The golden light flashed all over his body, and Bai Jun, who had recovered quickly from his injuries, turned into a human body, and came to Yang Jiao's side with a dark sigh of relief.

"Uncle Shi, is there anything wrong?" Looking at Bai Jun's slightly embarrassed appearance, Yang Jiao couldn't help asking.

Taking a deep breath, calming down the slightly vain and violent aura fluctuations in his body, Bai Jun, who shook his head slightly, said, "It's nothing!" Although the coffin lantern flame is powerful, I can still bear it when I break through to the seventh turn of the ninth turn Yuan Gong. ”

Although he said this, Bai Jun, who gritted his teeth and turned his head, couldn't help but look at Burning Lamp with a cold and fierce gaze.

Speaking of which, because he was forced by Zhun Ti and almost died, Bai Jun has never had a good impression of Western Buddhism. This time, because Shakyamuni was ruthless to Bai Yulang, and the burning lamp forced him to be so embarrassed, it can be regarded as arousing the anger and hatred in Bai Jun's heart.

Facing Bai Jun's gaze, he didn't care much about the lamp, but his eyes were more on Yang Jiao.

"Burn the lamp, your coffin lamp is indeed powerful!" Looking at the burning lamp with a light smile, Yang Jiao's eyes were condensed with a hint of fierceness: "A few days ago, Yang Jiao has been circling in the little sister's place, but this time I came to borrow a treasure lamp from the little sister's hand, I want to compare with you whose treasure lamp is more powerful, how about it?" ”

Randen's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, but he didn't immediately respond.

On the other hand, Sakyamuni sneered with some disdain: "Treasure lamp? Junior Yang Jiao, do you know that the coffin lamp of the ancient Buddha is one of the few magic weapons of the spiritual lamp in heaven and earth, and the coffin lamp flame is an extremely powerful divine flame in the wilderness. As far as I know, only the Eight Views Palace lamp in the hands of the sage Lao Tzu of the Xuandu Heaven Eight Views Palace is comparable to it. You junior. What kind of treasure lamp can you borrow? ”

"Shakyamuni, rare and strange! How can you know all the treasures of my creation? "Bai Jun, who has long been unhappy with Shakyamuni, heard it. Immediately, his eyes stared at him fiercely and sneered.

Shakyamuni was stunned for a moment, and his heart was annoyed, but he still took a slight breath to suppress the anger in his heart, and turned to look at Yang Jiao with a sneer, he really didn't believe that Yang Jiao could come up with a treasure lamp comparable to the coffin lamp.

"Senior nephew, let them see the treasure of the magic lamp of my creation lineage!" Bai Jun said to Yang Jiao with a confident smile.

As for the magic lamp treasure in Yang Jiao's hand, Bai Jun had basically guessed what it was.

Smiled indifferently. Yang Jiao, who turned his hand slightly, had a little cyan light shining and dazzling in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cyan treasure lamp with a lotus lampholder.

"Pauline lantern?" I saw the cyan lamp in Yang Jiao's hand. The lantern with a slightly moving expression couldn't help but whisper movingly.

Yang Jiao just nodded lightly and smiled: "That's right, this treasure lamp is the treasure lotus lamp of the sister!" ”

"I can't think of it. Such a treasure. It actually fell into the hands of a junior under the Creation Sect! There was inevitably a hint of resentment in the flat tone of the lamp.

Yang Jiao shook his head and smiled: "The spiritual treasure between heaven and earth, those who are destined to get it!" The sister has a lot of chance, and she is also very good among the three generations of disciples of my creation lineage, why not get this Baolian lamp? ”

"Humph! Junior Yang Jiao, your sister Yang Chan is just three generations of juniors under the Sect of Creation, what kind of virtue and ability, with this Baolian lamp, I am afraid that it is difficult to know the blessings and misfortunes! Shakyamuni listened to Yang Jiao's words, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I couldn't help but sneer meaningfully.

Hearing this, he looked at Sakyamuni with a cold light in his eyes as Yang Jiao. A faint purple electric flash appeared in the depths of his gaze.

Shakyamuni, who was seen by Yang Jiao's gaze and his heart jumped slightly, couldn't help but snort, and immediately didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, he narrowed his gaze slightly and turned to look at Yang Jiao, who was burning the lamp, and slowly said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Burning the lamp ancient Buddha, but ready, I'm going to urge the Baolian lantern!" ”

"Hehe, I'm about to learn!" The cold light flashed in his eyes, but on the surface, he was smiling.

The lamp was lit as he spoke, and the coffin lamp in his hand was filled with black smoke-like flames.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jiao, who had a stronger smile on his face, also quickly pinched the seal with his hand, and a streamer entered the Baolian lamp.

