Taoist Yuanyue was stunned when Bai Long scolded him.
He is the ninth turn of the saint!
He is the fourth disciple of Patriarch Kunpeng, Taoist Yuanyue!
A little quasi-sage from the lower realm dares to talk to him like this?
"How presumptuous! Evil dragon, I will make sure you never come back today!"
When the saint is angry, there is no light in the world.
The strong wind swept through the entire Lingshan Mountain, and the sand and stones hit the barrier of Amitabha, making a crackling sound.
Taoist Yuanyue raised his palm and went straight to Bailong's head to slap it.
However, Bailong still had his hands behind his back and did not move.
When Taoist Yuanyue took action, Amitabha did not stop him.
Just in time, I can borrow my junior brother's hand to kill this evil dragon.
When the time comes, if Empress Nuwa or Patriarch Hongjun pursues the case, it won't be him who killed him. It has nothing to do with him. They can just punish Yuanyue.
However, Bailong's behavior made Amitabha confused.
Bailong clasped his hands behind his back, raised the corners of his mouth with disdain on his face.
"Ninth turn of the saint? Humph, you're just an ant. If you can kill me, that's your skill! If you can't kill me, I'm not done with you!"
snort!
Taoist Yuanyue's eyes were cold.
"Nie Long, this is my Vajra Palm. With this palm, not to mention the fourth quasi-sage, even the saint will not be able to escape the bad luck. Aren't you going to escape?"
"You little weakling, there's no need to run away."
Bailong still refused to dodge.
Taoist Yuanyue was getting closer and closer to Bailong. In the blink of an eye, there was only one meter left.
At this distance, why doesn't Bailong dodge?
Taoist Yuan Yue frowned warily.
But the next second, Taoist Yuan Yue lowered his guard.
Amitabha Saint's barrier has sealed the spiritual mountain, preventing outsiders from entering. There is also a silence circle, and the dragon cannot release spells. Even if Bailong has some sneak attack plan, how can a little quasi-sage defeat him?
At this point, he will undoubtedly die.
Rumble!
There was a loud noise and the sky collapsed.
Except for the Main Hall, cracks appeared on the walls of the newly built buildings in Lingshan.
It can be seen how terrifying Taoist Yuanyue's palm is.
Bailong's immortal golden body and soul were also beaten into a pulp by Taoist Yuanyue.
Hahaha!
Ah ha ha ha ha!
Taoist Yuan Yue laughed loudly and said: "Elder brother said you are so difficult to deal with, but it's nothing more than that. Under my hands, it's just a slap."
oh?
The two hundred thousand monks in Lingshan all stared wide-eyed.
Bailong, can he really die?
Amitabha rubbed his eyes and stared at the piece of meat on the ground.
Bailong is really dead, really dead!
Hahaha, ahhahahaha!
"Nielong, you may have encountered trouble this time. There are always people who are not afraid of anything! Don't think that I can't deal with you. I consider the relationship between Buddhism and Taoism, so I didn't kill you! Today, your fate should be like this! I
The Western Heaven is once again glorious!"
Amitabha laughed heartily, and the wrinkles on his face spread.
"No, no! Master, look!"
The ancient Buddha on the burning lamp stepped forward and interrupted Amitabha's laughter.
Amitabha turned around and looked.
Um?
All I saw was a ball of minced meat on the ground, which suddenly disappeared...
Taoist Yuan Yue also looked confused.
How come the body of the white dragon that was shot to death disappeared?
However, this is the moment.
Starlight appeared in the wind, and after a moment they gathered together, and the white dragon was reborn again!
at the same time.
Bailong received a reminder that the mission was completed.
Ding!
[Complete the mission: Resurrection from the dead]
[Reward: Thirty thousand merits,
DOTA puppet electric soul x10, each one has the perfect cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian]
At this time, Bailong also felt that the Qiankun Pot had absorbed 3,000 grievances from Taoist Yuanyue and 1,000 grievances from Amitabha.
Moreover, after absorbing 300,000 points of the shock emotion of the powerful Heavenly Power, the Qiankun Pot automatically turned into 800 resentment points.
At this time, there were already 6989 resentments in the Qiankun Pot.
