Summoned the Strongest Villain

This monk is the Supreme Buddha of the Buddhist Domain.

The Supreme Buddha is not the strongest in the Buddha realm, but he is already among the top few.

After all, while there are countless opportunities in the territory of the gods, there are also countless crises. The saints who control the Buddha's domain dare not enter here at all. If there is a mistake, the entire Buddha's domain will be in turmoil.

"Zhishan, we discovered the things here first, so you can leave now."

Another eternal strong man said in a cold voice.

With a smile on his face, the Supreme Buddha clasped his hands together and said: "The things here have a great cause and effect with my Buddhism, so I can't leave, and I ask the two benefactors to give me a face in the Buddha's realm, as long as this If you give me something, it is considered that my Foyu owes you a favor, and as long as I can help you in the future, my Foyu will definitely not refuse."

Hearing the words of the Supreme Buddha, the expressions of the two men couldn't help but change.

They are all overlords, so how could they be fooled by the people of Foyu?

What Foyu often talks about is that there is a predestined relationship with my Buddha. I don’t know how many times this kind of deceiving trick has been done by Foyu. And those who have been deceived by them, if something happens in the future, Foyu will only say that there is nothing they can do. , Maybe he will step on it secretly.

How could the two of them believe in the Supreme Buddha?

"Since this is the case, don't blame us for being rude. Treasures can only be obtained by those with strength. Let's see the real chapter under our hands."

Summoned the strongest villain

Summoned the strongest villain

Chapter 435 The Holy Lotus

On the barren land, there is a huge abyss, but under the abyss, there are mysterious and vast breaths venting to the outside.

The three eternal powerhouses of Zhishan stood in the distance. The verbal battle between the three of them had already ended, and they were quietly waiting for the treasure to be born.

At this moment, a figure in the distance appeared in front of the three of them, and the unrivaled coercion of the Qitian Emperor came, causing the expressions of the three of them to change.

"No, it's the Abandoned Heaven Emperor."

Although the three of them have never met Emperor Qitian, the name of Emperor Qitian and some information about him have already spread throughout the vast world. As long as Emperor Qitian appears, they will be recognized.

"Zhi Shan Bald Donkey, the Emperor Abandoned Heaven is also here this time. Is this treasure still destined for you?"

A middle-aged man in Eternal Realm said with a sneer.

Monk Zhishan frowned tightly, even his long white eyebrows were connected together.

"Two benefactors, do you think that you have a chance when Emperor Qitian comes? Why don't we join forces and destroy the Emperor Qitian first, then how about we compete fairly?"

Hearing the words of the Zhishan monk, the middle-aged Eternal Realm man smiled slightly, "I knew that you, a monk, are not kind. Since you said so, of course we will not refuse."

"Brother Fang, what do you think?"

The ruthless man who had been standing calmly by the side nodded slightly, "Agreed."

hum! ! !

A flash of light shone across the sky, and the man with a cold expression took the lead.

The powerful sword intent soared straight into the sky and penetrated through Xiaohan, making the entire territory of the God Venerable within ten thousand miles illuminated by the light of the sword.

The Emperor Qitian who was standing in the sky looked cold, facing the terrifying sword light, his expression did not change at all, he just struck out with a light palm, the majestic palm force seemed to destroy everything.

It is said that Emperor Qitian is the God of War in the heavens, also known as the God of Destruction, who can hold the position of the God of Destruction, he is definitely not an ordinary person, anyone who can hold this title is a powerful and terrifying person.

The giant palm covering the sky fell, as if it wanted to destroy everything.

The bright sword light dissipated in an instant, and then returned to calm, but the palm slapped by Emperor Qitian still had some strength, and continued to fall towards Zhishan and the other three.

"Get out."

The middle-aged man in the Eternal Realm let out a roar, and suddenly raised his fist towards the sky, like a giant supporting a mountain.

Wanting to shake the palm that Emperor Qitian knocked down.

The Zhishan monk also made a move suddenly, and saw the Zen stick in his hand stabbing towards the sky, and then a golden light burst out, covering the whole world with golden light, the holy light made people lose their vision, and there was a golden world in front of them.

But everything was in vain, although the palm print of Emperor Qitian was blocked, but for Emperor Qitian, the attacks of the three of them could not break through his defense at all.

However, Emperor Qitian did not continue to attack, but his whole body was shrouded in the mask of rebelling against the magic source, and his breath disappeared instantly.

However, the two spirit bodies that were chasing after Qitiandi roared and rushed towards Zhishan and the other three.

"what?"

The middle-aged man in the Eternal Realm saw the changes in the expressions of the two spirit bodies rushing towards him, especially when he felt the death breath from the spirit bodies, which made him even more afraid.

The strength of the spirit body is very powerful, but it is transformed from the remnant soul of the strong before death.

Condensed with the martial arts experience and skills of those dead strong people, once fighting, even people who are one or two realms higher than it may not be able to suppress them.

"Have you seen my sword?"

The spiritual body with confused eyes murmured.

"Sword come."

Following the words "Jian Lai", the long sword in the cold man's hand trembled suddenly, and then he let it go, flying towards the spirit body.

"My sword."

The man who always had a cold expression on his face, even in the face of strong men like Qitiandi, who hadn't changed his face, panicked after the long sword in his hand flew out.