Long Xiaoshan flashed out and saw a man walking out from behind the hall in front.
At this time, the man seemed to know that someone was here, and after seeing him, both sides had a wrong look, Long Xiaoshan whispered: "My nameless little master."
The person walking across from him was Wuming who disappeared from the fifth level of void storm before.
Long Xiaoshan didn't expect that he not only lived, but even came to the sixth floor, found the Qianmian Temple ruins and entered.
The nameless monk also looked at Long Xiaoshan with a little distortion and said, "It's you, it seems that I'm not looking for the wrong person, haha."
Long Xiaoshan always felt a little strange when he heard the laughter of Wuming Monk. At this time, Wuming Monk looked at him as if his eyes were different from before.
He spoke, "What does it mean?"
The Wuming monk smiled and said, "I didn't have any hope at the beginning. It was Weng Mengyun's mention of you that gave me a little interest. The Demon Lord of the Eternal Life rose to the end of the world. In a short time, he surpassed the achievements of the Demon Lord of the Seven Killings and became the number one person in the Zhongtian Realm. Perhaps only a person like you who is lucky to the sky can help me find the site of Qianmian Temple. Look, the result was that it did not disappoint me. You actually found the site and opened it."
Long Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes, and the words of the Wuming Monk made him feel a little wrong. He said in a low voice: "So, you have been planning to find the ruins of Qianmian Temple for a long time."
The monk Wuming said, "Of course, Wuming Temple has fallen for too long. I know from the true spirit of reincarnation that Qianming Temple was sealed by my deity back then. As long as I find the ruins and open Qianming Temple, the glory of Qianming Temple can be reproduced. I can also use the holy spring to reshape my soul and immortalize it forever."
Long Xiaoshan was shocked: "I? Reincarnation? Who are you?"
The Wuming monk laughed and said, "Demon Lord, can't you guess such a smart person?
Long Xiaoshan felt cold in his heart.
He did guess that the Thousand-faced Temple was sealed by the deity, and that could only be the Thousand-faced Bodhisattva. When the other party mentioned the true spiritual memory of reincarnation, it proved that the other party was probably the reincarnation of the Thousand-faced Bodhisattva. The Thousand-faced Bodhisattva had countless clones back then, although ancient records mentioned that his clones were all destroyed at that time.
But who can guarantee that there are no fish that misses the net?
The nameless monk narrowed his eyes, as if he was talking to himself, and wanted to express the secret that had been buried for too long in his heart: "It's a pity that it's too long. In that battle, the Buddhist sect used the Blood Soul Secret Technique to track the clones. All my clones were found. Only this clone made preparations in advance, and reincarnated nine times before the war, before barely escaping the tracking of the Blood Soul Secret Technique. Later, in order to avoid the pursuit, he kept reincarnating and reducing the connection between the soul. However, he was also trapped in the mystery of the fetus, almost forgot his predecessor, and even the sealed land of Qianmian Temple. If I can't find the holy spring in this life, reincarnate the soul, and find the fetal spirit, I am afraid I will completely forget my origin and become a "newcomer".
Long Xiaoshan's mind was slightly shaken. Legendary figures like Thousand Faces Bodhisattva were indeed not to be seen. After endless years, they still left behind. The other party had been planning for a long time, but the thing the other party was looking for and the thing he wanted was just overlapping.
The monk Wuming suddenly changed his voice and said lightly: "The ruins have been opened. I just came all the way and found that everything inside has disappeared. Did you take it away?"
Long Xiaoshan didn't say anything, and it would be useless to deny it now. They are the only ones here. He said no, will the other party believe it?
The monk Wuming's eyes fell on the temple behind Long Xiaoshan. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You have found the holy spring?"
Long Xiaoshan still didn't say anything.
But the nameless monk seemed to have been confirmed. He said lightly: "Demon Lord, you are also a romantic figure. I don't want to be an enemy of you. Since you know my identity, you should know that everything here is mine. If you hand over what here, I will let you leave."
Long Xiaoshan raised his eyes and looked at Wuming Monk calmly. The other party seemed to be joking. Why, just because he is the reincarnation of the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva?
It’s ridiculous. I don’t know how many lifetimes I have reborn. How many points are there to be a Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva?
What's more, it's the reincarnation of the Thousand Face Bodhisattva. It's been endless years. Do you still want to ask for it? Since he has worked so hard that he almost lost his life to find it, it is impossible for him to hand it over, let alone that the Holy Spring is Xiaofu's only hope to reshape his soul, so he naturally cannot hand over it.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan's indifferent expression, the monk Wuming seemed to understand and smiled faintly: "It seems that Lord Demon Lord doesn't want it anymore. Yes, Baoshan is in hand, who wants to return empty-handed, let alone a person like Demon Lord. It seems that someone is destined to be unable to get out of here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Wuming Monk's eyes became strange, and his pupils seemed to turn into rounds of vortexes, bursting out five-colored demonic lights.
boom!
Long Xiaoshan's soul seemed to be swallowed by the five-colored demon light, and he suddenly entered a psychedelic world.
What a terrible soul technique.
The golden light of Long Xiaoshan's soul suddenly flourished, and the divine wheel was suspended in the air. Circles of the divine wheel light burst out, resisting the terrifying five-colored demon light. The divine light burst out, and the void emitted a twisted shock and exploded, ripples, as if it was about to impact the five-colored divine lights.
"The Demon Lord is a good method."
The nameless monk's illusory and real monster sound came from all directions. Among the five-colored divine lights, a monster peacock flew out and made a loud and light cry. The peacock was extremely sacred and the Buddha light was everywhere, as if the legendary Peacock King was the King.
Five-colored divine feathers enveloped the endless void, like the sky, covering Long Xiaoshan's soul. Under the huge Peacock King, Long Xiaoshan's soul became extremely small.
The divine feather fell down and turned into a terrifying five-colored divine fire. The flame was transparent. As soon as it landed on the Long Xiaoshan divine wheel, the sharp pain of the bone-burning fire refining came. The Long Xiaoshan's divine wheel was ignited by the divine fire and fell into the sea of fire.
The Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva back then was the supreme powerhouse of Buddhism.
Although this nameless monk was just her reincarnation and had been through endless years, he was still extremely terrifying.
Even Long Xiaoshan's soul is hard to resist.
Long Xiaoshan roared, and his soul expanded rapidly, turning into a divine body with three heads and six arms. The divine body was extremely huge, chasing the Peacock King. He roared, holding the divine weapon in his six arms, and cutting towards the Peacock King.
The Peacock King waved his sharp claws and fell from the sky, rumbling, the divine weapons and the sharp claws collided, the void world exploded, and endless soul storm swept over.
In the eyebrows of the Peacock King, the phantom of the nameless monk appeared faintly. He was a little surprised and looked at Long Xiaoshan's huge divine body and made a sound: "You actually practiced the divine way and cast the divine body. How could you? Where did you have such a huge belief in divine power?"