Reborn 80,000 Years

"You can't kill the old monk, and likewise, the old monk can't kill you either." Ku Buddha clasped his hands together, bowed to Priest Fukong, and softly said "Amitabha".

Hearing this, Daoist Fukong frowned, and the look in his eyes gradually turned cold. In his eyes, there was a little dissatisfaction and disgust, as if he felt quite troublesome and troublesome about the appearance of Ku Buddha.

"What are you doing here again?" Daoist Fukong frowned tightly, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, and asked coldly: "Bitter Buddha, Master Dao has a big heart and doesn't want to argue with you. But, you don't want to You don't know how to flatter, and you are here to anger the Taoist priest! Otherwise, the Taoist priest will definitely kill you!"

When Daoist Fukong said this, his tone was also full of cold murderous intent, the surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the sound of crackling could be heard endlessly. Centering on Daoist Floating Sky's body, a thin layer of ice crystals suddenly formed, exuding bursts of cold air.

However.

Hearing the words of Daoist Fukong, Ku Buddha not only did not panic at all, even his face did not change in any way. Ku Buddha put his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, Fukong, I told you long ago that you and I are one. You can't kill me, and I can't kill you either. You and I can only live forever. Go on, if any one of them dies, you and I will have to see the Tathagata Buddha!"

Speaking of this, Ku Buddha slowly closed his eyes.

There was a thoughtful look on his face.

Hearing Ku Buddha's words, Daoist Fukong's tone froze slightly, as if his throat was pinched by someone, and the words he was about to say just now were also blocked in his throat, like a stick in his throat.

"Then..." Daoist Fukong pondered for a moment, and asked quietly: "Old bald donkey, what are you doing here today? Could it be that you want to sabotage Daoist Master's plan? I advise you to save yourself, it is already The arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Even you can't change anything!"

"No." Hearing the words of Daoist Fukong, Ku Buddha shook his head, and said lightly: "I didn't come this time to hinder you, but I have one thing, I want to ask you I hope you can agree."

"oh?"

As soon as these words came out, Daoist Fukong raised his brows, and his eyes showed curiosity: "Hehe, the sun really came out from the west. I didn't expect that you would have a day to seek the Taoist Lord? Okay, tell me." Listen, maybe Daoist will agree when he is in a good mood!"

Hearing these words, Ku Buddha pondered for a moment.

Afterwards, he clasped his hands together and said softly, "All of you, come out to me!"

"Yes, master." As soon as the words finished, three figures suddenly walked out from the corner of the small island. The three of them stepped out steadily from the corner, and then stood firmly between Ku Buddha and Daoist Fukong.

Of these three people, the one on the left was a fat man with big ears, estimated to weigh two to three hundred catties, like a walking meat ball. But there was a kind smile on his face, he was wearing a yellow robe, and there was a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

And the person on the right is a thin man who is as thin as a firewood. The man's face was full of sternness, and the cold light surged in the long and narrow eyes, shining with a breathtaking cold light. He was wearing a gray robe and also had a string of red prayer beads around his neck.

As for the one in the middle, it seemed much more normal.

Although his appearance is average, his whole person is extraordinary. Like the other two, he consciously wears a string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

Three people, all dressed as monks.

If Yang Chen were here at this moment, he would have uttered a voice in surprise, because these three people are none other than the three guardians of the imperial court!

"The poor monk cicada is cold in autumn..."

"The Poor Monk's High Smoke Cannon..."

"Poor monk Lu Changshui..."

"I have seen the floating benefactor! Amitabha!"

The three of them saluted to Daoist Fukong at the same time, all with respectful expressions on their faces.

Seeing these three people, Daoist Fukong was slightly taken aback, he raised his eyelids, looked at Ku Buddha curiously, and asked suspiciously: "Old bald donkey, you are so good, bring these three little guys here What are you doing? What kind of medicine is sold in your gourd?"

Ku Buddha said indifferently: "These three disciples of the old monk have followed the old monk for many years, but the old monk has nothing to teach them, so... the old monk wants the three of them to go to a wider world!"

As soon as these words came out, Daoist Fukong was slightly taken aback, his eyes showed suspicion: "What do you mean?"

Ku Buddha chuckled, and said, "There is still a hundred years left, and the competition for those keys will begin? You give these three disciples three qualifications and let them compete for them too! Old Monk, as long as three Quota, other than that, I don't ask for anything!"

"You have a good idea!" As soon as the words came out, Daoist Fukong burst into laughter: "Do you know how honorable this quota is? How many people are staring at this quota eagerly! Only when you get the key , can be regarded as having the qualification to enter the higher plane! It is considered to have the qualification to participate in the plane war! I have already given Yang Chen a default quota, which is already beyond my principles, you still want me to give them Three places? Dreaming!"

"Amitabha, you have already given Yang Chen one place, so what's the point of giving them three more places?" Ku Buddha smiled slightly and said, "Fukong, you can't refuse me, otherwise, you know that if I don't What will happen if you try your best..."

As soon as these words came out, Daoist Fukong's expression changed.

The anger in the eyes suddenly welled up.

But his expression became hesitant, as if he was seriously thinking about Ku Buddha's words.

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Shura tribe.

The battle between Yang Chen and Patriarch Shura continued.

Let's talk about the huge movement caused by the collision of the Immortal Immortal Lotus and the Heavenly Thunder, which almost destroyed the entire Shura clan. Looking around, the originally prosperous and majestic holy land of the Shura tribe was already devastated and dilapidated. The main hall in the center was also turned into ruins by the explosion. Countless Shura people were submerged in the ruins and lost their lives.

The red blood dyed the whole earth red.

The soaring stench permeated the surroundings.

And after the dust dispersed, the figures of Yang Chen and Patriarch Shura were gradually exposed in the air, and Yang Chen was still standing there intact. On the other hand, Patriarch Shura looked in a state of embarrassment. His clothes were torn apart by the explosion and turned into tattered rags. His body was covered with blood. He was originally handsome. His long red hair has become even more scorched black at this moment, exuding an unpleasant smell.

The Blood Prison Asura Spear had been broken at some point and became tattered.