Kill two birds with one stone, perfect!
Um!
Bailong nodded with satisfaction.
Before, Bailong was worried about how to complete this task.
Back from the dead!
The system only gave him twenty-four hours, otherwise it would destroy his soul.
Death is easy to say.
It’s okay to self-destruct your soul, and it’s okay to come to the West and get killed in a fight.
But at that time, Bailong only had 2.13 million merit in his backpack.
Even if the Tang Dynasty worshiped others the most, it would not be able to collect five million merits in twenty-four hours to purchase the Resurrection Armor.
Bailong plans to come to Lingshan to arrest people, and do live broadcasts on the way, delaying for some time, absorbing the worship of people and immortals, gods, and accumulating merit, so that he can complete this task.
Who knew fate could be so good.
Amitabha Buddha equipped 200,000 people in Lingshan Mountain and 100,000 powerful beings in the outer world with mobile phones, allowing them to earn seven to eight billion in merit at once.
What's wrong with this?
Resurrection A, if you want to buy it at this time, you can be willful if you have money.
Moreover, Bailong came up with a special move.
No matter how holy you are, there will be no one you won’t be afraid of when you see him!
Invincible, start with money!
"Is this all you have? You're the only one who has the nerve to be called a saint. I didn't expect you couldn't even knock off a hair on my head!"
Um?
"Resurrection from the dead, what kind of skill is this?"
Bailong jumped forward, raised his hand and hit Taoist Yuanyue in the face.
"You can't beat me at all, and I'm too lazy to kill you. I just want Taoist Xuanchao to hand him over!"
Ding!
Qiankun Pot, absorbs resentment x100
Taoist Yuan Yue covered his face and looked at Bai Long in disbelief.
He didn't expect that Bailong would dare to hit him in the face!
He broke into Lingshan alone and dared to slap him in the face in front of hundreds of thousands of powerful beings from the outer world!
"Evil dragon! You are really looking for death!"
After saying that, Taoist Yuanyue raised his hand and pinched Bailong's neck.
With a thought, Bailong purchased a piece of resurrection armor, and his mana suddenly increased sharply.
Damn it!
"What do you want to do?"
Taoist Yuan Yue felt something bad and suddenly let go of his hand, with a look of panic on his face.
However, Bailong turned over, turned behind Taoist Yuanyue, and hugged him.
"Oh my God! Let go! Let go, let go!"
Taoist Yuan Yue's face was full of fear. He reached out and grabbed Bai Long's hair and pulled it hard.
Bai Long clasped his hands tightly, his mana still rising sharply.
"Nielong, you are crazy. The most you can do is to injure me if you explode your soul. You will die..."
boom!
There was a loud noise, and a huge mushroom cloud rose from Lingshan.
The quasi-sage's fifth turn self-destructed his soul, and the air wave instantly swept through the entire Lingshan Mountain.
Tens of thousands of buildings that had just been built suddenly collapsed, and the Main Hall was crumbling.
Fortunately, all the 200,000 monks in Lingshan flew up immediately, otherwise, this air wave would have turned them into scum!
Taoist Yuanyue was lying on the ground, coughing up blood.
However, Bailong appeared in the wind again, with a smile still hanging on his lips.
"Are you convinced?"
Well?
Taoist Yuanyue retreated continuously.
What is this evil dragon?
How can the self-destructed soul be resurrected? What kind of trick is this?
Explode a few more times, let alone the ninth turn of the saint, God
Even Tao can't bear it!
"Don't come here, don't come here!"
Bailong put his hands behind his back and walked forward step by step. He asked in a low voice: "This is my special move. I wonder if you accept it!"
Well?
Taoist Yuanyue didn't want to be convinced.
He has brought so many masters, disciples, children and grandchildren from the Arctic Palace. If he convinces the quasi-sage from the lower realm, how can he still hang out in the Arctic Palace in the future?
Does he, a saint, have no face?
However, this is the moment.
Bai Long ran towards Taoist Yuanyue fiercely!
Oh my god!
Taoist Yuan Yue panicked, really panicked, and screamed like a pig: "Don't come over here! Senior brother, save me!" This chapter has been completed!