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Shen Lang raised his eyebrows. When Lu Dongbin’s soul body was not damaged ten thousand years ago, his strength must be far superior to the present, and it is not incomprehensible to be able to defeat this young man in robes. .

“Dare to ask the master, I don’t know where Exile Yuan is?” Shen Lang asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, this young man in robes replied unabashedly: “The end of the Pure Land is the Abyss of Exile.”

Shen Lang’s Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows glowed, peeking On the ground at the end of the Pure Land, there really seemed to be a twisted abyss pit, which was most likely the “exile abyss” mentioned by this robed young man.

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 all blocked by a mysterious prohibition.

“In any case, I have to go to the bottom of hell to find my brother Yi’s soul. I wonder if there is room for discussion on this matter?” Shen Lang gritted his teeth and asked.

The young man in the robes put his hands together and said calmly: “Amitabha, this poor monk is just a ray of Remnant Soul will in this pure land, and instinct is to guard this pure land.”

“If the donor does not have a token, please forgive this poor monk for not being able to let it go.” The robed youth said solemnly.

Shen Lang frowned and asked: “I don’t know what token is it?”

“Previously this poor monk has clearly stated that Exile Yuan is the Land of Sealing of the Reincarnation Heaven, and the token is the Reincarnation Heaven. Leftovers.” The young man in cassock explained neither fast nor slow.

As soon as these words came out, Shen Lang’s eyes lit up, and he turned his hand to take out the golden-bright and dazzling miniature Heavenly Palace, which was displayed in front of the robed youth.

“Master, I wonder if this reincarnation Heavenly Palace can be counted as a token?” Shen Lang asked sternly.

The gaze of the young man in the robed monk was fixed on the Heavenly Palace in Shen Lang’s hands. After a long time, this slowly said: “The donor turned out to be the Chosen One…this poor monk has no eyes, and he still hopes that the Chosen One is Mo Blame it.”

Shen Lang was shocked, and asked curiously: “Why does the master recognize the identity of the next at a glance?”

“In the past, Tianzun left a last word, he On Japan, there may be people who are chosen to visit the Pure Land with tokens in hand.” The young man in robes explained with a serious face.

Shen Lang is a bit speechless. If Asura and Zhang Daoling can predict their actions, it will be fine. Even Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva knows that he will come here. There is no privacy at all for himself as the chosen one!

On this point, Shen Lang is already numb, and he doesn’t bother to think about it again.

“Since the master knows the reincarnation Heavenly Palace in his hands, please let the master lift the restriction and put me into the bottom of hell.” Shen Lang impatient said.

Unexpectedly, the young man in robes actually blunt’s refusal: “Please forgive this poor monk not letting go.”

Shen Lang’s face suddenly changed: “Why? Is it my reincarnation Heavenly Palace? Isn’t it worthy of being a token?”

“It’s not the case, but in Tianzun’s past last words, there is an order forbidding the Chosen to enter the Heavenly Prison, and this poor monk will follow his orders.” said.

Shen Lang felt unbelievable when he heard this, and asked in astonishment: “I wonder why the reincarnation god wants to prevent me from acting?”

“This poor monk can’t answer the donor, maybe this Among the Reincarnation Heavenly Prison, there is the dead Vicious Spirit who will inevitably harm the Chosen One!” The young man in robes said solemnly.

Shen Lang could not accept this explanation.

“The master had previously stated that he could release it by holding the Reincarnation Celestial Token, but now he suddenly finds a reason to change his mind. Is it so erratic, is he playing Shen Lang?”

Shen Lang’s anger Channeling, asked with a gloomy expression.

The young man in cassock calmly said: “This poor monk has no intention of playing with the donor. After all, the identity of the Chosen One is extraordinary. I also hope that the donor will follow the warning of the Reincarnation God, and don’t take a step forward. !”

“hmph, I said that I can’t let it go, why waste my time? Since you have to stop me, then I have to see what your bald donkey has the ability!”

Shen Lang was furious, and the Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows suddenly released the raging blood light, moving towards the golden lotus platform. The youth in the robes spread and blasted away.

“Amitabha!”

The young man in the robes put his hands together and muttered the Sanskrit sounds silently, and a huge purple-golden dragon phantom appeared behind him.

Dragon phantom is burning with dark blue Nether Fire all over, the hideous face is fuzzy, the pupils of crimson are burning with intense blood flames, like the blood-colored stars, and the palpitating dragon roars and whispers in the mouth. The sound, noble and unruly, shocking in an imposing manner!

“roar!”

I saw the dragon phantom groan in a low voice, open his mouth and spit out a large dim-blue fire sea, hitting the attacking blood light.

“Dongdong dong! !!!”

The deafening roar and crackling sound resounded through Heaven and Earth, and the endless blood light and dim-blue fire sea intertwined and collided. Burst energy rushes into the Pure Land all around.

A staggering scene appeared.

The flowers and plants in the Pure Land, and even the Bodhi tree were all hit by the tyrannical energy, but these Destruction Strengths did not cause any damage to the flowers and plants and the Bodhi tree on the ground.

Even a strand of grass roots and leaves are not destroyed, it is incredible.

The Pure Land is transformed by the willpower of Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva. Unless the cultivator displays the Divine Ability attack powerful enough to destroy Kṣitigarbha Bodhisattva’s willpower, the Pure Land will not be affected by external forces. Destroyed.

“bang bang bang!”

The sky full of blood light and the dark blue Nether Fire are raging and intertwined, and the two Magical Powers are deadlocked for a while.

Shen Lang didn’t believe in this evil, so he immediately sacrificed the Yama’s giant sickle, moved towards the young man in the cassock under the Bodhi tree and slashed away.

Seeing the giant sickle of Yama burst out with a black glow, carrying a terrifying power to hit the forehead of the young man in the robes, the young man in the robes neither fast nor slow took out a golden stick, at the The crucial moment blocked the blade of Yama’s giant sickle.

The Zen stick burst out with the golden glow of the sun, and forcibly shook the Yama’s giant sickle away.

The young man in the robes sat on the lotus platform intact, only the robes on his body were blown by the strong wind.

Shen Lang’s soul body quickly condense the mithril holy clothing, blocking the impact of the golden light.

“Angry Beast Crash!”

After taking dozens of steps back, Shen Lang summoned the angry beast demon without the slightest hesitation, and displayed his big moves.

He knows that there is not much left of his chaotic spirit strength within the body. Only by hitting a huge might Divine Ability attack in a very short time can he win.

“weng weng weng!”

The horns on the top of the angry beast’s head release a bright starlight, and the whole body rises up to the sky with golden light, moving towards the golden robes on the lotus platform. The youth ran into it!

Seeing the angry beast bumping into him, the young man in the robes put up the golden stick in his hand, trying to withstand the bump.

“Bang!!!”

With a loud noise, the young man in robes was finally knocked out of the lotus platform.

He put up the golden meditation stick in his hand, and stubbornly resisted the star-like horns of the angry beast, and his body stepped back several thousand meters.

Although the young man in the robes was unscathed, he also felt the pressure from the angry beast, and there was a grave expression between his brows.

“Blood eyes tear the sky!”

Shen Lang’s Asura sacred pupil at the center of his eyebrows exhausted twelve points of power to release infinite blood light, trying to cover the spit out of the dragon flame.

“The angry beast breathes!”

At the same moment, the angry beast who was competing with the young man in the robed roar gave out an angry roar, the horns of light skyrocketed, releasing a waterfall-like golden The light silk, almost moved towards the young man in robes, strangling away, not giving the opponent a chance to breathe.