The sky is as cold as water at night.
Watching the two ghost kings enter the city, the old Buddha's figure melted into the shadows and he walked quickly towards the West Tianling Mountain. However, when he was passing through a secluded place, he suddenly heard the autumn leaves were killing him and attacked him in the form of sword energy.
He was startled.
Without time to think too much, he bent his hands and raised them in front of his chest. He pushed his palms out violently, and the Buddhist Fearless Seal met the sword energy. The Buddha's light collided with the sword's light, and he took a few steps back.
"rustle."
The bamboo sticks swayed, the wind of the sword scraped the bones, the old Buddha looked around vigilantly:
"who is it?"
"Tsk, tsk."
A tongue-smacking sound with a hint of joking came from behind, and the storm suddenly stopped.
The old Buddha turned his head reflexively and saw a young man who looked like a boy or a girl. He was so handsome that he was almost coquettish. His arms were folded, leaning against the green bamboo, and he was looking at him up and down:
"It seems."
"The God Transformation Overhaul is not as omniscient and omnipotent as the legend says. He is clearly right under his nose and can still be penetrated by the details from the netherworld."
As soon as this statement came out.
Lao Fo's pupils instantly dilated, and he subconsciously had the urge to kill and silence him.
He is Huang Quan's undercover agent at Leiyin Temple.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are struggles. The underworld is not monolithic: Fengdu City, Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Senluo Hell...
The various underworld forces basically operate independently.
therefore.
Rao is the city lord of Fengdu who was also born in the underworld, so he doesn't even know where he is.
result.
The uninvited human young master in front of him revealed the secret.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Lao Fo weighed the pros and cons, and finally suppressed the murderous intention in his heart, because after secretly deducing countless possibilities, he was horrified to find that he could not see through the other party!
even.
He had no idea when the opponent came behind him. This could only mean one thing: the person coming was far more powerful than him and invincible. If he took action, he would die!
also.
The previous sword energy obviously contained the element of mercy, otherwise it would definitely not be resolved so easily. In this case, we can talk if we can, and if we can't reach an agreement, let's talk.
The old Buddha, who died once, cherished his life more than anyone else.
"Aren't you always curious about the person behind Yu Lian?"
"It's you!"
Chen Yi always maintained a gentle smile on his face, but the words he said made the old Buddha, who prided himself on being unfazed by favors and humiliations, feel overwhelmed and stirred up huge waves.
The mysterious backer behind Jin Chan is standing in front of him alive?
and.
Just the tip of the iceberg of hidden strength revealed on the surface is terrifying and unreasonable... What is the background of this guy? How come you've never heard of it before?
"Actually, I didn't want to be born so early."
Chen Yi shook his head helplessly: "But I can't ignore your attack on my disciple, and it just so happens that the secret in you successfully attracted my attention..."
Speaking of which.
The smile suddenly faded and became expressionless, and the coercion slowly bloomed, causing the void to tremble: "So, are you going to cooperate obediently, or are you going to be searched for your soul?"
Just for a moment.
Lao Fo felt that his soul was about to be torn to pieces by the opponent's sword. For the first time, he felt the insignificance of an ant looking up at the giant and the sky, and a biting chill spread throughout his body.
Like falling into an ice cave.
Deep despair and powerlessness followed, forcing him to kneel down to relieve the pain of suffocation, and his consciousness was being taken away bit by bit.
Darkness invades.
The terrifying hallucination of turning into a lone boat in the storm made the old monk understand that if he didn't do something to remedy the situation, the pressure here alone...
It's enough to crush him alive!
then.
He resolutely abandoned his arrogance as a master of the mortal-slaying realm. He knelt down, raised his left hand high, and shouted with all his strength, "Your Excellency, please spare your life!"
The pressure dissipated.
"Huh, huh..."
A narrow escape from death.
The old Buddha lay on the ground and breathed in the fresh air. A chill came on his back. He stretched out his hand to touch it and woke up. Unknowingly, cold sweat had soaked through his clothes:
"You are in the Mortal Slayer realm, why, why are you so strong?"
