a short distance away.
In just one step, the young monk crossed what should have been a long distance and came to the edge of the throne. He placed the girl on the pedestal and then walked towards the throne step by step.
When the girl in green saw this scene, her eyes revealed an emotion called sadness.
She seemed to have foreseen that from today on, countless creatures in the heavens and worlds would live in fear forever in the future.
The young monk had already reached the throne and stopped.
He lowered his head and stared carefully at this supreme object that carried the endless years of the ruler of all heavens and worlds.
The throne is not tall. Its height, including the back of the chair, is only half a head higher than the young monk.
It has a rough gray-white color as a whole, and is not gorgeous in appearance, but very simple.
It was as if a craftsman who made a living by carving stones found an ordinary rock on the roadside and carved it casually.
There are even marks on it that have been hacked by knives and axes but have not been polished.
After staring for a long time, the young monk exhaled, turned around, and sat down slowly.
The moment his butt touched the surface of the seat, the endless chaos around him began to surge crazily, as if boiling.
"Eh……"
A heavy sigh sounded faintly in his ears.
The voice that made a sighing sound was extremely old, so old that it was almost rotten, and it sounded weak.
But after the young monk heard this, his expression changed.
Because he knew that except for himself and the girl in green, there were no living beings here.
This kind of old and almost decaying sigh was obviously not the voice of himself and his senior sister.
The young monk's eyes were puzzled, his brows furrowed, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
Could it be that Daozu has not completely fallen yet... No, this sigh is not the voice of Daozu either...
Could it be that there is a fourth living being here that even his current state is not aware of?
Thinking of this possibility, the young monk's heart sank. He raised his head again, looked around with some vigilance, and at the same time shouted:
"Who is it? Get out!"
However, there was no response.
It was as if that sigh had never appeared.
At this time, the young monk suddenly discovered that the expression on the girl in green was very strange.
She looked at herself, her mouth slightly open, and her body seemed to be trembling slightly, as if she had seen something extremely incredible.
Seeing this, the young monk had a bad feeling in his heart.
He lowered his head subconsciously, looked at his body, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.
He discovered that at some point, fine cracks appeared on his immortal body.
This crack is still widening and spreading.
When the young monk saw this scene, he suddenly remembered what the Taoist ancestor had said to him before:
"Most people, the moment they sit on this throne, will turn into ashes because they can't bear the influence of karma."
Thinking of these words, the young monk's expression changed again and again.
He immediately wanted to get up and leave this throne.
However, he discovered to his horror that his body seemed to be bound by an inexplicable force, and he could not even stand up, let alone break away.
And in this short moment, he discovered that the cracks that originally existed only on his body had spread to his limbs.
A small crackling sound came.
Soon, cracks began to appear on the young monk's face.
However, until this moment, he still could not feel any pain, as if these things did not happen to him.
The young monk was sitting on the throne, unable to move. He wanted to use his own methods, but found that the ocean-like power in his body seemed to have completely evaporated and became empty.
He panicked completely and began to struggle desperately.
However, no matter what he did, there was nothing he could do to move his butt away from the throne.
The young monk began to scream in fear.
He tried his best to reach out to the girl in green who was looking at him, and at the same time roared:
"Senior sister...save me!"
However, the girl in green shook her head and showed no intention of stepping forward.
She moved her steps and retreated slowly, with a hint of pleasure in her eyes. At the same time, she opened her lips lightly and responded aloud:
"Although I don't know why this is happening, Jiang Fan, this is your retribution..."
When the young monk heard this, he became extremely corrupt and wanted to curse.
However, at this time, the strange crack had completely eroded his throat.
He tried hard to open his mouth, but all that came out was a weak wind sound similar to hissing.
After a few breaths, fine cracks completely covered the young monk's body.
At the last moment, the young monk seemed to hear that low, old, decaying sigh ringing in his ears again.
"Eh……"
After a crisp cracking sound, his body completely collapsed on the throne.
