Bailong hugged Amitabha, how could he let go easily?
With so many people in the Three Realms watching, doesn’t he want to lose face?
Xitian sent people to openly ambush him and kidnap his wives. Didn't he want to lose face?
The Jade Emperor was watching from the sky. Moreover, he blew himself up three times and lost fifteen million merits.
Although there are more than 700 million merits left, these are the merits Amitabha occasionally obtained by buying mobile phones for people in the West.
However, he cannot make a loss-making transaction!
"Jie Yin, there's no way I'm going to let you go. With three hundred and fifty tons of merit water and twenty million merits, our matter is over. I'll give you two seconds to think about it!"
Very meow!
Amitabha pulled Bailong's hair hard.
He doesn’t want to give it!
There are so many people watching in the Western Heaven, the North Pole Palace in the Western Heaven, and hundreds of thousands of powerful beings in the Western Heaven are also watching.
He is a nine-turn saint, doesn't he have no face?
However, Amitabha is really useless.
The White Dragon is so terrifying. Who wouldn’t be afraid of this life-threatening style of play?
Woohoo!
Amitabha Buddha raised his head and looked at the sky.
He tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart and didn't want tears to come out of his eyes.
One hundred thousand powerful beings from the outer heavens have just donated their merits and condensed them into the Eight Treasures Merit Pool.
Three million tons, then six-tenths of it will be lost!
Damn, the price has increased again!
I just caused harm to all the monks in Lingshan and made a lot of merit. Now I have to pay 20 million in merit?
"Great Heavenly Lord, Ao Run, take a look at this evil dragon, is it true? He doesn't care about his own image like this, yet he can still take over the position of the four emperors in the West after Empress Hou Tu? This is a scoundrel!"
"one!"
Oh my god!
Amitabha was helpless, really helpless.
His silence spell has been sprinkled on Bai Long's body. Logically speaking, Bai Long cannot self-destruct his soul at this time, and any spell cannot be released.
Amitabha took a gamble and tore Bailong's hair hard.
The pain was simply indescribable.
Fortunately, Bailong has an immortal golden body, otherwise, his scalp would be pulled off.
"Nie Long, I am an ancient saint. Even your father-in-law, the Jade Emperor, would not dare to treat me like this! You have horns on your head. Aren't you afraid of completely becoming enemies with Xi Tian? You have to think carefully. I have silenced you now.
It’s impossible for you to self-destruct with magic! Even if you can be resurrected infinitely, I don’t believe there are no times!”
snort!
Bailong gritted his teeth and did not reply.
Amitabha's guess is right. There are unlimited resurrections. You need to buy a resurrection armor.
But Amitabha also guessed wrong. This time his system was upgraded and his self-exploding soul could ignore silence.
Moreover, didn’t he and Xi Tian completely become enemies?
Even if he compromises this time, Amitabha will not let him go.
He is plotting against himself endlessly, and the soul in his body is not the soul of Jieyin, but the good corpse of the Demon Ancestor Luohou.
This, he himself is not aware of now.
Moreover, no one in the Three Realms knows about it except him.
Including the evil corpse of Demon Ancestor Luohou wandering around the sky, the corpse-carrying corpse, and the Changlion who borrowed corpses and resurrected them in Caiyun City, all were unknown.
How could Bailong not remember what he had experienced once?
But now Bailong cannot kill Amitabha.
When Luohu's good corpse comes out, Bailong does not have 100% power to deal with the demon ancestor Luohu's good corpse. If he escapes, big trouble will happen, and everyone present may be deceived.
The only way is to kill Luo Hou's weakest soul first, so that Demon Ancestor Luo Hou cannot gather the power of his heyday, and then kill the evil corpse and the evil corpse. When the gate of heaven is damaged, he will go from weak to strong, and finally kill the good corpse.
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But even if he can't kill him, Bailong still wants to scare him so that he doesn't dare to get angry again during this period!
With whom?
"Do you think that by silencing me, I won't be able to blow myself up? Since you are so stubborn, I, the Emperor, will teach you how to behave!"
Suddenly, the mana in Bailong's body surged.
Oh my god!
Amitabha swallowed hard.
"How is that possible! Why can you still self-destruct when you have been silenced?"
Amitabha could feel that the magic in Bailong's body was getting stronger and stronger at this time.
This is the precursor to self-destruction of the soul.
The quasi-sage at the fifth level will self-destruct his soul. Although his saint at the ninth level will not be killed, he will be seriously injured!
If Ran Deng suddenly attacks him while he is injured, he will really be doomed!
Amitabha knows this well.
He used to rule the Western Heaven too violently, and 200,000 monks had objections to him. It was thought that Patriarch Bodhi was attacked by 200,000 monks and his golden body was shattered.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it!
However, there are hundreds of thousands of powerful beings in the sky...
However, as soon as he thought of these helpers, Amitabha swallowed the thought back.
He betrayed Xuan Chao and deliberately took the blame on him.
The One Hundred Thousand Powers of Heaven and Beyond have already developed objections to him and are probably not able to help him.
This embarrassing thing needs some time to settle before it can be put behind us.
Woohoo!
Why is it so difficult!
BOOM~
However, that's it!
There was a loud noise, a mushroom cloud rose up, the Great Leiyin Temple burst into flames, and the dilapidated ruins were blown into dust!
Amitabha Buddha was lying on the ground with blood spurting from his mouth and nose.
The white dragon condensed his golden body in the wind, bought a new piece of resurrection armor, stretched his body, and hugged Amitabha once again.
"Jie Yin, if I blow up again, the merit of compensation will be 25 million!"
Evil dragon! Evil dragon!
Amitabha gnashed his teeth.
But he couldn't let Bai Long blow himself up again. If he did it again, his golden body would be shattered.
"Nielong, I'll apologize!"
Woohoo!
The two hundred thousand monks in Lingshan closed their eyes helplessly.
can not breath!
Very meow!
You say that you can't control others, but you still want to make a few gestures. Why is this?
Three hundred and fifty tons of merit water and 20 million merits, their share has been delayed for a long time.
They simply don't understand the leader's brain circuit.
snort!
Bailong slowly let go of Amitabha and sneered: "Wouldn't it be better if you softened up earlier? Why don't you give me a little kiss? Hurry up!"
well…
Amitabha shook his head helplessly.
Now the only option is to compromise first, and then work non-stop day and night to find a way to deal with Bailong, while also studying how to achieve resurrection.
Amitabha waved his hand and threw out 350 tons of merit water.
I was in a hurry at that time and didn't install the gourd.
The 200,000 monks in Lingshan gulped down the water that floated in the air.
I like it, I really like it!
The dog leader can't even afford his salary, so he still has the leisure to offend Bai Long!
This Western Heaven, when can they leave?
Woohoo!
Bailong waved his hand, and 350 tons of merit and divine water were put into the Qiankun Pot.
Amitabha became even more curious.
"Nie Long, where did you receive this fairy water?"
Bailong raised his hand and slapped Amitabha on the face.
"Do you care? Twenty million merits, give it quickly!"
Creak, creak, creak!
Amitabha Buddha was clenched tightly in his fists.
He really wanted to shoot Bailong to death.
Don't say anything, just do some research.
How does White Dragon achieve infinite resurrection?
Amitabha Buddha waved his hand and released twenty million merits.
"Nie Long! Now that we have the things, the people with you should get out of here!" This chapter has been completed!