suddenly.
A dozen figures suddenly flew from a distance and blocked their way.
These people are extremely weird. They are divided into two rows. There are seven or eight people on the left, all with bald heads and peaceful faces, with Buddha light shining on their bodies. However, the seven or eight people on the right are full of demonic energy, with violent expressions and deep eyes.
There is a sense of fanatical worship everywhere.
Cultivation.
Astonishingly, they are all in the extraordinary realm!
"Amitabha."
On the left, a monk stepped out and said kindly to the two brothers, "The two donors are destined to be my Buddha. How about cutting off three thousand troubles and returning to the seat of Lord Wuxin Buddha, so as to escape the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible?"
"Grandmaster."
Seeing that the other party was very polite, Yan Qi was also very polite, "I'm sorry, Yan Qi only has horns on his head and no hair. It seems that he has no connection with your Buddhism."
"I have hair."
Master Li quickly expressed his stance, "But I have no chance with you either!"
"It doesn't matter."
The monk smiled and said, "We are destined to meet each other..."
Before he finished speaking, the man on the right immediately stood up, his body filled with demonic aura, and his tone was extremely fanatical, "In that case, why not join us under the throne of the Unintentional Demon Lord, join us in the supreme demonic path, do whatever you want, and be free and at ease!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Unintentional Buddha?
Heartless Demon Lord?
No matter what
Heart?
Before they could react, a dozen people had already lined up their bodies and surrounded them, with a strong tendency to forcibly transform them if they didn't want to.
"Brother!"
"Second brother!"
The two brothers looked at each other and were about to break out of the siege.
Also at this time.
Three more figures fell down, one person, one chicken, and one dog.
Naturally, it is Yuan Zhengyang.
The God-killing Formation was not far from the Yuqing Sect. With his cultivation, he could naturally sense something strange here and rushed over to see what was going on.
"Chicken Lord!"
Saw Chongming.
Yan Qi and Master Li cried with joy.
"roll!"
Yuan Zhengyang looked coldly at this group of weirdos mixed with demons and Buddhas. With his cultivation and temperament, he naturally did not bother to take action against these people and just drank them away.
Hear the words.
A group of people did not dare to stay any longer and retreated one after another.
…
at the same time.
In the Western Desert, on the mountain behind Tianlong Temple, in the God-killing Formation, a young man sat cross-legged.
Take a closer look.
His face was actually divided into two. The left side was solemn and filled with Buddha light, while the right side was full of demonic energy, weird and evil.
The same goes for monk's robes.
Half is as white as snow, and half is as black as ink.
Unintentional!
Waves of chanting sounds came, like Buddha's chants and devilish sounds, mixed together, indescribably weird and evil, and transformed all the wisps of divine power that turned into red mist into Buddhas and devils.
The second breath was absorbed into his body!
"Ants!"
suddenly.
The god's head suddenly opened three eyes, and there was a hint of anger in his cold tone, "Who are you? How dare you disturb my purity!"
The plan for the day failed.
He wanted to continue sleeping and wait for the opportunity to escape, but he didn't expect that Wu Xin came half a month ago.
When you come, recite sutras.
Read the magic sutra and Buddhist sutra together.
He could even transform his divine power for his own use. He didn't care at first, but after listening to it for half a month, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Chapter completed!