Mysterious Unparalleled Draw

A figure walked out of the open door, tall and firm, dressed in sackcloth, but couldn't see it clearly.

"Pfft!"

Almost everyone knelt down and felt a kind of coercion from the past, except for Xiao Fan and the old man in sackcloth who was secretly watching, they still stood.

This shocked everyone!

Could it be that he is....... Shakyamuni the Great? !

In the hearts of everyone, such a thought popped up involuntarily.

"Could it be that the ancient emperor really never sat down, but has been dormant in the dark to protect all beings in the world?" Xiao Fan's heart was difficult to calm down.

The holy immortals spoken by the Void Holy Emperor are simply terrifying, and it is difficult to give birth to the heart of confrontation.

Even the Void Saint Emperor of the Half-step Immortal King was hunted down to the lower realm, one can imagine how terrifying those Saint Immortals are!

at this time!

That figure looked at Xiao Fan, like a pair of supreme divine eyes, capable of penetrating everything, breaking through falsehoods, and going straight to the source.

At this moment, Xiao Fan only felt that everything about himself was known to the other party, and there was no secret.

"You...come too early, the time is wrong..."

A sigh sounded from Xiao Fan's ears, and then, he, the God King Xuan Ye and the others were involuntarily ejected and ejected directly into this small world.

At this time, the figure shook his head, and with a wave of his sleeves, the old man in linen and the blood deficiency suddenly appeared in front of the ancient temple.

"Old guy, you are not dead, what are you planning?!"

As soon as he saw that figure, the old man in linen immediately trembled with anger, and the immortal light in his hand was uncertain, and he was obviously ready to take action at any time.

The blood deficiency on the side was stunned and shocked.

Originally, he guessed that the old guy in the mouth of the old man in linen was Emperor Shakyamuni, but it was only a guess.

Never thought that his guess was actually true, the old man in sackcloth really had a great relationship with Emperor Shakyamuni.

Before he could think about it, the figure waved his hand again, and the figure with blood deficiency disappeared, and he didn't know where he was sent.

"After so many years, are you still not giving up?" The voice of the figure seemed to be very regretful.

"Hmph, give up? Why should I give up?" The old man in linen was very disdainful. "I am your inner demon. Isn't everything I do to replace you?"

This sentence is shocking!

If Xiao Fan was here, he would be stunned, and it would be difficult for him to come back to his senses for a long time.

This sackcloth old man is actually the inner demon of Emperor Shakyamuni?

"Falsify my scriptures and spread the Buddhist scriptures of the earth. Do you know the terrible consequences of your actions?" The figure said faintly.

This sackclothed old man turned out to be the so-called Buddhist traitor - Xuan Ming! ?

If Xiao Fan and the others were here, they would have lost their minds.

The so-called Buddhist traitor, Xuan Ming, turned out to be the inner demon of Emperor Shakyamuni?

As the founder of Buddhism, Emperor Shakyamuni, there is actually a demon, and he also appears in the eyes of the world?

"What bullshit consequences, I just want to destroy everything you have, completely destroy you!" The old man in linen said fiercely.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything stems from my greed, and everything should end..."

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The figure shook his head, and the Buddha's light all over his body reflected the void, illuminating the entire small world.

At this moment, all the monsters in this small world are like Baixue encountering the scorching sun, and in an instant, they disappear into nothingness, as if they never existed.

Not only that, but the buildings connected to Yingu Temple and other buildings that did not originally belong to this small world also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the boundless sand sea of ​​the Western Regions, the Buddha's light suddenly flourished, illuminating the whole world. All the ghost bones and yin gods and insects disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if they had never existed.

The old man in linen understood everything that figure did, but he was not afraid at all, instead he laughed.

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"Are you feeling guilty?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Old guy, you can't kill me, I'm your inner demon, unless you die, I'll be immortal!"

"And as long as there is darkness and evil in the world, those ghost bones and yin worms will still regenerate, and everything will be repeated again, what can you do to me?"

The frantic laughter of the sackclothed old man did not cause the figure to have the slightest emotional fluctuation. Everything was as before, calm and peaceful.

"You don't understand, you really don't understand, you'll never understand..."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure dissipated in front of the ancient temple. At the same time, the figure of the old man in linen was gradually dissipating.

"No, no, no..."

"I don't want to carry the seal, how can I be sealed?"

"Damn, those monsters are really unbelievable, I was used again..."

"No, I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled..."