In an instant, the bright Baolian lantern, the cyan flame also diffused from it, and turned into a cyan lotus flower around it, and the cyan fire loomed on a petal lotus leaf. With the cyan flame lotus flower spinning, a petal bloomed in the cyan lotus heart, and suddenly a cyan streamer of light burst out like a laser, heading towards the burning lamp.

In the blink of an eye, the cyan streamer came to the front of the lamp, and rushed into the black smoke-like flames, as if water and fire met each other, quickly extinguishing each other.

Speaking of which, although it is agreed that it is a flame, the blue lotus fire of the Baolian lamp is a flame containing vitality, and the coffin fire is a flame containing death qi, and their attributes are exactly the same as each other.

Seeing that the coffin fire was quickly extinguished and dissipated, the burning lamp, whose expression changed slightly, suddenly hurriedly controlled the coffin lamp to escape, and more coffin lamp flames blocked the green lotus fire. A large number of black coffin lamps surged, and finally trapped the cyan streamer that the blue lotus fire had turned into.

"Broken!" Seeing this, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the handprint changed, and the cyan streamer that trembled slightly suddenly suddenly escaped with a trace of purple electric light, and where the electric light hit, the black flame suddenly dissipated and retreated as if it had met a nemesis, and actually tore a crack in the dense defense of the black flame, making the cyan streamer rush towards Shakyamuni not far away as if it had spirituality.

"Ahh Shakyamuni, who was affected by the cyan streamer, suddenly burned with cyan flames on his body, causing Shakyamuni's face to change greatly and exhaled in pain, and the cold sweat on his forehead came down, and his whole body was even more dazzling Buddha light, wanting to resist the burning of the cyan flame.

However, the cyan flame and the blue lotus fire seemed to be full of spiritual vitality, and even the Buddha's light could not extinguish it.

"What?" Seeing this, the burning lamp, whose complexion changed slightly, couldn't help but hurriedly control the coffin lamp flame and swept towards Shakyamuni, wanting to disperse the blue lotus fire on his body.

However, the anxious burning lamp forgot that the two flames were like fire and water. When they came together, they erupted with even more terrifying destructive power.

"Ahh Shakyamuni, who screamed with a somewhat terrible taste, suddenly turned red in the places on his body that were affected by the two flames, and the Buddha light all over his body became dim, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was burned black in several places. Sharp pain in the burning flesh. It made Shakyamuni covered in cold sweat, and the flesh on his fat face trembled.

Seeing this, Bai Jun suddenly laughed: "Okay! Well burned! Burn the lamp, isn't your coffin lamp a cow? Now, when you meet my nephew, you're deflated, right? ”

Listening to Bai Jun's gloating words, Randen couldn't help but look a little unsightly. And Shakyamuni, whose mouth twitched, gritted his teeth even more, and a deep look of shame and resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Burn the lamp, pick me up again!" Yang Jiao, who chuckled, couldn't help but say aloud.

The voice did not fall. Yang Jiao, whose hand was as quickly sealed as a flower, controlled the blue lotus fire in the Baolian lamp to surge rapidly, turning into a slender cyan fire phoenix and flying towards the burning lamp.

"Humph!" Burning the lamp, whose face was slightly gloomy and snorted, controlled the coffin lantern flame and turned into a hideous black dragon to meet him.

A dragon and a phoenix fought in the endless chaotic airflow, and all the chaotic turbulence retreated wherever they passed. Violent and terrifying energy fluctuations swept through. For a while, it was a little difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Seeing this, Yang Jiao, who allowed the Baolian lamp to exude a dazzling blue light, turned his hand and took out a purple-gold spear, and the whole person gathered by the endless thunder and lightning around him turned into a purple electric light and came to the front of the burning lamp in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!" His eyes tightened to burn the lamp, and at the same time, a sense of crisis surged in his heart, and he suddenly didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly turned over his hand and took out the black ruler to block his chest.

There was a 'clang' of gold and iron, and the violent energy exploded with terrifying power like an explosive explosion. It's like a floodgate open.

A faint sound of 'click' sounded, and the black ruler with a slight crack on the body of the ruler directly submerged into the body of the lamp with a dim light. Under the traction of his mind, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth that made Randen tremble, and the whole person's breath was a little sluggish and flew away.

"Burn the lamp ancient Buddha!" Seeing this, Shakyamuni was stunned, reacted and immediately shouted in disbelief, and hurriedly dodged away from Yang Jiao and walked towards the lamp.

