Wearing A Book Villain, The Empress Design Collapsed

In the secret room, there was a woman's cries and begging for mercy. Even in the secret room, it was faintly transmitted. At the door of the secret room, the two Buddha Supremes looked at each other.

Is this still a place of Buddhist cultivation? It's just mind blowing. . .

"Amitabha..."

To be honest, the faint voice made the two Buddhas who had practiced penance for thousands of years almost fail on the spot.

I don't know how I feel in my heart. At this moment, I can only listen to this voice, and I don't know whether it is right or wrong to use the Buddhist reincarnation method to call back Huanxi Venerable.

"Amitābha, senior brother, such evil skills are really a great blow to my Buddhist reputation."

"It's okay, others don't know."

"But what should these girls do?"

After all, according to the rumors, this Buddha was just a one-night stand with a woman, and he would never touch a second time.

And these women whose yin was harvested to supplement yang, after this, their fate was extremely miserable.

After taking a supplement once, the whole person is like an old woman. She is about the age of sixteen or seventeen, but her body is as withered. If she is in her fifties, others will believe it.

"How to keep others from knowing?"

"Naturally..."

One of the Buddhas made a gesture of wiping his neck, and the fate of these women was already doomed.

It is conceivable that these women are about to disappear in this world.

The blame can only be blamed on my own bad luck and credulity in Buddhism.

The intermittent screams lasted for nearly twelve hours.

At this moment, in the secret room, the eye-catching scene is really impressive. . .

It's unsightly, this place is still a place of Buddhist cultivation, it's like a lair.

Buddhism Buddhism. . . Simply outrageous.

At this moment, Sakyamuni had a satisfied expression on his face.

Although the soul of Huanxi Venerable has been wiped out, it has inherited the opponent's Realm and evil power.

I can't hold myself back at all.

After meeting the young woman in this room, the Cultivation Technique in Sakyamuni's body started to work automatically.

"I didn't expect that this strength has actually increased."

At this moment, Sakyamuni, how could he be in the mood to care about these women who fell on the ground, breathing in more and exhaling less.

In the eyes of Sakyamuni, these women are nothing but Human Cauldron who practiced kung fu by himself.

The most important thing is to improve one's own strength.

"Amitābha, congratulations to Venerable on his great strength."

At this moment, the door of the secret room was finally opened.

Sakyamuni's face was rosy, and there was a divine light in his eyes, and he could tell at a glance that this was the result of his great power.

"Tens of thousands of years, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

"Venerable, Master wants to talk to Venerable."

"It's okay, lead the way."

"Yes, this way, Venerable, please."

The latter immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

But at this moment, Sakyamuni's mood is a little complicated.

Looking back at the end, the woman in this room may be the last day of her life.

Sakyamuni never thought that one day he would become so cold-blooded.

"No, it's not own's fault, it's all Buddhism forced to own."

Sakyamuni said to himself, if not, the only one who will be sacrificed will be himself.

Perhaps, this is the sorrow of the weak, no matter where it is, the result is the same.

"Happy Venerable, I haven't seen you in tens of thousands of years, are you okay?"

Inside the secret room, an old voice came.

The tone is gentle, even with a breathtaking feeling.

As if hearing his voice, the whole person can calm down.

"I haven't seen you for tens of thousands of years, but you are not dead."

"Amitabha..."

"Okay, in front of me, there is no need to act."

"Venerable, the resurrection is due to you this time, the price paid by the White Horse Temple is not small."

"White Horse Temple? If I remember correctly, these Human Cauldrons are not like you from White Horse Temple."

"Supreme is joking, they are all Buddhist disciples, why should they be so clearly distinguished."

"Yes, both are Buddhist disciples."

Sakyamuni said so, but his mood was very disdainful.

Up to now, he is still so shameless.

This is true of Buddhism up and down, no wonder.

As for this time, it was just a test.

As a Buddha, it is naturally impossible to check his soul, but from the beginning to the end, there is no doubt about Sakyamuni's actions.

In comparison, naturally there is no need to worry.

After testing each other, Sakyamuni said goodbye and left.

As for the old man, he fell silent.

"Hey, it's not bad, quite a talent for acting."

In the middle of the night, a Daoist figure appeared in Sakyamuni's room.

It was none other than the peerless and powerful man who sent the soul-destroying bell into Sakyamuni's body.

The heavily guarded White Horse Temple is really not worth mentioning in this person's eyes.

"Shakya met senior, thank senior for saving his life."

"Help? Haha...no need!"

The latter laughed.

"Senior is Sakyamuni's savior, so Sakyamuni should be more respectful."

"Help? Hehe, in your heart, you wish to destroy this emperor. When the time comes, you won't be afraid that things will be revealed."

"This... the senior seems to have misunderstood."

"Misunderstanding? Haha, you Buddhists are all so hypocritical."

The mysterious strong man burst out laughing.

But outside the house, there was no movement at all.

"It's not bad. This emperor underestimated you, and actually absorbed seven points of that fellow Huanxi's skill. Not bad."

"Senior, but do you want to get back the killing bell? Junior will return it to you..."

The moment Sakyamuni approached, he suddenly made a move.

This. . .

"Haha, this emperor just said that people in Buddhism are just a bunch of white-eyed wolves."

As soon as these words were spoken, the mysterious strongman snapped his fingers.

At the next moment, Sakyamuni's face was ashen, and he fell to his knees on the ground in an instant, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

how come? why?

I have obviously got the spirit of Huanxi Venerable, why? why. . .

At this moment, in Sakyamuni's sea of ​​consciousness, a black figure suddenly appeared. This black shadow was none other than the Joy Venerable that Sakyamuni had long ago wiped out.

What the hell is going on here?

"It's very strange, it has obviously solved the other party's soul."

This one seemed to be talking to himself at all, and he didn't even care about Sakyamuni's sneak attack just now.

"This soul-destroying bell is an ancient artifact. In addition to helping you suppress Huanxi, it can also imprison your soul. Can you feel it now?"

Sakyamuni gritted his teeth at this moment, and naturally felt it.

"Hmph, let me tell you, since this emperor can save you, he can also destroy you.

"I agreed to the conditions of this emperor. If you can't do it, this emperor can make your life worse than death at any time."

With that said, the suppression was lifted.

But at this moment Sakyamuni, there is no arrogance of Buddha Supreme.

At this moment, the whole person fell to his knees on the ground, with beads of sweat all over his forehead.

Scary, really scary.