With a loud bang, the stone fetus exploded, and golden divine blood flowed all over the ground, wetting the cloud boots under Yang Sanyang's feet.

"Daoguo! Daoguo! If you kill my child, I will be irreconcilable with you! I will be irreconcilable with you! I will be irreconcilable with you in the future! Even at the ends of the earth, I will kill you!" Looking at the broken stone fetus and the golden blood flowing on the ground, Yu Qilin looked desperate and crawled on the ground with his eyes full of death.

Yang Sanyang lowered his head, looked at the golden blood that had wet the cloud boots, and couldn't help but be stunned. Listening to the cursed curse in his ears, a faint look appeared in his eyes: "Today I will let the Qilin tribe go. From today on, your fate has ended, and your kindness has been broken! The cause and effect between my barbarians and Qilin tribe has been written off."

After the words fell, the Xuanhuang Heaven and Earth Pagoda was retracted by it, and the Tai Chi diagram was retracted into its sleeve.

"Swoosh~" Yu Qilin suddenly got up and punched Yang Sanyang in the heart: "Daoguo, I want you to die! I want you to die! I want you to die! I want my son to die."

"Bang~"

Yang Sanyang's chaotic air flowed around him, and instantly bounced the jade qilin away. Looking at the woman's ferocious face and crazy eyes, a ripples rippled in Yang Sanyang's heart, but then he suddenly returned to his calm: "The mistakes of that year have been corrected, and all grudges, love and hatred will end here."

After the words fell, Yang Sanyang turned around and left, disappearing on Mount Buzhou.

"Daoguo, I will not let you go! I will never let you go!" Seeing the distant back, Yu Qilin looked crazy and his voice was filled with heart-wrenching pain.

"Oh~"

A faint sigh appeared, and the Qilin King appeared in the field. Looking at the broken divine fetus, the jade Qilin crawled on the ground with despair, his palm stretched out, and the divine fetus fragments reorganized with the golden blood on the ground, turning into a ball and being taken into his palm: "My son, I'm sorry for you for my father!"

Yu Qilin was silent, but crawled on the ground and cried bitterly, his voice full of despair, and hatred: "Why? Why do you force me? Why do you want to be born in the Qilin clan? Why do you all force me? My child is so innocent, why do you force me! Daoguo, I will not let you go! I will not let you go!"

"After all, children are your seeds, and children are innocent!" Bai Ze fell on Yang Sanyang's neck.

"The child is indeed innocent, but being born in the Qilin clan is a mistake!" Yang Sanyang said with a blank expression: "My Daoyi and I will eventually be broken. This time I spared the Qilin King and the Qilin clan. What should I do if she beg me for the divine fetus next time?"

"You can take that child away and raise it yourself!" Bai Ze sighed.

"There's no time!" Yang Sanyang raised his thin palm: "Born in this world, I have been timid, never lived for myself, and never enjoyed the grudges and freedom! This time, I will definitely kill him to turn the world upside down and kill blood to stain the universe."

Bai Ze was silent when he heard this, riding on Yang Sanyang's head, and his little hoof grabbed his chin, revealing a hint of contemplation.

The sea is vast and mixed into one, the entire world and the universe are a whole.

In the middle of the sea, a Fusom tree was burning and rose into the sky. Seven golden crows bathed and played in the sea, constantly playing and chasing. I don’t know how many sea creatures died in destiny wherever they passed.

The sea is too big, even if the Fusom trees cover the sea for five minutes, the remaining five minutes are still an immeasurable area.

Above the Dragon Palace, countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals were arranged in an array, all looking towards the distance with serious expressions.

In front of the array, an altar is placed

The eighth prince was dressed in black and stood in front of the altar with a serious expression. His eyes looked into the distance, and he remained silent for a long time. The deep breath of anxiety and helplessness in his eyes had already expressed his restlessness.

Suddenly, at some point, the wind and waves were rolling on the sea, and a dark cloud covered the sky and the sun came, and it came to the scene.

The strong wind blew the people's clothes strongly, and countless shrimp soldiers and crabs were falling from place to place.

"Here you come!" The divine light in the Eighth Prince's eyes condensed, revealing a touch of solemnity, and a hint of tension appeared in his pupils. He slowly climbed to the platform, and a fire of incense ignited, inserted it on the platform, and bowed to the altar.

The wind was rolling and thunder was surging. In the endless black wind, a chaotic and hazy figure came.

"Is the one who comes here a great master Taoist fruit?" The eighth prince's body was tall and a touch of solemnity appeared in his eyes.

"Haha, you are so brave. You are much better than those soft-legged shrimps. If you do such a bad thing, you dare to wait for me here!" Yang Sanyang was confused and a hint of murderous intention appeared in his eyes.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

"You are a little slow. I have been waiting again for a long time!" The Eighth Prince stood on the altar and looked at Yang Sanyang calmly. When the matter came, all the tension in his heart was wiped out at this time.

Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back and looked at the Eighth Prince up and down: "I can't see how courage you have to face me, who gave you the confidence!"