Burning the lamp that stabilized his figure in embarrassment, he looked at Yang Jiao, who was holding a purple-gold spear and bathed in thunder light, like a thunderbolt god of war, with an indifferent expression, and couldn't help but look slightly complicated, and his heart was even more convulsive: "How is it possible?" This Yang Jiao, a junior under the Creation Sect, even if he is against the sky, it is comparable to a quasi-saint, but his real strength is even a little inferior to me, this"

"What's the matter, lighting the lamp, have you been hit?" Bai Jun, who also stared at Yang Jiao's back with a slight glare and a little surprised, turned to look at the lamp and said loudly.

Hearing Bai Jun's words, a clever reaction of the lantern couldn't help but look at Yang Jiao with a somewhat ugly face and became silent.

Indeed, Yang Jiao's true strength is indeed a blow to him! Also hit was Shakyamuni not far away. Compared with the calm appearance of the lamp, Shakyamuni looked a little unbearable.

"Impossible!" His face was full of disbelief, and his heart swelled with a thick sense of jealousy, and his eyes looked at Yang Jiao's Shakyamuni like a fire-breathing roar directly. He was really hit by Yang Jiao, and he couldn't accept this fact at all.

Hearing Sakyamuni's roar, Yang Jiao, who looked indifferent, didn't even look at him.

And Bai Jun sneered disdainfully: "What's impossible? Duobao, thanks to you, you were also appointed as the head of Theravada Buddhism by the two saints of the West. You are so temperamental, where did you do a sect leader, what a joke! ”

"Yang Jiao, what do you want? Are you really going to leave me and Shakyamuni behind? Randen also ignored Bai Jun, staring at Yang Jiao with his eyes tight, and said in a slightly low tone.

Hearing the words of the lantern, Yang Jiao smiled: "Leave you behind?" Even if I really wanted to, the two saints of the West would not sit idly by. Today's matter, I don't want to make a big fuss. As long as you and Shakyamuni apologize to my uncle, the matter will be over, how about it? ”

Randeng's face twitched when he heard this, but his expression changed, but he didn't immediately express his attitude.

"Apologize? You are dreaming! Shakyamuni gritted his teeth with a face full of convulsions and said in a low and angry voice: "Senior Yang Jiao, if you have the ability, you will kill me." You want me to apologize. No way! ”

At this juncture, although Shakyamuni was angry and ashamed in his heart, he still maintained some sanity. But. This does not mean that he can bear such a shame. As a quasi-saint, the leader of the Theravada sect of Buddhism, when he has cultivated to his level, he attaches great importance to his face. If he apologizes softly, then it will become an indelible shame for him and become a laughing stock for the desolation. At that time, how will he have the face to be the Hinayana master?

"Oh? It's really hard! Bai Jun raised his eyebrows and smiled. It was a cold voice with a sinking face: "Since this is the case, it seems that we are going to kill it happily!" I don't care. If you don't do it for hundreds of years, it's already tickled. It is just an event event. ”

Yang Jiao also nodded in cooperation, and the corners of his mouth hooked a cold arc: "Not bad!" If the two of you don't feel happy, we can invite my Creation Sect and other powerhouses of your Western Buddhism to have a big battle. It's just that when the time comes, what will be the result. But it's hard to say. ”

"Yang Jiao. Do you really want to provoke a struggle between the Formation Sect and my Western Buddhism? The lamp, which frowned, couldn't help but say in a low voice with an ugly face. But in that tone, there was a hint of weakness.

Fighting with the creation of the same vein, even if it is the two saints of the West, I am afraid that I will not dare to make this decision easily.

Yang Jiao said coldly without letting go: "This is the first incident provoked by your Western Buddhism, if I don't take it under the Cultivation Sect, won't it make people laugh at me for being afraid of you?" ”

Burning the lamp froze for a while, and was a little speechless for a while.

As for Shakyamuni not far away. I was already worried in my heart. After all, he also knows the essence of the Dao of Creation. Especially the catastrophe hundreds of years ago. It also pushes the vein of creation to a higher level. Not to mention the Creation of Heavenly Venerable, even those quasi-saint powerhouses under his sect are enough for Western Buddhism to drink a pot.

"Senior nephew, don't talk nonsense with them, do it!" Seeing the hesitation of the lantern, Bai Jun immediately grinned and shouted.

"Ha Lu Ha! Uncle Shi, I haven't fought for a long time! Today, our uncles and nephews will have a good understanding of the Dafa of Silence in Western Buddhism! Yang Jiao, who raised his head and smiled loudly, dodged and killed the lamp first.

Bai Jun, who smiled heartily, also locked on Shakyamuni with his eyes like electricity, and saw Shakyamuni's face twitch.

"Yang Jiao!" With a low shout, he was about to speak, but Yang Jiao had already killed in front of him, and stabbed him mercilessly.

The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded, but it was a coffin-like black magic weapon sacrificed by the lantern that blocked the sharp shot, and then flew back to the feet of the lantern with a violent tremor and quickly flew back with the lamp.

