Zhuge Buliang squinted his eyes and observed carefully. He found that the golden object above the mountains was actually a Buddhist robe, a cassock commonly used by monks.

That intense golden light was emanating from the mysterious Buddha's robe. It seemed to be suppressed among the mountains, and the golden light it emitted completely blocked a radius of hundreds of miles.

"It's a magical treasure!" Li Kewei said in surprise.

"There must be some powerful creature suppressing this mountain." Zhuge Buliang thought in his mind.

"Is this broken cassock so powerful? Can it suppress the beings in the mountains?" The little monkey scratched his head with a look of disbelief.

At this time, hundreds of cultivators, all leaders of various major sects, had gathered around the mountain. They were all staring at the Buddha's robes and cassocks above the mountain in trance.

Such a sacred treasure is fatal to cultivators. Everyone wants to take this sacred treasure as their own. But they dare not act rashly. Even a fool can see it. This Buddha's robe must be suppressed here.

of fetish.

If the beings in the mountain were alerted, it would probably be a catastrophe.

At this time, a Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe caught Zhuge Buliang's attention. Zhuge Buliang raised his eyebrows: "It's him, that fake Taoist priest, Qingyangzi."

Qingyangzi's appearance has not changed much. He is wearing a Taoist robe and holding a floating dust in his hand. He looks like an immortal Taoist.

Qingyangzi looked at the Buddha's robes above the mountain, wiped his tears, and cried: "My precious cassock."
Chapter completed!