I, signed for ten thousand years, was exposed by my beautiful apprentice

There are countless clones of the Buddha Flame Root spread throughout the vast divine land.

These clones were also relatively unfamiliar to Nagarjuna Buddha.

His true body is the Wu Kong Tree, and his original roots do not have so many clones, nor are they so powerful.

But after being captured by the mysterious man, he didn't know what he did to the roots. His roots began to evolve crazily.

Although he integrated the Buddha Flame Root, Nagarjuna Buddha also discovered that the Buddha Flame Root was in a state of madness, and the original memory was fragmented, making it difficult to find clues to the mastermind behind the scenes.

The only thing he knew was that there were too many clones of Buddha Flame Root, spread throughout the Divine Land, and all of them were in a hidden state.

In a hurry, Nagarjuna Buddha looked back and found that the killing god with the sword was not far away from him.

The muscles in his face twitched.

This terrifying guy has been chasing after him, and it seems he has to kill himself before he can stop.

"I absolutely cannot die. Lord Infinite Light Buddha asked me to come to the divine land just to find this second Purple Buddha and at the same time find out the reason why this person became a Purple Buddha. If I die like this, how should I explain to Lord Buddha? "

A thought emerged in the mind of Nagarjuna Buddha.

This Jambudvipa contains amazing secrets.

This person actually practiced the Maha Infinite Sutra.

The most frightening thing is that the immeasurable secrets of Buddhism mastered by this person are weaker than his own, but they are authentic at first glance.

The so-called true transmission is like the transmission from the World Honored One himself.

This puzzled Buddha Nagarjuna.

Without the personal teachings of the World Honored One, how could this guy succeed in cultivation while far away in the divine land?

There must be an amazing secret hidden in him!

As a disciple of Lord Infinite Light Buddha, Nagarjuna Buddha must find a way to understand the reason.

Thinking of this, Nagarjuna Buddha struck hard and tore apart the void faster.

The wounds on his body were now scabbed.

All right.

His true form is the Wu Kong Tree, possessing powerful regeneration capabilities.

After flying out of the sky above the Ten Thousand Buddhas Realm.

After feeling it silently, Nagarjuna Buddha suddenly fell from mid-air and plunged into the underground space.

"Did you get buried in the ground?"

Ye Yun flew up into the sky, with a smile on his face and looked down.

After entering the ground, Nagarjuna's speed became faster, and the thick soil did not form any resistance.

"It's as I expected. He wants to fuse all his clones, but he has so many clones scattered all over the land. I don't know how long it will take to fuse..."

Ye Yun said softly, with a helpless smile on his face.

With a flash of his body, he fell from the air and got into the soil.

The Buddha Flame Root merged with Nagarjuna Buddha and now began to gather clones, which was a good thing for Ye Yun.

He wasn't about to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Nagarjuna Buddha dived all the way down, covering thousands of miles, and then began to move sideways in a certain direction.

Ye Yun followed behind.

Although the soil deep underground gave him resistance, the resistance was minimal and could not slow him down.

"There are actually two clones of the Divine Realm nearby..."

Nagarjuna Buddha was overjoyed.

Under his powerful inspiration, two khaki rays of light flew towards him from two directions.

It only takes half a stick of incense.

Two rays of light merged into his body one after another, which made Nagarjuna Buddha's aura rise again.

"Haha, I would like to thank the mysterious man who slashed me with a sword. Without him, how could I have so many clones in my roots?"

Nagarjuna Buddha smiled slightly, feeling full of confidence.

There is no doubt that the guy behind him has been unable to catch up with him, especially when he entered the deep underground and was blocked by the soil, the opponent's speed seemed to be slightly affected.

Although it is not obvious, if you chase for a long time, you will naturally create some distance.

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Now Nagarjuna Buddha felt relieved.

As long as he keeps looking for clones and integrating them into his true form, his strength will continue to improve.

Especially if he finds more clones of the God King Realm, then once his cultivation reaches the tenth level of the God King Realm, or half a step to the God King Realm, he can easily suppress the guy behind him.

Nagarjuna Buddha kept galloping underground, and Ye Yun followed him calmly.

The two of them chased and escaped, traveling through the vast sacred land.

Time passes quickly.

Seven days have passed in a flash.

Nagarjuna Buddha fused seventy or eighty clones of the Buddha Flame Root in sequence, but they were all clones of the divine realm.

Although the strength has been improved, there is still a huge gap between it and Nagarjuna Buddha's previous vision.

"This won't work..."

Nagarjuna Buddha was a little anxious.

If he continues at this pace, he will not be able to overwhelm the guy behind him in terms of strength within ten or eight years.

"Foyan root!"

A piece of spiritual consciousness of Nagarjuna Buddha instantly entered the sea of ​​consciousness world of Buddha Flame Root.

Although he merged with the Buddha Flame Root, the two people did not actually merge with their spiritual consciousness.

After all, after tens of millions of years, this Buddha Flame Root is no longer the root system it used to be. It has been transformed and evolved into something else.

And this Buddha Flame Root has always been in a state of madness, and was forcibly suppressed by Nagarjuna Buddha.

"Aren't you going to suppress me?"

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, a commoner boy stood in the Buddha's light, with a crazy face, looking at the purple monk opposite, and let out a sneer.

"You and I are originally one. The reason why I suppressed you was because you were in an unstable state..."

Nagarjuna Buddha sighed.

The Buddha Flame Root in the sea of ​​consciousness has been suppressed by him, and the crazy state has subsided.

"Thousands of years ago, you and I were one, but I was created later and was already a brand new life form. It was my mistake to be attacked and fused by you this time!"

The commoner boy sneered.

Buddha Nagarjuna's face lit up and he said hopefully, "You still remember what happened thousands of years ago!"

"Remember a little, but not much."

The commoner boy said coldly.

He did only remember a little. After all, his memory was now fragmented and he couldn't remember many things clearly.

Including who made him evolve and what methods were used to make him evolve, he had no idea about these processes.

Nagarjuna Buddha looked serious and said calmly: "The Jambudvipa behind him has been chasing after him all the time. His sword skills are extremely good and he can cause huge damage to our physical body..."

"So what? It's you, the old ghost, who died, not me!"

The commoner boy sneered.

"I will not die. This ray of my consciousness can leave the world of Divine Land at a critical moment..."

Nagarjuna Buddha said with a cold face.

The commoner boy was silent, seeming to be remembering something.

After a moment, he raised his head, the madness on his face lessened a bit, and said coldly: "Leaving the Divine Land? Are you kidding me? Can you still return to the Ancient World?"

"Do you still remember the ancient world?"

Nagarjuna Buddha was slightly startled, and then his eyes were in a trance, as if he was remembering an extremely ancient past event.

"I can't remember clearly, but I remember that Wu Kong Tree came from the Ancient World. Is this correct?"

The commoner boy spread his hands and said.

"You are right, the Wu Kong Tree is not a species from the Divine Land, but comes from the distant ancient world!"

Although Nagarjuna Buddha's face was indifferent, when he recalled his hometown, there was also a look of loneliness on his face.