"Huh?" Seeing this, Yang Jiao, who sneered slightly and was about to continue the pursuit, suddenly looked up at the depths of the endless chaotic airflow in the distance.

I saw that in the rapidly surging chaotic airflow, the light of the Buddha could be faintly seen, and then under the sun, a figure of the Buddha came into Yang Jiao's eyes, making Yang Jiao's eyes squint slightly. The person who came was none other than the Buddha of Da Ri Rulai, the leader of Western Lingshan Dacheng Buddhism.

"Yang Jiao Xiaoyou, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, why do you have to do too much?" The plain and majestic voice sounded, and the Great Day Buddha had come to the front.

The light flickered, and the lamp and Shakyamuni also fled to him in a slightly embarrassed way.

And behind the Buddha of the Great Day, there are a stream of phantoms that follow, it is Guanyin Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Puxian Bodhisattva, Detention Sun Buddha, Maitreya Buddha and other Buddhist powers.

"The Great Day is like a Buddha?" Yang Jiao, who raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly at the Buddha of the Great Ri and the others, was faintly flashing with a sharp light in his eyes: "The elite of Western Buddhism is exhausted, do you really want to fight with my creation?" ”

Without waiting for the Buddha to speak, Sakyamuni pointed at Yang Jiao and said angrily: "Yang Jiao, now that the Buddha is coming, you still dare to be rampant, don't you take Western Buddhism in your eyes?" ”

"So what?" Yang Jiao, whose face sank, sneered unceremoniously and said: "You Western Buddhists want to bully people, but can you really be deceived by my cultivation?" If you really want to do one, I will definitely accompany you! ”

As soon as Yang Jiao's words fell, before the Buddha could speak, in the faint sound of breaking the air, a series of fierce and terrifying aura fluctuations came from the endless chaotic airflow in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of light phantoms came around Yang Jiao and Bai Jun, who were all the quasi-saint powerhouses of the Creation Lineage, and the leaders were Du Er Zhenren and the Cloud Sky Fairy.

Behind the two of them, the six ears, the red cloud, the Holy Mother of Xuanling, and the fairy Yao Ji were also lined up, and the mysterious and majestic aura emanating from the six quasi-saints made the people and the Buddha of the Great Day all look moved.

"Yunxiao, you cut off the three corpses of yourself?" His gaze swept over the Great Sun Rulai Buddha of the six people, and he was surprised in his heart, and even his eyes shrank and looked at the Cloud Fairy in disbelief.

Among the six people, it is indeed the Cloud Fairy who has the highest cultivation now, and it is the quasi-saint of the three corpses. And among the other five people, Du Er Zhenren, Hongyun, and Xuanling Holy Mother are all already two corpse quasi-saint powerhouses, although Liu'er is not on the road of beheading corpses, but he definitely has a cultivation comparable to the two corpse quasi-saints. Even if the Yao Ji Fairy, who has the lowest cultivation among the six people, although he did not cut off the second corpse, he is much stronger than the ordinary one-corpse quasi-saint.

Looking at the surprised appearance of the Great Day Buddha, the Cloud Fairy just smiled indifferently: "Compared to the Buddha, it's still a little worse!" ”

'Huh' exhaled lightly and suppressed the shock and surprise in his heart, and the Dari Rulai Buddha with a solemn expression said indifferently: "Yunxiao, too humble!" ”

"Three corpses quasi-saint?" Originally, they were still shocked and surprised by the cultivation of Du Erzhen and others, and the great powers of Buddhism such as the Burning Lamp Dao people were shocked when they heard the conversation between the Great Ri Rulai Buddha and the Cloud Fairy.

Three corpses quasi-saint, what is the concept? It was really just one step away from the saint, the most powerful existence under the saint. In the entire flood wilderness, the number of three corpses of quasi-saints is less than the number of saints. This shows how difficult it is to become a quasi-saint of the three corpses. Cutting off the three corpses is getting harder and harder step by step. To be able to cut off all three corpses, chance, luck, and talent are indispensable!

"Yang Jiao, meet all the uncles!" Here, Yang Jiao was already respectfully saluting the Cloud Fairy and the others.

Bai Jun was also a little casual and polite, and smiled at the Cloud Fairy and the others, and said, "Senior brothers and sisters! ”

The Cloud Fairy, who nodded with a light smile, waved his hand to signal the two of them to step aside, and turned to look at the Buddha with a slightly cold face: "Buddha, you personally went out and brought so many great powers of Buddhism, do you really want to have a fight with me in the same vein?" If this is the case, the clouds are not talented, but I want to understand the Buddha's magical means! (To be continued......)