The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Da da da······!

Gu Tianshu walked very slowly and steadily!

But every step he takes, his aura is even stronger!

He is not an emperor, but he is the most powerful saint under the quasi-emperor.

Just like before the ancient mines in the early days, defeat is nothing but death.

The road will eventually come to an end, and the rays of light from the three pieces of pole-dao imperial soldiers illuminate the entire road leading to the eighteenth floor of hell.

Two chains made entirely of Dao robbery gold crossed in front of them, and the incomplete swastika characters were still shining with dim light.

"The seal is invalid~!"

"Is it the seal left by Emperor Amitabha back then?"

Ignoring the broken seal, stepping through two golden chains made of robbery gold, the space underfoot changed, Gu Tianshu and Ji Wudi had already appeared in a dark and deep space.

It is cold and empty, and it is impossible to feel the passage of time, nor to perceive the existence of space.

This place is like a place abandoned by God, a prison of loneliness!

A faint dark red light flickered, and a supreme existence opened his eyes, and the dark red was his eyes!

"Devil-destroying pestle, what a weapon I miss. After so many years, has even your master forgotten it? Jie Jie~!"

The Buddha's light in the sky rose, illuminating the figure where the existence was. A bald young man with a handsome white face, a well-proportioned figure and folded hands appeared in front of the two of them.

Behind it is a big Buddha who is modeled after him, but whose face cannot be seen clearly, guarding him.

Blood-red rays of light bloomed from behind the Buddha, and the Buddha gradually showed his face, resentment, evil, jealousy, greed, unwillingness, etc. Various faces appeared on its face, and thousands of faces appeared in just a short moment.

"Jie Jie...Jie Jie...West Heaven...Magic...Magic...!"

Like a blood-colored demon Buddha standing behind the youth, the youth slowly got up, stretched out his right hand and held it lightly against the void.

"Are you still struggling, come back, come back to my side~!"

The Ji Dao Emperor Soldier was struggling with the demon pestle, and the bald young man who was the stubborn resister was summoned.

"Emperor Amitabha? No, you are not him!"

The imperial soldiers of the demon-destroying pestle were resisting, and a golden Buddha appeared, which was the slander within it, and he was scolding the bald youth.

"I'm not Amitabha? Then how can I explain the similar face between me and Qi? Are you unfamiliar with this breath!"

The evil Buddha behind the bald-headed youth was shocked, and a great Buddha that was as holy and slander as the devil appeared. In the prison of loneliness, the two most divine and holy Amitabha Buddha Dharma bodies confronted each other.

"Amitabha, come soldiers~!"

Just listening to the bald youth on the opposite side shouting loudly, the Ji Dao Emperor Soldier's Demon Subduing pestle was moving towards him inch by inch...  

"Stop him, we must not let him control the demon pestle, otherwise we will be in danger~!"

Ji Wudi opened his mouth, and the ripples in the void mirror space flowed, trying to isolate the demon-subduing pestle from the bald youth.

"When... when... when... when...!"

Beginningless Bell hung in the air, directly suppressing the past at the bald youth.

Gu Tianshu had great courage and directly attacked the bald youth!

"Jie Jie, the emperor's dignity cannot be humiliated, the little guy who doesn't know how to live or die~!"

"Om・・・・・・・・・・・・・             "

The six Buddhist mantras turned into characters, suspended above the head of the bald youth, directly intercepting the Beginningless Bell in mid-air, so that the Beginningless Bell could never fall.

"If you want to suppress me with a piece of Extreme Dao Imperial Armament, even if your master Wushi comes, it won't work~!"

"Because I am Amitabha, the supreme emperor of the Nine Heavens~!"

Blood light gradually appeared in the eyes of the bald-headed young man, and the palm that he stretched out and grasped ruthlessly, the demon-subduing pestle let out a whimper, and the golden Buddha that was transformed by the god within it trembled and almost collapsed.

"You can see clearly, that is not Emperor Amitabha Buddha, it is an evil god's slander~!"

Ji Wudi shouted loudly, shouting 0.9 to the subduing pestle.

"God's slander? Hmph, Amitabha is dead, so I am Emperor Amitabha, a supreme demon Buddha born from Jiuyou~!"

The bald youth expressed disdain for Ji Wudi's words!

"Then I'll let you see if my power is the supreme emperor. Thousands of beliefs are imposed on me, the real body of the devil, gather me~!"

As his words were uttered, all the places where the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths once believed in Emperor Amitabha and built a temple for him, one after another, the power of pure faith rose and gathered towards the ancient star of Yinghuo.

Beidou, Western Desert, the largest place of Buddhist belief in the entire universe.

Qin Xuan looked at the power of faith rising from the sky, a supreme Buddha whose face could not be seen was born out of thin air, and a breath of the nine heavens filled the air, which seemed to recall Amitabha Buddha's former great emperor Dao fruit!

"My God, what happened, even Emperor Amitabha came out~!"

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine Emperor Shadows

Qin Xuan was on the ruins of the Mengtu tribe of the Western Desert Monster Clan, waiting for the revenge of the Blood Crows and the return of the Black Emperor.

However, before the two of them waited, they saw the power of faith emanating from the sky above the Western Desert!

This made his complexion change greatly, and he had a bad premonition.