Great Heaven Sovereign

Seeing Yang Fan's fiery expression at the moment, the Buddha's face twitched a little.

His heart is bleeding, too.

This kind of thing, when he became the Lord of Buddha, he was able to read and understand Buddhism, which led to a glimmer of opportunity to give birth to this kind of blood. But even if he had been brewing for so many years, he was only a few drops.

Every drop was like life to him.

If it weren't for the old man's face, he would never have taken it out to Yang Fan.

"If you say so, it's OK. You're right. What Buddhism pays attention to is a cause and effect. Although it's of no great use to you because of the elder. I also think it's a little shabby to give you this thing when I meet you for the first time. When you arrive at Wanfo another day, I'll give you ten or eight pieces of Buddhist Lingbao and blood. It's really not on the table." The Buddha said with a warm face and a compassionate smile.

Yang Fan was stunned.

It never occurred to me that the Lord of the Great Buddha should still have this kind of operation.

It's just a vagrant, bargaining in general.

"Buddha bead's words are bad again. The so-called courtesy is light and affection is heavy. We don't need to pay attention to these at all. It's just a way to promote mutual friendship. Just like now, the Buddha gives me Buddha blood, and our fate is even settled." Yang Fan continued.

The duck to the mouth is flying away?

Yang Fan will never allow it.

He doesn't care about any Buddhist Lingbao at all. This drop of Buddha blood is better than countless Lingbao. He has too many supreme treasures, and his vision is naturally very unique. So you can see the value of the Buddha's blood at a glance.

"Gee, I can't say anything about you, but what surprises me most is that your skin is really thick. The elder was deceived by you and said you have a firm heart. Now it seems that you have a firm skin." The Buddha looked helpless, but he still sent the things in his hand to Yang Fan.

The swastika character flickered directly at the moment of touching Yang Fan, and then immersed.

Yang Fan was pleasantly surprised in his eyes. He could feel that this word had been connected with his mind. As long as his mind moved, this power could be used by himself.

"The Buddha is serious. In front of the Buddha, Yang Fan is a junior. The Buddha is so close to my master that he will not care about Yang Fan's offense." Yang Fan said.

The Buddha is completely helpless, but everything has been sent out. If you say more, you will appear to have no courage. The Buddha's face became solemn and evil, and then his eyes turned to the master's face.

"It's terrible. Heaven and earth are fierce. It seems that you have fate with them. I'm sure you'll go to Wanfoshan." Buddha's eyes are deep. It seems that when he looks at the world of Constant sand, there will be nothing to hide in his eyes.

Yes, he recognized the origin of the two people in front of him.

Chalk and evil to the face is still indifferent, there is no clear fluctuation. For them, the experience is too much. One suppression is for thousands of years, so let alone facing the Buddha, even facing the master Yang Fan will not shock them too much.

After all, they have experienced dangers in the world. What is happening in the world now is a game and a joke in their eyes. And they just got involved.

But Yang Fan heard the message behind the Buddha's words!

"The Buddha said, do you Wanfoshan also have such existence?" Yang Fan asked, looking at chalk and evil.

Obviously, as Yang Fan's voice fell, their expressions changed more or less. It can be seen that for their former brothers and sisters, their feelings are still very deep.

"That's good. But I'll figure it out. It's not time for him to be born yet. It still needs... A robbery." The Buddha said, but in the middle, it was a meal.

"Robbery? What robbery? Buddha, you can speak clearly. The boy is stupid and doesn't understand very well." Yang Fan continued to ask.

The Buddha speaks in a divine way, but it seems that he is pointing out something in the dark. It seems that there is a future, which makes people can't help thinking.

"Don't say, don't say. If you say more, it will change something. You can go to Foshan, but I can tell you, Foshan now..." the Buddha stopped talking and finally became silent.

"What's the matter with Foshan now?" Yang Fan yearned more and more, but he was already scolding secretly in his heart. The Buddha is really provocative. Every time he speaks half way, the game stops abruptly.

"Ah, it's hard to say. As you said, you've become attached to me. I'll leave the matter of Wanfoshan to you." The Buddha said, looking at Yang Fan with a compassionate smile of Buddha's meaning.

But I don't know why, Yang Fan felt his scalp numb, as if he had fallen into a deep pit. Clearly, this smile makes people look like spring breeze and empty in their heart. But in Yang Fan's eyes, it seemed as if it was Luocha Senran, and a chill suddenly arose in his heart.

"That... Boy was joking just now. This Buddha blood is extremely precious. Boy, how can I be? I don't deserve it." Yang Fan said subconsciously, spread out his palm directly and handed it to the Buddha. The meaning is obvious. It means you take it back. I don't want it.

But the Buddha smiled mysteriously: "you want it, you don't want it? It's too late!" The Buddha said, and then looked at the body of monk Zhiyong.

Then, a touch of Buddha fire burned up at his fingertips.

With a flash of light, the Buddha directly melted the body of monk Zhiyong, and finally condensed a white crystal.

"This is the essence of his cultivation, not a Buddhist sacrifice, but it is also a small sacrifice. I think you are now breaking through quickly, and maybe a helping hand." The Buddha said and sent it to Yang Fan.

But Yang Fan dared not ask for it.

It is both Buddha blood and relic. Whatever it is, it is the existence of heaven in the outside world. But now it's so easy to give it to yourself. If there's no plan behind it, you can't believe killing Yang Fan.

"Why? Don't you dare?" The Buddha still smiled faintly, but the smile was thought-provoking and difficult to see through.

Yang Fan's mind turned a hundred times, but when he thought that there were five murderers in Wanfoshan, he knew that he could not retreat. This step must be taken.

"Yes, why not. Since it's the Buddha's good intention, the boy doesn't respect it." Yang Fan simply gritted his teeth and took the small relic in his hand.

The Buddha smiled faintly: "yes, you and I have reason. Then it's time for you to understand the fruit. Go to Wanfoshan, but before you leave, I have a small request..." the Buddha said and looked at Yang Fan.

"Buddha, but it doesn't hurt. Of course, it's my business whether I promise or not." Yang Fan was careful and spoke like walking on thin ice. The Buddha in front of us is so treacherous that there may be a deep pit behind a smile. We can't help but guard against it.

"Slick! But there are some things you can't avoid. You carry too many things, and one thing is going to kill you. If it wasn't for the suppression of the elders, you would be a dead man now. So, what else do you have to be afraid of?" The Buddha smiled faintly.

But this sentence seemed to touch Yang Fan's heart and make Yang Fan silent for a moment.

"However, it has nothing to do with what I said. I can't intervene in your affairs anymore. I want to say that it's all. I went to Wanfoshan. For my face... Don't kill me! How... Leave me some inheritance in Wanfoshan." The Buddha said, and without waiting for Yang Fan to respond, he turned and left.