Start With Top Luck

There was a glint in the eyes of the existence above, and he nodded.

Seeing this, no matter how aggrieved the monks are, they can only choose to give in. Even the Buddha said so, what else can they do?

Tai Dufo smiled slightly, turned to Cang Shitian, and showed a meaningful smile.

Cang Shitian looked calm and responded with a smile.

He knew that there would definitely be an existence to intervene, and it was impossible to really fight. He had thought too much about orthodoxy such as Buddhism and Taoism.

Moreover, the price of doing something against him was really too high, even if he allowed him to kill someone and slap Xiji in the face, they would not dare to do it directly in the open.

only……

What he didn't expect was that it would be Emperor Taidu who would come here. Presumably this Emperor Taidu must have such a high status in the third tenth stage that he would have such a right to speak.

The other party not only came to deal with this matter, but also came here specially for him.

Cang Shitian's eyes flickered with secrecy, did he take this opportunity to make friends with him?

Even though he said so, the feeling that the Taidu Emperor gave him was completely unfathomable...

Old coins, eight hundred hearts!

 ….

With the victory in the second round, the heavens and worlds set off another storm.

Countless powers of luck frantically poured into the east.

The dragon of luck from the three sects of Gaoxuan roared, and the terrifying sound shook the east.

"Master Shengzi has won again!!"

"Tianxing I teach three times, I teach invincibility!"

Countless souls erupted, shouting the name of the Holy Son.

 ….

Cangtianyu

Longevity Immortal Cang Clan!

On this day, the wind was raging and the sky and the earth were changing.

The vast and boundless power of luck converged from the Three Religions to the Celestial Realm.

Countless disciples of the Cang clan were very excited. They knew that this was another victory for their son of God. They watched the countless luck pouring into the depths of their clan, and they felt extremely proud in their hearts.

Ancestral Tomb of the Cang Clan!

Streams of pure and vast ancient power poured into this place, turning into a majestic breath of life. No one thought that the power of luck would be condensed here and become the nourishment for many unknown existences.

In the distance, several old men watched this scene, smiled and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Shi Tian is really powerful. Buddhism has suffered a lot this time. I'm afraid of Shi Tian in the remaining round. Just wait for luck."

For a behemoth like the Cang Clan, they can enjoy the luck of the world without using their hands at all, unlike in no man's land, they need to launch dark turmoil to absorb luck, life, and blood to survive.

And such an approach in no-man's land will naturally cause dissatisfaction among all living beings. No matter how strong they are, there will always be one or two supreme oddities in each era, strong enough to enter no-man's land and push one side horizontally.

But the Immortal Cang Clan does not infringe upon the interests of all sentient beings, so naturally this will not happen. This is also one of the reasons why the Cang Clan has survived since ancient times...

"When this round is over, the world will be shaken violently. The luck of this era will be considered to be completely active, and...the ancient god's nest will be opened, and there may be many freaks appearing at that time."

Speaking of this, the old man's expression became concentrated, and he continued: "I am afraid that the monsters hidden in the immemorial myriad clans, the endless sea and sea clans, the gods' ruins, the burial places, the underworld, and countless forces will really be born, and maybe there will be era physiques."

Hearing this, the other old man smiled faintly, and said, "So what? Let Shi Tianheng push it, and besides, don't our clan also have hidden freaks? At worst, let them out."

"Hahaha, what I'm talking about is pushing it horizontally, but those guys are afraid that they will not accept Shi Tian's position as the Son of God."

"You old bastard, worrying about it, suppressing and suppressing!"

"Hey, I'm getting old, otherwise I will go to the Ancient God's Nest to have fun and see this great world hegemony."

"Yeah...it's nice to be young."

 ….

Within First Stage days.

"Everyone, the last match, Xiubi!" Emperor Taidu smiled and said in a high voice.

Emperor Taidu stretched out his finger and tapped the void lightly.

Immediately, countless laws of the emperor's way were intertwined, and the terrifying breath surged into the blue sky.

boom!

