The broken skeletons have gone away, and many monks from the Western Land are still silent in shock.
Mr. Xu kept coughing up blood, his body trembled, and he was about to fall down at any time. Marshal Li was holding him.
"Ge Lao, what should I do? Do I still need to continue to destroy the Western Land?"
Marshal Li, the immortal, had experienced countless difficulties and obstacles, but at this moment, his heart was also cold and he spoke in a quiet voice, without the supreme spirit of an immortal.
There is no way. Compared with the mysterious skeleton, they are all characters like ants and can be killed at will. This situation is terrible.
"Ahem, it's a hell. How come there are so many terrifying figures in this small plane in Tianyuan Continent! If you can't continue like this, it's not a way to fight hard. Our losses are too great. Next, we have to change our strategy. It's best to be able to integrate into this plane, and then send elite troops to hit and kill masters and geniuses."
Mr. Xu coughed a few times, then spit out a large area of blood, but his eyes were luminous.
"Yes, this is a solution. It seems that we had thought it was simple before. We originally thought that a small plane in the Tianyuan Continent would be enough to push it across the road, but we didn't expect that there were so many secrets hidden in this world."
Marshal Li's eyes lit up and he suddenly thought of the key to the problem.
"Call everyone, retreat, Xitu can't hit anymore. The skeleton is so terrifying. I was almost killed by him with a palm just now. No one knows what this mysterious existence is. If we anger him, it will be really beyond help."
When Mr. Xu thought of the skeleton, he felt scared and immediately ordered to retreat.
The remaining monks in the Ziwei World retreated and soon left the Western Land, leaving behind broken temples. The Buddha's light was dim and the wind was cold and rainy.
In this battle, the monks of the Western Land Buddhists suffered heavy losses, especially when Xu Ge Lao killed them, hundreds of the old monks who transformed the gods were killed. This caused the power of the Western Land Buddhists to decline suddenly. Even if they still have a foundation, there would not be much left.
"Amitabha! This is a disaster, a disaster in my Buddhist sect, a disaster in the Tianyuan Continent."
An immortal old monk walked step by step on the broken Western land, with Buddha's name in his mouth and his face was extremely sad.
In the Dalun Temple, the little Zen king sat in Diga, with Buddha light shining all over his body, his face was golden, like a golden god. He spoke the truth, there was thunder in his body, blood was rushing, magic power was flowing, and the Tao was condensed, his hands were white as jade, and sometimes they flashed colorful divine light.
He had really walked through life and death just now, which was too important for the training of his mind. He stimulated the potential in his body. He felt that countless Buddhist scriptures were flowing in his heart, the light of wisdom shone on the divine court, and the soul was like the Buddha. His cultivation was improving, his body became stronger, his magic power became deeper, and his Tao was thicker and dense.
"Sure enough, only by walking out of the disaster can you understand the more profound Buddhist teachings. My little Zen king is talented. As long as I don't die, I will definitely go all the way to Qingyun. Now I will completely improve my cultivation and advance to the mid-stage level of the God Transformation! Wang Qian, you are the strongest opponent in my life, extremely mysterious. I wonder how far you have reached now?"
He roared in his heart, but the face of the little Chan King became more peaceful and peaceful, like an old Buddha sitting in meditation.
Wang Qian is now in the Jade Emperor Sect's mountain gate, constantly practicing, tempering his body, polishing the Taoist rules. After the fierce battle, he swallowed a large amount of cultivator essence. Now these energy, essence and energy are gradually being refined by him into his own things, and his accumulation is getting deeper. Once he breaks through, he will be shocked. However, he is still in the early stage of the God Transformation. He does not rush to break through, but suppresses his cultivation with his powerful soul and soul power.