"Hahaha, I'm killing innocents, you're the devil. The nine-headed golden eagle roared, and its golden luster was even worse, and it leaped forward, its huge body trying to avoid the five-fingered sacred mountain.

"Needless to say, let's do it!" the lark flipped his hand and chased directly after the nine-headed golden eagle.

"In the past, on the Ancient Dao Divine Mountain, you killed and looted indiscriminately, and finally suppressed a genius of the Ru family, and you have been tormented by suffering and desire to suffer, you are the real demon. ”

"On the ancient road god mountain, the Buddha had no choice but to do so. ”

"And what about the genius of the Ru family?" the nine-headed golden eagle scoffed.

"Entrusted by the deceased. The Buddha sighed softly, his eyes cloudy, as if recalling that distant time.

With the help of the 'Buddha's distraction, the nine-headed golden eagle let out a long roar, and its figure quickly became smaller, expanding rapidly, and it didn't dare to stay here at all.

It's a pity that the big golden hand, the five-fingered sacred mountain, seems to have a kind of magic, no matter where it is, the sacred mountain always follows.

In the end, one finger was pressed down, and the majestic energy quickly exploded, followed by the other four fingers.

"You're the devil, why are you suppressing me?"

"I am not a nine-headed golden eagle, I am a holy communion. ”

"Hahaha, damn fatty. It was furious and wanted to struggle, and all kinds of powerful supernatural powers rumbled out.

It's a pity that the Five-Fingered Divine Mountain is as solid as gold, the precipitation is towering, and the strength is like a mountain, and he is not allowed to break free at all, and he is crushing it here.

People were terrified, and they didn't know how to face such a situation for a while.

Buddha?

The true ancestor of Buddhism.

He turned out to be alive.

Especially Chen Yuanyuan, Wu Qingfeng, Lan Yanyan and many other Wuji disciples.

looked at the lark that was smuggling, crazy, and unreliable on weekdays, and had such an amazing background.

Bang!

The five-fingered sacred mountain was put away by the lark, and the nine-headed golden eagle was naturally detained in his hand, and all the gods dispersed and returned to peace.

At the age of eleven or twelve, with a beautiful face, red lips and white teeth, he has become the focus of everyone.

"Anitabha, the years go by, thousands of years pass in the blink of an eye, and this battle should stop. He spoke, his gaze sweeping over everyone: "The real enemy is not you, me, or him, but from the fairy world. ”

His gaze deepened, as if he had pierced through that barrier and seen something he shouldn't have seen.

"Stop!" he looked at Li Pu.

Li Pu's body was shocked, and he was suddenly grateful to the lark for accepting the nine-headed golden eagle, but this did not mean that he would stop, this killing, even if it was killed until the sky fell apart, he would continue.

"What people don't want, don't want people, complain about heaven and others, don't complain about yourself. He sighed lightly: "Look back, time is a river of blood, do you want to go on?"

"If you look back, how many friends and relatives are left?"

"Anitabha, I want to stop fighting, just calm down!" His grand voice solemnly echoed in everyone's heart, peaceful, peaceful.

Unconsciously, everyone fell silent at this moment.

Even Xiaolan, who was playing, was silent, and for some reason, her eyes were closed, and a few crystal tears cut through her cheeks.

Li Pu gasped roughly, closed his eyes, and his chaotic thoughts filled his whole body.

If it wasn't for the lark, if he wasn't a 'Buddha', perhaps, the next moment, he would have killed him directly.

But this person is a lark, a 'Buddha'.

Maybe he can't destroy everything today, and in the future, the people of the upper realm will kill him until he has nowhere to stay, right?

Stop?

Since thousands of years ago, there has been no retreat between the two sides, and this never-ending battle will only end when one side is completely destroyed.

Clang!

The grand bell, as if from the nine heavens, the sky, echoes here, clearly penetrating everyone's heart.

Everyone subconsciously looked up.

In the depths of the Void Battlefield, a terrifying crack suddenly emerged, and a large bell was impacting the barrier of the two realms.

That kind of powerful divine power, the aftermath of the impact, spread, suffocating people's hearts.

"Here, hahaha! The immortals of my Sacred Mountain clan will descend here, and it is time for us to go home. ”

"Ancestors of the Xuanyuan clan, where are you?"