In the sky, seeing the old figures walking out of the white bone formation, the Ancient Buddha Huanxi finally changed his face.

He was an ancient Buddha who followed the Buddha Lord of Pure Land in the late years of Gu Xuanmen. He had been rebelling and fleeing to Zen, and he didn't know how long he had practiced in Gu Xuanmen Zen.

The ancient history that many people in the world are just a distant experience in the past when they are happy.

He knew very well how this group of crazy people and the seniors of these crazy people had once aroused the fear of the monks of the ancient Xuanmen.

What else is there, he also clearly understands where the ancient mystical Taoism and Dharma originated from...

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was a whisper or a complex sigh.

“Yuan Cult…”

He seemed to have forgotten to resist, staring quietly at the old man and the old woman, outlining bright seal patterns, attacking him and facing him.

The mute old voice, like a rubbing gold and stone, seemed to be coming from the rumored ghost creature, and to hook the soul of the ancient Buddha of joy. After a long time, he entered the almost desperate state of nirvana.

The gilded Buddha light soared into the sky, wrapping all the figures of him and all the practitioners of the Yuan Sect.

Among the vast Sanskrit sounds, only the still harsh sound kept echoing.

"Old Liu, you, Lao Huan, have the most knowledge. Tell me, what is this joy? How can he kill someone?"

"Hey! I won't ask anymore! I won't ask anymore! I think about it... Is it a Taoist method that makes people laugh to death?"

"It's still tangled! Old Gui Zhang, please keep the bed bugs you raise! Feed it almost! Leave some essence of qi and blood for me! How old can I be younger if my sister is driving Ming!"

“…”

Accompanied by the demon sounds, I recalled the sky, and looked carefully, the gold-plated Buddha light was no longer harmonious, and it became dim little by little under the gaze of the cultivators.

Gradually, the blood evil spirit spread out in place. Seeing that under the siege of the old ghosts of the Yuan Sect, the ancient Buddha of joy had no way to live.

At this moment, the gilded Buddha light, which was stained with clouds in the sky, suddenly condensed towards the place where the ancient Buddha of Joy was.

The shadow of the Buddha, which is in harmony with the virtual and the real, manifests itself in the air.

He was probably really dead.

But while breathing, the body had completely disintegrated into powder, dissipated in the sky, and there was only an immortal spiritual light remaining, blending into the gilded Buddha clouds all over the sky.

Seeing such a change, no one of the old ghosts of the Yuan Sect went crazy. They all retreated, avoiding the land covered by the Buddha's light from a distance, and stared at the illusory soul light revealed by the Ancient Buddha Huanxi with a solemn face.

At the same time, the Buddha's phantom also swept his eyes over the old ghosts of the Yuan Sect.

"The Way of Immortals..."

It still sighs softly, and it is hard to understand what the ancient Buddha of Joy means.

But anyone knows that this is already the last afterglow before the ancient Buddha's extinction.

Finally, the ancient Buddha stared at the direction of the Western Regions.

He has no cover.

Everyone saw his turn.

Is this unwillingness before Nirvana?

Many Xuanmen giants also looked towards the direction of the Western Regions.

The true source of the Buddha's inheritance, the Lingshan Buddhism, or the last master of the Daleiyin Temple, is no longer just a simple ancient Buddha, it involves the Dharma system and the foundation of luck.

Will the Tathagata who pioneered Mahayana Buddhism in the Western Regions take action?

Many real people in the world are even looking forward to seeing this person who has been killed by the sword ancestor's three swords, and want to weigh his quality and courage.

The afterglow of the soul light before the Buddha's death will not last for too long. If you want to lead it, this is already the last chance of Buddhism in the Western Regions.

Therefore, under the gaze of nearly 90% of the powerful people in the world, the sky was clear and Buddha's clouds were never seen.

...

At this moment, the sighing voice of the Qinglong Demon God came from the two realms.

The ancient immortal Yunyang held the white jade hexagonal mirror in his hand, and his aura gradually rose to the top, as if he was about to face the Qinglong Demon God who was hiding his figure and traces.

"Don't get angry. I'm really forced to engrave the demonic text of my natal for joy. After all, Lingshan has deceived many of my great men from the demon clan. When they come to the children, I'm not sympathetic. I'm also asking the ancient immortal to understand. There are very few creatures like you and me in the world. If you really start, how can these great mountains and rivers bear it! It doesn't matter if the ancestral fortune of the sons is destroyed. If the ancestral fortune of the noble sect is destroyed, will the ancient immortals have to re-establish the mountain gate again after the legislative rule?"

The nagging voice of the Azure Dragon Demon God was still echoing above the mountains in the six directions. In the place, the expression of the ancient immortal Yunyang became more and more solemn.

Finally, at some point, the ancient immortal Yunyang seemed extremely angry, raised the white jade hexagonal mirror in his hand and shot towards a certain space beside him.

Immediately, the nagging voice of the Azure Dragon Demon God ended abruptly.

In the lightning and fire, the Azure Dragon Demon God can no longer tolerate anything else to say.

The huge dragon body was flying by the sea of ​​clouds, and the hideous dragon head seemed to show a cramped smile. He clearly was secluded in another place, but the ancient immortal Yunyang was extremely angry but still failed.

But before the smile was fully revealed, the pure yang light fell straight into the Shura field in front of the Two Realms Mountains.

Ancient Immortal fell down with one shot!

In the place, a wolf rose into the air, and in a long roar, it spewed out the moonlight, sweeping the pure sunlight.

The Cang Wolf Spirit Buddha.

The Lord of the Wolf God Valley in the past.

He had been hiding his body since the beginning of the war, and finally appeared in the form of Yunyang Ancient Immortal's attack from the air.

This time, the Qinglong Demon God could not laugh at all.

The ancient immortal of Yunyang soared into the sky and stared indifferently at the huge dragon body above the sea of ​​clouds.

"Okay, you and I don't take action. What do you think of the demon god now?"

Before he finished speaking, in the Shura Field, the Canglang Spirit Buddha could not see the direction where the ancient immortal Yunyang stood, as if nothing had happened just now, and it was wrapped in the moonlight and cloud light, and it was about to rush straight to the two realms mountains!

In the distance, a bright light of Mount Sumeru shone down, covering the Canglang Spirit Buddha, and also manifested the Kashyapa Buddha who was suppressed in the shadow of Mount Sumeru.

At this moment, the numbers of real people who were still standing in the Two Realms Mountain were still a little confused and could not figure out what the Canglang Spirit Buddha wanted to do.

At this moment, the cold voice of the sword ancestor came from the northern border.

"So brave-! So brave-!"

...

Flowers bloom everywhere, and thunder sounded in the eight fields.

With just a few breaths, accidents in southern Xinjiang and eastern territory occurred one after another, making people more and more dazzling.

It was also the moment when the sword ancestor's roar came out.

At the western tip of the southern border, the gilded Buddha clouds were stained like ink. As the clouds rolled, a Buddha's handprint fell, falling far away towards the center of the southern border, as if to take the opportunity to lead the ancient Buddha, who had not yet been completely silent, to the Western Regions.
Chapter completed!