It's like creating the world! A grand voice sounded, and a world was shaped by countless laws intertwined.

True Buddha means, unimaginable!

Countless monks stared at this scene intently, and couldn't help but sigh like a miracle.

For the sake of Taoism and Buddhism, Emperor Taidu actually created a world.

"War Practitioner, please come in!" Emperor Taidu said to everyone with a calm expression.

Cang Shitian glanced at Emperor Taidu, smiled lightly, and stepped forward into the world.

He slowly opened his eyes, and sure enough, this is a real world, with land, mountains, rivers, oceans, and even laws appearing.

Living things can survive here!

The means of the emperor are really unimaginable.

Of course, such a world is definitely not as good as the Inner Universe, but it is definitely far superior to the general Minor World.

With a few flashes of light, everyone appeared here.

There are people from the three religions, and there are also people from the West Pole, and there are still ten people each.

Among the ten people in the West Pole, the leader is still Sakyamuni Buddha. At this moment, he has recovered, his face is calm, and he can't see what he is thinking. Only when he sees Cang Shitian, his eyes are full of waves.

In this regard, Cang Shitian also smiled playfully and responded to Sakyamuni.

"you!"

Such behavior naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the other nine people in the West Pole.

"Arrogance!"

The three sects looked at each other in blank dismay, and couldn't help feeling that their son was too fierce.

I saw a person walking up to Cang Shitian, with a light figure, and said respectfully: "Master Shengzi, be careful, there are no rules here except for the restrictions of the law, soul, and body in the training, that is to say... you can kill people!"

The person who spoke was Yun Miumiao, who did not expect him to participate in all three games, which shows how powerful he is.

At this moment, there was a dark light in his eyes, although it was said to remind Cang Shitian, but obviously, it was to inform Cang Shitian of the rules, telling him to act harder.

"Oh? I see." Cang Shitian's divine light flashed, he was so smart, he naturally understood the ethereal meaning of White Cloud.

Cang Shitian smiled playfully, and when he turned to look at them, there was already a light in his eyes like a hunter looking at his prey.

"You don't have to go on stage, it would be embarrassing to bump into each other when the time comes, I'm enough alone." Cang Shitian said with a faint smile.

"Yes!" Everyone from the Three Sects responded.

Hearing such words, they felt warm in their hearts. They didn't expect that their holy son was still thinking about them and didn't want them to be hurt.

Naturally, Cang Shitian didn't know their inner drama. He just simply felt that... the three religions were weak. They were not Xuezang-level geniuses. They didn't even have a Saint. The highest strength would not surpass the Holy Realm, and they were not as good as him alone.

Of course it’s not that they are really weak. It can only be said that Cang Shitian is too strong. How many young Saints are there in the world?

Wang Changsheng counts as one, and Wang Teng counts as one. Who can become a saint in Hundred Years?

However, this made the faces of the nine people in the West Pole change. Except for Sakyamuni Buddha, none of them had any chance of winning against Cang Shitian, and even if the opponent hit hard, they would have no chance of surviving.

Thinking of this, several people couldn't help but turn pale.

They have only lived a Hundred Year, and they don't want to ruin their lives, so they look at Sakyamuni Buddha.

Among the ten of them, only Shakya broke into the holy realm.

However, Sakyamuni frowned. He was about to ask the nine people to end, but in an instant, memories kept reappearing in his mind.

"Pilgrims from the Prosperous Buddhist Gate..."

"Worshiping Buddha? Or worshiping own desire..."

"If you don't believe me, come down to the world and have a look..."

Memories are constantly intertwined in my mind, and one picture after another flashes by.

remember that time.

When he said to step down, many monks saw greed, desire, and unwillingness.

But now, the monks know the strength of the other party, and they would rather give up the glory of Buddhism and the luck of the world, for themselves.

Exactly... what is a Buddha?

he does not know.

But... this is definitely not the Buddha in his heart.

Before he knew it, he fell silent, ignoring the eyes of several people.