Wang Po is very crazy. When his madness reaches the fourth level, he dares to enter the demon realm alone.
He also had the arrogance to go up to the snow-capped mountains at the fourth level and slaughter thousands of monsters, which almost caused the Yellow Eyebrow Lord to almost die.
But at this moment, when he looked at the King of Demon King holding the sword and standing respectfully behind Li Xiang, and looked at the King of Qingluan prostrate at Li Xiang's feet, his heart was still deeply shocked.
Level five represents the highest known combat power.
The fifth-level monster is called the Great King, a powerful being who controls the life and death of thousands of monsters.
But at this moment, one of the two demon kings became Li Xiang's servant, and the other became Li Xiang's mount.
This was beyond Wang Po's knowledge.
Since entering the ancestral era, the monster beasts and the Kyushu human race have been as strong as fire and water. There are very few monster beasts that have been tamed, and most of them are low-level monster beasts of the first and second levels.
As for the domesticated third-level demon king, they are rare.
The fourth-level demon emperors are already the overlords of one side. With their powerful power, they will never be enslaved by the human race.
As for the fifth-level kings, they were terrifying existences that could compete with the war gods of the country. Wang Po really couldn't connect them with the words "boy" and "mount".
Looking at the scene in front of him, Wang Po even felt a sense of absurdity.
"Did you fall under an illusion?"
Wang Po used his military force to attach himself to the spiritual mind and probed in all directions, but found nothing strange.
After a moment, he suddenly froze and turned around to look east.
There was a Buddha, walking slowly.
Li Xiang came to Wang Po's side at some unknown time and frowned slightly.
The demon held the sword and stood behind him, looking ahead with some vigilance.
Li Xiang felt the fear of these two big monsters, frowned, and turned to look at Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji failed to notice the existence of the Buddha, but when he saw Wang Po's appearance as if facing a powerful enemy, he knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly flew behind Li Xiang.
He subconsciously glanced at Li Xiang and found that he didn't change his expression, so he became less nervous.
After a while, I saw a Buddha walking slowly on the vast land, one lotus at a time. Wherever he passed, the land burned by Lord Bi Fang sprouted flowers, plants and trees at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Turn a barren land into an oasis.
There are hares hopping around, elk bowing their heads to drink water, and butterflies flying among the flowers and plants. The place is full of life.
Such magical power made Zhao Wuji feel in a trance for a while.
"Is it an illusion?"
Zhao Wuji subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness to investigate, but found that the flowers, plants, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects were all living creatures, not phantoms.
When his spiritual consciousness explored the Buddha, he did not find any fluctuations in spiritual energy.
What's even weirder is that I don't even feel my heartbeat.
Zhao Wuji frowned.
Wang Po next to him snorted coldly and slashed out with his sword.
The sword energy moved vertically and horizontally, tearing a crack in space.
The surrounding flowers, plants, trees, fish, insects, birds, and beasts, and even the heaven and earth in this area are like flowing water, being drawn into the cracks in space.
The light and shadow around him twisted and changed, and Zhao Wuji was sucked into the crack in space. He was horrified and subconsciously looked at Li Xiang and Wang Po.
But he found that the two of them were standing there, motionless.
Zhao Wuji didn't understand what was happening. He was horrified and wanted to call for help. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, the blurred colors and shadows in his eyes disappeared. The sky was still the same gloomy sky, and the earth was still the same desolate land burned by Lord Bifang's flames.
But the Buddha was still walking slowly towards this side, one lotus at a time, turning everything he passed into an oasis.
The oasis spread and grew, quickly covering the earth.
In front of the three people, a Bodhi tree broke out of the ground and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a moment, the pavilion is as tall as a canopy.
The Buddha didn't know when he was standing under the Bodhi tree.
The sunlight passes through the gaps between the branches and leaves, beams of it slanting down, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Sakyamuni's eyes swept across the three people, and finally fell on Li Xiang. He clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Siddhartha Gautama of India, I have met my predecessor."
Li Xiang was surprised, but there was no expression on his face.
