Shen Lang's eyes raised his eyebrows. When Lu Dong's soul body ten thousand years ago had not been damaged, his strength must be far better than that of now. It is not difficult to understand how to defeat the young man in front of him.

"I dare to ask the master, I don't know where the exile abyss is?"

Shen Lang asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, the young man with a cassock replied without any concealment: "The end of the Pure Land is the Abyss of Exile."

The light of the Shura Holy Pupil in Shen Lang's eyebrows increased, and he peered at the ground at the end of the Pure Land. There was indeed a twisted abyss pit well. It was very likely that the "exile abyss" mentioned by this young man in the robe.

On the right side of the abyss is a colorful space vortex, which looks like the reincarnation tunnel of the Eighteen Prisons.

The space behind the Bodhi tree is blocked by a mysterious forbidden area.

"No matter what, I have to go to the bottom of hell to find my righteous brother's soul and soul. I wonder if there is room for negotiation on this matter?"

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and asked.

The young man with his hands folded and said calmly: "Amitabha, I am just a wisp of the soul and will of this Pure Land, and his instinct is to guard this Pure Land."

"If the donor has no token, please forgive me for not being able to let go."

The young man with cassock said in a deep voice.

Shen Lang frowned and asked, "I don't know what token it is?"

"I have clearly stated before that the exile abyss is the sealed place of the Heavenly Lord of the Reincarnation, and the token is the object left by the Heavenly Lord of the Reincarnation."

The young man in cassock explained without any haste.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang's eyes lit up. He turned his hand to sacrifice the golden mini Guangtian Palace and displayed it in front of the young man with a cassock.

"Master, I wonder if this Heavenly Palace of Reincarnation can be considered a token?"

Shen Lang asked seriously.

The young man with cassock's eyes fixed on the Heavenly Palace of Reincarnation in Shen Lang's hand. After a long time, he slowly said: "The donor turned out to be the chosen one... I have no eyes, so I hope the chosen one will not blame him."

Shen Lang was shocked and asked curiously: "Why did the master recognize his identity at first glance?"

"In the past, the Heavenly Lord left a last word. In the future, the chosen one might visit the Pure Land with a token in his hand."

The young man in cassock explained seriously.

Shen Lang was a little speechless. It would be fine if Asura and Zhang Daoling could predict their actions. Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knew that he would come here, and he, the chosen one, had no privacy at all! Shen Lang was already numb and too lazy to think about this issue.

"Since the master knows the Heavenly Palace of Reincarnation in his hands, please lift the ban and let me enter the bottom of hell."

Shen Lang couldn't wait to say.

Unexpectedly, the young man in the cassock refused directly: "Please forgive me for not letting go."

Shen Lang's face suddenly changed: "Why?

Isn’t this Heavenly Palace of Reincarnation worthy of being a token?”

"It's not so, but in the last words of the Heavenly Lord in the past, there is an order to prohibit the chosen one from entering the Heavenly Prison. I will act on my own order."

The young man in cassock said calmly.

When Shen Lang heard this, he felt incredible and asked in surprise: "I don't know why the Heavenly Lord of the Reincarnation should stop me from acting?"

"I cannot answer the donor. Perhaps it is because there is a deceased spirit who will inevitably harm the chosen one in this heavenly prison of reincarnation!"

The young man with cassock said in a deep voice.

This explanation made Shen Lang unacceptable.

"The master had previously said that he could let go with the token of the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation, but now he suddenly found a reason to change his mind. Is he so capricious? Could it be that he was playing with Shen?"

Shen Lang ran up angry and asked with a gloomy face.

The young man in the cassock said calmly: "I don't mean to play with the donor. The identity of the chosen one is extraordinary after all. I hope the donor will follow the warning of the Heavenly Lord of Reincarnation. Don't take another step forward!"

"Hmph, I said I couldn't let it go, why waste my time?

Since you insist on stopping me, I want to see what your bald donkey has!”

Shen Lang was furious, and the Shura Holy Pupil on his eyebrows suddenly released the stormy blood light, and rushed towards the young man robed on the golden lotus platform with lightning speed.

"Amitabha!"

The young man with his hands folded together and silently recited the sound of the Buddhist scriptures. A huge purple-gold dark dragon appeared behind him.

The dark blue light fire was burning around the shadow of the dark dragon, his hideous face was blurred, and his red pupils were burning with extremely strong blood flames, like blood-colored stars. He made a heart-pounding dragon roar and humming sound from his mouth, noble and unruly, and his momentum was astonishing! “Roar!”

The phantom of the Nether Dragon moaned, opened his mouth and spit out a large area of ​​dark blue sea of ​​fire, colliding with the coming blood light.

"Dongdongdongdongdong!!!"

The deafening roar and explosion sounded throughout the world, and endless blood light and the faint blue sea of ​​fire intertwined and collided, and the burst energy generated rushed around the Pure Land.

An astonishing scene occurred.

The flowers and plants in the Pure Land, and even the Bodhi tree, were all affected by the tyrannical energy, but these destructive forces did not cause any harm to the flowers and plants and Bodhi trees on the earth.

It is really incredible that even a strand of grass roots and a leaf have not been destroyed.

The Pure Land is transformed by the will power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Unless the supernatural powers used by the monks are powerful enough to destroy the will power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Pure Land will not be destroyed by external forces.

"Boom boom boom!"

The blood light and dark blue fire were raging, and the two magical powers were stalemate for a while.

Shen Lang didn't believe in this evil, so he immediately sacrificed the giant sickle of Yama and cut and slashed at the young man with a cassock under the Bodhi tree.

Seeing the huge sickle of Yama, thousands of black lights burst out, and with its terrifying power, hit the forehead of the young man in the robe, the young man in the robe took out a golden Zen stick without any haste, blocking the blade of Yama's giant sickle at the critical moment.

The Zen Staff burst out with golden light as strong as the sun, and it even shook the giant sickle of Yama.

The young man with robes sat upright on the lotus platform intact, but the robes on his body were blown by the strong wind.

Shen Lang's soul body quickly condensed into the mitr silver cloak, blocking the impact of golden light.

"An angry beast collided!"

After retreating dozens of steps, Shen Lang summoned the angry beast demon spirit without hesitation and used his ultimate move.

He knew very well that there was not much chaotic spiritual power left in his body, and that only by launching a huge magical attack with great power in a very short period of time can he have the possibility of winning.

“Buzz!”

The horns on the angered beast's head released a dazzling starlight, and its whole body raised a golden light to the sky, and it rushed towards the young man with a shaking force on the golden lotus platform! Seeing the angry beast coming in anger, the young man with a robed erected golden Zen stick in his hand, trying to resist the collision.

"Bang!!!"

With a shocking sound, the young man in the cassock was finally knocked out of the lotus platform.

He raised the golden Zen Staff in his hand, pressed against the star-like horns of the angry beast, and retreated thousands of meters.

Although the young man with a cassock was not at all injured, he also felt the pressure brought by the angry beast, and a solemn look appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Bloody eyes tear the sky!"

The Shura Holy Pupil at Shen Lang's eyebrows exerted twelve points of power to release infinite blood light, trying to overwhelm the flames spewed out by the Nether Dragon.

"The angry beast breathes!"
Chapter completed!