Zhang Chen and Zhang Lan stood together and waited quietly.
Waiting for the arrival of those powerful men from the Western Region in the distance.
Soon, the space trembled violently for a while, and powerful figures walked out of the void.
As soon as these figures appeared, rays of holy merit filled the entire sky.
The creatures in the Western Region below saw these lights of merit and quickly knelt down on the ground and prayed devoutly.
The true Buddha has appeared!
And it’s not one real Buddha, but dozens of them!
Zhang Chen frowned as he looked at the scene below.
"Ignorance."
Some Buddhist cultivators in the quasi-emperor realm can actually be worshiped as true gods.
It is conceivable to what extent the Western Region has brainwashed these creatures.
At the front of these figures was an ordinary-looking old man.
Wearing a worn-out cassock, he was completely silent, just like a mortal.
The old man clasped his hands together with a compassionate expression on his face.
"Amitabha! What are the intentions of all the benefactors who came to our Western Region with such great efforts?"
While speaking, many quasi-emperors of the Western Region chanted the Buddha's name in unison.
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
"Amitabha!"
"..."
The entire sky was filled with the sound of Buddha's voice.
Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard these Buddhist names.
There are actually soul attacks mixed in. Do these old monks want to put pressure on them?
It's just a pity that you overestimate your own strength!
Even he can ignore these soul attacks, let alone Zhang Shanhe and others whose cultivation realm has already reached the pinnacle of quasi-emperor.
"You're just a little skilled, but you still dare to do the same thing?!"
Zhang Shanhe's voice was like a great bell, with sound waves spitting out from his mouth.
Many voices chanting the Buddha's name were instantly suppressed, leaving only Zhang Shanhe's voice.
The faces of the powerful quasi-emperors from the Western Regions who were chanting the Buddha's name changed, and they all took a step back, their spiritual auras fluctuating a little.
Just one sentence made their souls unstable. He was worthy of being the ancestor of the ancient Zhang family, an old monster who had lived for nearly a million years!
The old man's expression did not change at all, and was still filled with compassion.
"We in the Western Region have not offended your ancient Zhang family. Aren't you afraid of triggering a war by being so provocative?"
While speaking, the quasi-emperors of the Western Region who had just been intimidated came back to their senses and showed angry expressions.
Zhang Lan took a step forward and a cold voice sounded.
"If you want to fight, then fight. I'm not looking down on you. I can suppress you guys by myself!"
"Old Bald Donkey, did you forget about the ancient Chen family so quickly?"
The compassionate old man's expression froze and he sighed.
"You all know, yes, it was my ancient Bodhi Temple's idea."
"But it's really because you, the ancient Zhang family, broke the balance, so we have to do this."
"Now that you have destroyed the Seven Holy Lands and the Chaos Holy Land, it's time to stop, right?"
"Everyone, you'd better come back, otherwise there will be serious consequences."
Zhang Chen laughed directly.
The culprit of the ancient Bodhi Temple can actually say such things, it is really shameless.
What this old bald donkey means is very simple. You have wiped out all the accomplices, and your anger should be gone. Go back and forth wherever you go.
Otherwise, if you take action later, you will suffer a loss and be unable to survive.
Zhang Shanhe and others also had sneer expressions on their faces.
At this point, he is still quibbling. Not only is he quibbling, but he also has the guts to threaten!
Mo Tianming was a little confused.
What on earth is this old guy thinking?
Don't they think that some quasi-emperors who came from junior high school will be the opponents of their six quasi-emperors who are at the peak of their powers?
Could it be that there are some other trump cards?
Thinking of this, Mo Tianming conveyed his guess to the others.
After receiving Mo Tianming's guess, everyone's eyes fluctuated.
This possibility is very high, but these guys in the Western Region, what are their back-ups?
It seems that there is no backup plan in Beiming Dao Domain that can stop them.
Purple light flashed in Zhang Chen's purple pupils.
It wasn't like he hadn't thought about the reason why the Western Region was so confident because of its trump cards.
Just thinking about it, he didn't expect what kind of trump card it would be.
After all, in Beiming Dao Domain, the quasi-emperors at their peak are the strongest combat power. At this level, almost nothing can threaten them.
In the end, I didn’t think much about it, thinking that it was just the quasi-emperors of the Western Region who didn’t know how high the sky was.
However, as a powerful quasi-emperor, would he be a person who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth?
Obviously, no.
Zhang Chen looked at the many powerful men in the Western Region with some curiosity.
What is it that can give them so much confidence?
Zhang Lan's whole body bloomed with golden aura, he stepped on the sole of his foot and punched out heavily.
"A bunch of bald donkeys, you are so shameless, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"I only target Bodhi Ancient Temple. The quasi-emperors of other forces can choose to leave. If they don't leave, don't blame me if they fall!"
"boom!"
Huge golden fist shadows spread all over the sky, heading towards the suppression of many quasi-emperors in the Western Region with an indomitable aura.
Zhang Chen looked amazed when he saw this.
With this level of attack, he would never be an opponent in his regular form.
Now that he doesn't use One Thought to Heaven and Kunpeng's Body, his father Zhang Lan is still stronger than him.
In terms of regular combat power, the strongest among them should be Zhang Lan. After all, Zhang Lan was the strong man who almost succeeded in breaking through the Great Emperor!
The old man felt the power in the fist shadow, his expression finally changed, and he roared.
"Gather all your strength and block it!"
After saying this, the golden Buddha light shone all over his body, and his palms were slowly raised.
The palm prints with golden holy light condensed in front of the palm, resisting the front.
Many powerful quasi-emperors in the Western Region looked solemn as they mobilized their power and injected it into the old man's body.
With the support of many quasi-emperors, the old man's aura became strong and he pushed out his palms heavily.
The aura of the palm print changed moment by moment. When it arrived in front of the fist shadow, the aura was almost the same as that of the fist shadow.
"Boom!"
The space is shattered, and the black void is torn apart.
With just one collision, space tens of thousands of miles in radius disappeared.
Soon, the aftermath dissipated, and the old man withdrew his trembling palms, his face ashen.
"If you are like this, then don't blame us!"
After the words fell, the old man's face turned to one of reverence.
"Please Holy Lord!"
The other powerful quasi-emperors also quickly lowered their heads, restrained their strength, and spoke respectfully.
"Please Holy Lord!"
Holy Lord?
Zhang Lan and everyone looked at each other, their expressions condensed.
Is this Holy Lord their trump card?
It’s just the Holy Lord, who is it?
A bad thought suddenly emerged in Zhang Chen's heart.
Holy Lord, Holy...Holy Relics? !