"Could you be afraid of death?" Yang Sanyang looked at the eighth prince: "The only way to explain it just now is to understand why you have the courage to slaughter my barbarians, but not afraid that I will kill you later."

"Oh? You are wrong this time! I am not only afraid of death, but also cherish my life. There may be people who are not afraid of death in this world, but they are the few after all, but I am not here!" The Eighth Prince smiled.

"Oh?" Yang Sanyang said in surprise when he heard this, without any murderous intent: "Since you are afraid of death, why are you still waiting for me here? Could it be that you are seeking death on your own initiative?"

"Standing here is not an act of seeking death, but I am sure that you can't kill me!" The eighth prince looked at Yang Sanyang: "Are the great master interested in gamble with me?"

"How to bet?" Yang Sanyang was quite interested, but the murderous intent deep in his eyes became more and more intense.

"I bet, you can't kill me!" said the eighth prince: "If I win by chance, you retreat immediately and will not make things difficult for the sea clan in the future. If I lose, the sea clan will let you slaughter!"

"How?" The eighth prince looked at Yang Sanyang.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" Yang Sanyang calmed down: "However, the bet needs to be changed."

"Master, please tell me?" said the Eighth Prince.

"Whether you win or lose, I will kill this sea clan! If you win, I will give you a way out today, but the lives of those sea clans will be left behind!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm and the Zhuxian Sword slid from his sleeve.

After sweeping over the Sword of Zhuxian, the Eighth Prince's pupils shrank: "I'm too bullying others! Could it be that you bullied me at a young age? I'm not hiding it from you. My sea clan has already defected to the saint. I have set up the altar and asked the saint to come. Today, you can't kill me no matter what!"

"Please respectfully the saint!" The eighth prince saluted respectfully at the incense table.

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this, feeling Amitabha's will in the state of concentration, but the corners of his mouth gradually cracked.

The next moment, the void was twisted, and a young monk wearing white clothes and naked feet slowly walked out of the state of self-control.

"What do you call me?" Saint Amitabha came and looked at the Eighth Prince with his eyes.

"Saint save me! Saint save me the dragon clan!" The eighth prince's legs became weak and he fell to the ground and kowtowed to Amitabha.

Amitabha twisted the rosary, and his heart moved. He planned to help the eighth prince up: "Please get up, I have known all the reasons for the matter. Let me leave the matter here."

When my mind moved, dozens of Bodhi leaves flew out and fell into the hands of the Eighth Prince: "My Bodhi leaves contain a world, and there are several saints behind this fruit, and I am afraid I can't stop it. I will hold this guy for the time being, and you can use this Bodhi leaves to hide all the elites of the sea clan. When the limelight passes, it's not too late to say anything else."

The eighth prince saluted respectfully when he heard this, then jumped and jumped directly into the sea.

After glanced at the sea and feeling the obscure gazes in the void, Amitabha looked at Yang Sanyang: "My friend, we're meeting again."

"The Buddha also wants to block me?" Yang Sanyang looked at Amitabha.

"Oh, why bother? The barbarians have been destroyed, but the dragons still exist. They are under my Buddhist sect. Why don't you sell the monks to save face and resolve this cause and effect?" Amitabha smiled while twisting the rosary.

Yang Sanyang shook his head: "This hatred is irreconcilable. If the Buddha can take out his ability to withdraw my power, he will naturally have no choice but to retreat."

"Good! Good!" Amitabha smiled, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, do you dare to come to my Bodhi leaves to walk?"

The Buddha spread his palms and a Bodhi leaf appeared.

"Dare!" Yang Sanyang's words fell and he jumped into the Bodhi leaves.

The sea was calm, only a Bodhi leaf floated, and a monk in white clothes kept reciting scriptures.

The Sanskrit sound is sung and spreads all over the sea.

Deep in the sea, the Eighth Prince threw his palm, but he saw dozens of Bodhi leaves flying out, floating gently in the void, twisting and turning into portals.

"All the sentient beings of the sea clan listen to my order. The madman from Daoguo is back. You will follow me to enter this world and avoid the limelight. It is not too late to make a comeback in the year!" The eighth prince's voice spread throughout the sea. The next moment, streaming lights rolled up, and the waves were sensational. The overwhelming sea clan army all rushed to Bodhi Leaf spontaneously.

Bodhi Leaf

Yang Sanyang and Bai Ze smiled coldly, and a murderous intent appeared on the corner of Yang Sanyang's mouth: "Since then, I have beaten all the elites of the sea clan and have become Amitabha's believers puppets. They can only provide them with the power of faith, which can be regarded as waste utilization."

"That stupid dragon shot himself in the foot! He would never have thought that Amitabha was your Dharma image!" Bai Ze laughed loudly, his voice full of pride.

Yang Sanyang slowly stood up and put away the Zhuxian Sword: "I only regret that why didn't I completely save the Eighth Prince back then? Otherwise, how could such a mistake happen?"

"Wrong, even if the Eighth Prince didn't take action, there would be other powerful people from the Dragon Clan to take action!" Bai Ze comforted.
Chapter completed!