Wu Po Jiuxiao

"boom"

Xiaguang bursts, Ye Fantian has never heard of the name of the Buddha King of Light, but is it an ordinary person who can be revered as a Buddha King?

Even if he is not a member of the Zen sect, Ye Fantian knows how few people in the Zen sect can be named "King".

The golden brilliance shone like glass.

The shocking energy began to flow, like a golden river of stars, hanging down, turning into a golden waterfall of gods and began to roll.

"Roar"

Jizo's evil thoughts suddenly let out a scream, and his body was completely enveloped by the golden light.

The unimaginable power of ordinary people is beginning to wave.

No matter how powerful the evil thoughts of this Earth Store are, the power exerted by his body is ultimately that devilish energy.

The power of Zen Buddhism emphasizes holiness, holiness, and light. Combined with the terror of the Buddha King of Light, the opponent is no match for him at all.

But as time went by, Ye Fantian clearly felt that this guy's aura was obviously beginning to change.

This is an extremely weird feeling, even Ye Fantian can't really describe it.

"Hahahaha... The blood of the Bright Buddha King, the supreme true blood, the blood that no one can fight against, no one can fight against it!"

The old monster laughed out loud as if he was going crazy.

"Ugh……"

A faint sigh came out suddenly, this sound seemed to come from the depths of the universe, from the space between heaven and earth, from the deepest part of the world...

The voice is soft, as beautiful as the sound of nature, holy, upright, awe-inspiring, supreme...

It seems that many honors and praises should be rendered on this voice.

Ye Fantian couldn't imagine that there is such a beautiful voice in this world.

But in front of this voice, the old monster's body trembled violently:

"Who!?"

Surrounded by incomparable silence, there are still people here, which makes the hearts of the old monster, Ye Fantian and the Bull Demon King tremble. The latter is fine, after all, Ye Fantian and the Bull Demon King are almost dead now.

But this old monster can't do it, there is no one here, how did the other party get in here?

"Namo Amitabha... All kinds of things in the world should have dissipated, but I didn't expect that at this time, there would be regrets left by the mortal world. Master, do you think so too?"

This sentence was said very softly, as softly as the wind and clouds, understatement, as if a drop of water dropped in a vast ocean, unable to cause the slightest ripple.

But these words made the old monster tremble all over. His face was extremely terrified, and he looked at the void with an expression of disbelief.

Ye Fantian's heart moved slightly, and following the opponent's movements, he began to look towards the void.

There, in the vast void, the supreme golden brilliance is still present.

This drop of Guangming Buddha King's blood is like a small sun, and the holy brilliance has turned into countless oceans rolling, surging, and flowing, and the power of rendering begins to envelop the entire space. It seems that it does not know where it exists, but it is forcibly covered up.

But a thought appeared in Ye Fantian's mind.