Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. Before the soul of Lu Dongbin was damaged thousands of years ago, his strength must have been far greater than it is now. It is not difficult to understand that he could defeat the young man in cassocks in front of him.
"May I ask Master, where is the Exile Abyss?"
Shen Lang asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, the young man in cassocks answered unabashedly: "The end of the Pure Land is the Abyss of Exile."
The Asura Holy Eyes between Shen Lang's brows swelled with light, and he peered into the ground at the end of the Pure Land. There indeed seemed to be a twisted abyss, which was most likely the "Abyss of Exile" mentioned by the young man in cassocks.
On the right side of the abyss, there is a colorful space vortex, which seems to be the reincarnation tunnel of the Eighteen Hells.
The space behind the Bodhi tree is completely blocked by a mysterious restriction.
"No matter what, I have to go to the bottom of hell to find my sworn brother's soul. I wonder if there is room for negotiation on this matter?"
Shen Lang gritted his teeth and asked.
The young man in cassock put his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is just a remnant of the will of this pure land. His instinct is to guard this pure land."
"If the donor doesn't have the token with him, please forgive me for not being able to let him go."
The young man in cassock said in a deep voice.
Shen Lang frowned and asked, "I wonder what kind of token it is?"
"The poor monk has made it clear before that the Exile Abyss is the sealed place of the Samsara Heavenly Lord, and the tokens are the things left by the Samsara Heavenly Lord."
The young man in cassock explained unhurriedly.
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang's eyes lit up, he turned his hand and held out the golden mini Guangtian Palace, displaying it in front of the young man in cassocks.
"Master, I wonder if this samsara palace can be regarded as a token?"
Shen Lang asked seriously.
The young man in cassocks fixed his eyes on the Palace of Samsara in Shen Lang's hands. After a long time, he slowly said: "The donor turns out to be the Chosen One... The poor monk is blind, and I hope the Chosen One will not blame me."
Shen Lang was shocked and asked curiously: "Why did the master recognize my identity at a glance?"
"In the past, the Heavenly Lord left a last word. In the future, there may be a chosen one holding a token to visit the Pure Land."
The young man in cassock explained seriously.
Shen Lang was a little speechless. It would be fine if Asura and Zhang Daoling could predict his actions. Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva knew that he would come here. He, the chosen one, had absolutely no privacy at all! On this point, Shen Lang
They are already numb and too lazy to think about this problem anymore.
"Since the master knows the palace of reincarnation in my hands, please ask the master to lift the restriction and let me enter the bottom of hell."
Shen Lang said impatiently.
Unexpectedly, the young man in cassocks refused outright: "Please forgive me for not letting me go."
Shen Lang's expression suddenly changed: "Why?
Isn’t my palace of reincarnation worthy of being used as a token?”
"That's not the case, but in the last words of the Heavenly Lord, there was an order prohibiting the chosen ones from entering the Heavenly Prison. The poor monk will follow the order."
The young man in cassock said calmly.
When Shen Lang heard this, he felt incredible and asked in surprise: "I wonder why Samsara Heavenly Lord wants to stop my action?"
"The poor monk cannot answer the benefactor. Perhaps there are evil spirits of the dead in this prison of reincarnation that will definitely harm the chosen ones!"
The young man in cassock said in a deep voice.
This explanation was unacceptable to Shen Lang.
"The master previously said clearly that he would be allowed to leave if he held the token of Samsara Heavenly Lord, but now he suddenly finds reasons to change his mind. He is so capricious. Could it be that he is playing tricks on Shen?"
Shen Lang's anger surged and he asked with a gloomy face.
The young man in cassock said calmly: "The poor monk has no intention of playing tricks on the donor. After all, the identity of the Chosen One is extraordinary. I hope the donor will follow the warning of the Lord of Samsara and not take another step forward!"
"Humph, I told you earlier that I couldn't let you go, so why waste my time?
Since you insist on stopping me, then I want to see what you, a bald donkey, are capable of!"
Shen Lang was furious, and the Asura Holy Eyes between his brows suddenly released a raging wave of bloody light, spreading towards the cassock-robed young man on the golden lotus platform with lightning speed and killing him.
"Amitabha!"
The young man in cassock clasped his hands together and recited Sanskrit sounds silently, when a huge purple-gold ghost dragon appeared behind him.
Dark blue fire burned all over the body of the ghost dragon's shadow, its ferocious face was blurred, its red pupils burned with intense blood flames, like bloody stars, and a heart-stopping dragon roar emitted from its mouth,
Noble and unruly, the momentum is shocking! “Roar!”
I saw the shadow of the dark dragon groaning, opening its mouth and spitting out a large sea of blue fire, which hit the incoming blood light.
“Dong dong dong!!!”
Deafening roars and explosions resounded throughout the world, endless blood and blue sea of fire collided, and the explosive energy generated rushed around the Pure Land.
A shocking scene occurred.
The flowers and plants in the Pure Land and even the Bodhi tree were all affected by the violent energy impact, but these destructive forces did not cause any harm to the flowers, grass and Bodhi tree on the earth.
Not even a strand of grass roots or a leaf was destroyed, which is really incredible.
The Pure Land is transformed by the power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's will. Unless the monks' magical attacks are powerful enough to destroy the power of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's will, this Pure Land will not be destroyed by external forces.
"Boom boom boom!"
The bloody light and dark blue fire raging across the sky intertwined, and the two magical powers were in a stalemate for a while.
Shen Lang didn't believe this evil, so he immediately raised the giant scythe of Yama and slashed at the young man in cassock under the bodhi tree.
Seeing the huge scythe of Yama emitting thousands of black lights, carrying terrifying power and hitting the young man in cassocks directly on the head, the young man in cassocks unhurriedly took out a golden Zen staff and blocked the huge scythe of Yama at the critical moment.
of the cutting edge.
The Zen staff burst out with a golden light that was as powerful as the blazing sun, and forcefully shook away the giant sickle of Yama.
The young man in cassock sat on the lotus platform intact, but the cassock on his body was blown by the strong wind.
Shen Lang's soul body quickly condensed the Mithril Saint Cloth, blocking the impact of the golden light.
"Angry Beast Clash!"
After taking dozens of steps back, Shen Lang summoned the angry beast demon without hesitation and used his ultimate move.
He knew very well that there was not much chaotic spiritual power left in his body, and he could only win by launching a powerful magical attack in a very short period of time.
"Buzz buzz!"
The horns on the head of the angry beast released bright starlight, and the whole body set off a golden light that soared into the sky. With a force that shook the sky, it hit the young man in cassock on the golden lotus platform! Seeing the angry beast charging towards him, the young man in cassock raised the gun in his hand.
The golden Zen staff tried to resist the collision.
"Bang!!!"
With a shocking loud noise, the young man in cassock was finally knocked out of the lotus platform.
He set up the golden Zen staff in his hand, firmly pressed against the angry beast's horns that were as bright as stars, and retreated several thousand meters.
Although the young man in cassock was not injured at all, he still felt the pressure brought by the angry beast, and there was a solemn look on his face.
"Bloody eyes tearing the sky!"
The Shura Holy Eyes between Shen Lang's brows used all their strength to release endless blood light, trying to cover up the flames spouted by the dark dragon.
"The breath of an angry beast!"
At the same moment, the angry beast that was competing with the young man in cassocks let out an angry growl. The horns of the bull's horns glowed brightly, releasing a waterfall of golden light, and strangled the young man in cassocks almost face-to-face, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe.