"Huh......" The red-haired man let out a cry of surprise, which clearly reached Lin Kunyan's ears. But it only made a puzzled sound, and after glancing at Lin Kunyan with a sly smile again, he shifted his attention to the people opposite.

It was the Emperor Shakti, that is, the Shakyati Heng Indra in Indian Buddhism, and Lin Kunkun suddenly thought that there was such a record in the miscellaneous histories that he had read on the earth. And if I'm not mistaken, there is no doubt that the withered branch is Shakti's sidearm. No wonder, no wonder this branch can be the foundation of this great array. Emperor Shakti, one of the three main Buddhas of Indian Buddhism, if it is really about generation, only the introduction and Zhun Ti can be compared with it, and the ancient Buddha of the burning lamp is only one of his juniors. Those so-called Indian myths and legends are not credible, Lin Kunkun affirmed this, after coming to the Taoist world, many people and things are very consistent with the classics on the earth, but there is a world of difference. In contrast, on the contrary, those wild histories, miscellaneous talks tend to be more status quo.

Since this is the case, then the one next to Emperor Shakti will have nothing else but King Ming. Only the Ming King is such a fierce and vicious look, and at the same time, only this Ming King, who is in charge of violence and destruction, the representative of destruction and rebirth in the Buddhist family, has the ability to command the eight heavenly dragons. The person opposite them, thinking with his toes, could not have a second person other than the Randeng Ancient Buddha. Even if the temple didn't run rampant in the Dao Treasure world for some reason, even if it was because of this kind of latent existence, there were many restrictions on their development. But there was no doubt that a strong person like Indra would only be an existence standing at the pinnacle, except for the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, he couldn't think of anyone else who could hold on under the oppression of such a strong person and the power of so many dead cultivators.

"Donor. You didn't come at the right time. A struggling but resolute old voice sounded in Lin Kunkun's ears, very clear, but there was an ethereal feeling.

Transsion. This Lin Kunkun will also, it should be said that as early as when Yuan Ying cultivated, Lin Kunkun would already know. It's just that with his strength, he can exert it within a range of ten meters at most, and he has to infuse his whole body. With the continuous improvement of strength, the current Lin Kunkun can also be divided into two parts, but the distance to the sound transmission cannot exceed the range of three hundred meters. But this sound is different, this is the sound of burning a lamp, Lin Kunyan can be sure without thinking about it. Don't look at it now, they all seem to be on the same battlefield, but you must know that with their cultivation, even among all of them, Lin Kunkun's cultivation is not top-notch, and their sight and voice will not be affected by the range of these two or three thousand meters.

The transmission of the burning lamp completely demonstrated his strength, and the two of them were thousands of meters apart, and he did it when he needed to resist Indra's attacks all the time. Lin Kunkun wanted to say, wanted to tell Randeng, "I didn't mean to, if I could choose again, I would definitely not come." No matter how many doubts and curiosity I have in my heart. But I'm not done yet, and I don't want to see God in this place for no reason. But he can't, he doesn't have the kind of cultivation that goes through the sky like lighting a lamp, he can only think about it in his heart.

Lin Kunkun felt that he was excellent, not excellent in the general definition, but really excellent. He believed in both the Buddha of Western Bliss and the God of Heaven. They don't want to see themselves in hell. So Lin Kunkun also reacted in a timely manner, just as he thought that his appearance was unique, and he also felt that he had an excellent acting talent like an actor, although such talent has not been verified. However, Lin Kunkun still wanted to transform the thoughts in his heart into moving facial expressions, so that they could be conveyed to the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha. As for why he wanted to pass it on to the Ancient Buddha of the Burning Lamp, he didn't have a reason, he just thought, since you are a compassionate Buddhist disciple, then you won't die without help. What's more, those cultivators behind you, many of them should also be ordinary cultivators around here, since they are all saved, then there won't be more of the three of us.

It's a pity that Randen obviously hasn't seen those classics on the earth, and even Zhou Xingxing's eyebrows and teases may not have been cultivated to the home. After a long time, when Lin Kunyan felt his facial muscles begin to twitch, the sound of burning the lamp came into his ears again.

It's just that in a short period of time, there is a huge difference between the two transmissions of the lamp, and Lin Kunyan can hear from his voice that the weakness of the lamp is obviously weaker than the previous time.

"Cause and effect. There is no escape from a cause and effect. Today I should have suffered such karma, but it accumulated to others. Donor, I have compassion for all things, but I don't have the power to save all things. Whether you survive or not depends on your creation. For Indra, I am no longer able to resist, and the Bodhi of sentient beings left by my ancestor has basically reached its extreme. However, in the next step I will be desperate, and there will be a brief opening of the enchantment of Bodhi for all beings, and this is your chance. When I resist Indra and King Ming, if you can buy time to enter the Bodhi Barrier of Sentient Beings, then your life should not be extinguished, and it can be regarded as another good fruit before the path is eliminated. When the sound of the burning lamp reached Lin Kunyan's ears, Lin Kunyan unconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the burning lamp. At the same time, as if to confirm to Lin Kunkun that what he heard was not an illusion, the eyes of the burning lamp were also handed over. The eyes met in mid-air, and Lin Kunyan also knew the self-sacrificing feelings in Randeng's heart.

......Without any warning, the lamp suddenly stood up from the ground, and before its body was stable, it disappeared in place. And the golden mist shield also seemed to be infused with magical power in an instant, the light burst out, and the blood red outside the shield was scattered without the slightest room for resistance, and the golden light still thought about the position of the dead wood and extended out. And Indra and King Ming didn't seem to react, they still looked at the golden canopy with a strange smile, as if they were still enjoying the refreshing feeling of constantly eliminating the cultivation of burning the lamp bit by bit. By the time something felt wrong, everything had changed drastically, and the withered wood seemed to be unable to withstand the mixture of various forces, and it cracked rapidly until it turned into pieces of decaying wood and scattered on the ground......

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(Tianjin)