Gautama Siddhartha was the founder of the Tianzhu Buddhist sect. To show respect, later generations of believers did not call him by his first name, but instead called him Sakyamuni.
However, if the other party is Gautama Buddha who has returned to his ancestors, logically speaking, he should not call himself Siddhartha Gautama.
Why did he call me senior?
And so far, there is no information that any returnee from Tianzhu has entered Kyushu. It is impossible for an intruder with a fifth-level combat power or even higher to escape the surveillance of the War Temple.
So, who is this guy in front of me who calls himself Siddhartha Gautama?
Li Xiang's mind was spinning rapidly.
Wang Po on the side narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously clenched the knife in his hand.
There is no spiritual energy fluctuation in the opponent's body, but there is a majestic power.
He had also seen this kind of power in the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in Li Xiang's Netherworld.
However, if the power contained in Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is a small stream, then the power contained in the Buddha in front of you is a surging river.
This is no longer a fifth-level power.
"Sixth level atavism?"
As soon as this idea appeared, Wang Po remembered something, and a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Sakyamuni turned to look at Wang Po and said calmly: "I am not a return to my ancestors."
Wang Po was startled and became wary.
Sakyamuni also said: "Those who become Buddhas can cultivate the six great supernatural powers and use the "other mind power" to know what all sentient beings are thinking."
Ignoring Wang Po's fear of facing a formidable enemy, Sakyamuni turned to look at Zhao Wuji again, used his "clairvoyance", and saw the crystal hidden in the opponent's body. He asked with great interest: "Is this the godhead? It really is.
It’s a wonderful thing, but while it gives you power, it also brings shackles.”
He was silent for a moment and then said: "If you are willing to let go of your desires and believe in me, I can break this shackles for you."
Before Zhao Wuji could answer.
Sakyamuni was suddenly startled.
Because a hand suddenly pressed on his head and touched him.
Li Xiang stared at the circle of buns on Sakyamuni's head, felt the touch in his hands, and said, "Your head would look better if it was shaved."
Sakyamuni was slightly startled. The bun on his head was the last of the thirty-two signs of becoming a Buddha. It is called the bun on top of his head, also called the top of the head without seeing.
And shaving off all your hair and becoming bald is something only believers do.
However, these are not important.
The important thing is that his head was touched.
This move was very frivolous and even insulting.
Even in the long river of time, Senior Brother Tathagata did not make such an action towards him.
In the eyes of Sakyamuni, countless stars perished and turned into dust in the universe, and countless stars were born from these dusts.
After a while, he still stood there, with thoughts flying around in his mind, and some of them were unable to react.
The sun was shining, and a bodhi leaf slowly fell from the bodhi tree.
The fallen leaves flew around and suddenly broke into two pieces. The fracture was smooth and smooth, as if it had been cut by a knife.
One leaf, one world.
The vibrant world just now was not an illusion, but the real world that existed in the bodhi leaves.
However, it was split open by Wang Po with his sword.
At this time, everyone was in another world of Bodhi leaves.
In the eyes of Sakyamuni, the bodhi leaves that were broken in half and flying and falling were reflected, and he finally calmed down his thousands of thoughts.
At this time, an idea appeared in his mind: slap the person in front of him with a palm and send him to the Buddhist Kingdom.
But he didn't.
Because I dare not.
As time went by, he guessed that there was an ancient great master in the world of Kyushu who had escaped countless catastrophes and survived to this day.
When he followed the tributaries of the Long River of Time and came to the plane world of Kyushu, he discovered a purple energy.
Following the purple energy, I found this place and saw Li Xiang.
I saw with my own eyes that the purple energy turned into a high platform, and Li Xiang stood on the high platform to consecrate himself to the gods.
It can be called the god of the immortal world, and it can unify the souls of the Nine Netherworlds. Even in Tianzhu, only two or three creation gods can do this.
Therefore, as soon as Sakyamuni arrived, he respectfully saluted Li Xiang and called him "Senior."
At this moment, Li Xiang's hand was pressed on his head.
