On the platform, smoke and clouds were lingering, and black fireworks filled the room, making people unable to see the specific situation inside, but they also know that being in it is not much better than hell.

So when I heard Osho's unrestrained laughter, both me and others thought that this man had won the final victory.

It was precisely because he defeated Zamao Xiaodao that he was so happy that he did not even have the reserve of pretending to be a Buddha.

This is a person with extreme inferiority and pride. At this moment, he enjoyed the joy of victory at will. No one would say anything about him. After all, although the scene he just created almost broke the platform directly and even affected the surroundings, it was still being sealed by the other ruling people, making this just his competition with Zamao Xiaodao after all, and it had nothing to do with others.

However, the sudden bright lightning burst out in the chaotic smoke and clouds, and the thunder floated, and Osho's voice came to an abrupt end.

After more than ten seconds, the thick fog gradually dissipated, revealing a man's figure.

That man was not Osho, but a macaque path.

Although his whole body was pitch black and he looked as embarrassed as he looked, the person standing on the stage was a miscellaneous path, not Osho who cheered and ecstatic.

The man was blasted into coke by the sudden lightning and lightning, and this was not his final outcome.

Zamao Xiaodao made up for a sword without hesitation. The Great Freedom Guan I Buddha, who looked as hard as an immortal golden body, was split in half, and a large part of it disappeared.

Holding the sword, Zamao Xiaodao silently and looked at Osho on the ground seriously.

Because at this time, he was still alive.

The guy with his body split in half was still alive. He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab Zamao Xiaodao, but in the end he was still unable to droop. Half of his head opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Why, why can you survive my Shiva Yin Thunder? Why?"

Zamao Xiaodao squatted down and carefully examined this once extremely powerful opponent.

After a while, he said slowly: "Your Shiva Yin Thunder is indeed very powerful and can even corrupt people's souls. However, in terms of thunder, the most masculine thunder is still the most masculine, and it is also incompatible with it. I happen to have some thunder methods that are extremely yang and strong."

ah?

When I heard the words of Zamao Xiaodao, I couldn't help but be stunned.

I could hear the meaning of Zamao Xiaodao's words. Did he use the Divine Sword Thunder-induced Technique just now and then break the opponent's Yin thunder and golden body?

However, the Divine Sword Thunder-induced Technique requires a long prelude. Even when you are very skilled, putting aside the red tape, it always takes time. At that moment just now, how did he do it?

And the lightning did not fall from the sky?

I looked confused, but I also knew that Zamao Xiaodao's victory did not lie in the magic sword thunder-induced technique, or anything else, but in his heart.

His realm is much higher than this old Indian liar who calls himself "Buddha", and he can always look at the problem from a higher level.

This difference may not be important in the eyes of ordinary people, but when the masters fight, the winner is only between the front line.

So from the beginning, Zamao Xiaodao was already full of confidence and felt that he had won.

He didn't even sacrifice the river map and Luoshu.

When Osho heard Zamao Xiaodao's words, he was stunned at first, and then shouted angrily: "I don't agree, I don't agree, why is this happening?"

He roared hard, but used all his last strength in his life. Suddenly, a stream of white smoke emerged from his body, turned into a ray of light, and was sucked away by a whirlpool in the sky.

At this time, Osho finally died and no longer heard.

ah

Zamao Xiaodao raised his left hand, pinched it into the shape of a fist, and shouted loudly: "Can I do it?"

He was questioning whether he was qualified to take over Osho and become a new generation of rulings.

No one answered him.

Zamao Xiaodao stretched out his feet, stepped on Osho's head, and then shouted loudly again: "Can I do it?"

At this time, the cloud platform farthest from us suddenly became clear, the clouds dissipated, revealing an old Western man with messy hair. He was wearing a gray-brown slutty shirt, holding a thick parchment book in his hand, and there seemed to be a blue halo on his head.

The old Western man held the book and said, "He is much better than Oshu. It's not about his cultivation, but here."

He pointed to his heart and said slowly.

Another cloud platform was revealed, and someone said, "Agree, I would rather be companions with such a person than Oshu who is dedicated to leaving the evil heretics, who is arrogant and arrogant, and has no grace at all."

The thick fog that enveloped the gimbal gradually dissipated at this time, and people kept saying a word and expressing their opinions.

Some people think that Zamao Xiaodao is indeed capable and qualified to be their kind, but some people object.

She thought Zamao Xiaodao was taking advantage of the situation and did not show convincing strength.

Such people are still a little worse than their expectations.

These people include men and women, old and young, Chinese, foreigners, and even strange things. However, those with only three or two were deliberately concealed most of the appearance, making people guess based on a little outline.

For a moment, the scene was in a mess, and finally, the old man with messy hair appeared first patted the parchment book in his hand and said, "Okay, I know everyone's decision."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the surroundings immediately became calm.

Obviously, even if this person is not the leader of the ruling person, he is one of the most prestigious ones.

When the surroundings fell into peace, the old man looked at the scattered path in the field and said, "We recognize your strength, but before that, you have to make a decision."

Zamao Xiaodao said, "What decision?"

The old man pointed to us and said that besides you, there are two people who want to challenge the ruling person and replace him. Now there is a choice that requires you to do. They can challenge you who just replaced Oshu, win a ruling person from among the strong, and you can also go beyond you and challenge any of us. We who are named to the name will not reject this honor.

Well

When I heard this, almost everyone looked at Qu Pangsan and me, and I felt a pain.

We just wanted to come in and join in the fun and make a bottle of soy sauce. We never thought of challenging and becoming the ruling person in the Tianluo Secret Realm.

We just wanted to watch Zamao Xiaodao fight with people so that something would happen, but we were still confused.

At this moment, Zamao Xiaodao's challenge was successful, so we two naturally would not try again.

As for the reason, this is very simple, Osho, who was rejected by a group of ruling people, was so powerful that Zamao Xiaodao almost fell into trouble. How strong the other ruling people are can be imagined with their thighs.

We really have to practice the previous jokes now, it’s like an egg hitting a stone.

Seeing Qu Pangsan and I had a bit of aches, Zamao Xiaodao said no, we have to make the third choice.

ah?

The old man said with a smile: "What is the third choice?"

Qu Pangsan stepped on my feet calmly, and I understood it and raised my hand and said, "The third choice is that we voluntarily give up the challenge!"

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said that you had experienced many obstacles, passed three levels, and finally arrived at Zhuri Tower. Isn't it a pity to give up like this? You should know that many people have been struggling in the Tianluo Secret Realm for many years, but have never met them.

I quickly waved my hand and said no, let's give up, let's leave this opportunity for future generations.

The old man laughed, then looked at the other people and said, "What do you think?"

Seeing the fierce battle just now, the people of the ruling were overwhelmed and were a little excited. Some even yawned and said, "Okay, then that's it, and let's settle him."

After I was dealt with with Qu Pangsan, the ruling people on the cloud platform turned around and were about to leave. At this time, Zamao Xiaodao hurriedly said, "Hey, wait."

He spoke a little slowly, some people had disappeared, and more than half of them were left on the gimbal. He looked at him in confusion and said, "What's wrong?"

Zamao Xiaodao said that's it?

The old man who spoke before laughed and said, "Otherwise, what else can you do?" There will naturally be someone to come to you later. We are the ruling people, not the waiter, and we have no obligation to help you understand all this. This requires you to observe and learn slowly.

Zamao Xiaodao said no, I just said that the main purpose of my coming here is to find a friend of mine.

The old man said it was the Lu Zuo you mentioned?

Zamao Xiaodao nodded and said right.

The old man stretched his waist and said, "This, when you become the real ruling person, you will know it naturally."

Zamao Xiaodao was stunned and said, "It's true that I'm not the real ruling person yet?"

While speaking, the rest of the people were scattered and were still waiting for the people on the cloud. Apart from Qu Pangsan and me with a confused look on their faces, there was only the old man who talked to him. The old man with Einstein's hair was also a little impatient, saying, "You are not, you need to quit the fast for three days to cultivate your body and mind, and then wait to go to the Spirit Hall to gain the recognition of the ancestors, so that you can become the ruling person."

After saying that, he disappeared out of thin air.

ah?

What the hell?
Chapter completed!