"Leaking through?" Tan Mo's eyes moved slightly, he was worthy of the destiny of the corpse of my doom, and he actually mastered the magic power of leaking everything, but fortunately, he still had a trick.

"Have you ever heard of the Innocent Sutra?" Tan Mo looked at the Heavenly Daoist and deliberately said slowly.

The Heavenly Daoist looked at Tan Mo and said a word, but he didn't say a word.

Just now, he fell into danger because of Tan Mo's words, how could he be fooled and speak again at this time? He spoke out just now, just to deter Tan Mo's mind, so as to disturb Tan Mo's Buddha power fluctuations, so as not to be suppressed by Tan Mo all the time.

And if it really comes to the point of being completely suppressed, he can only choose the path of self-detonation.

There is no hope of getting out, so you can only strive for the same end.

"The little monk will have no naïve scriptures." Tan Mo saw that he didn't say a word, so he continued to talk to himself.

The expression of the Heavenless Daoist couldn't help but move slightly.

Without naïve scriptures, it is impossible for him not to care!

It is an advanced version of the Heavenless Dao Sutra, and it is also the evolution of the most perfect state of the Heavenless Dao Sutra, as if it is leaking through the entire path, and it is flawless and perfect.

"In addition to the non-naïve scriptures, the little monk will also have a trick of the non-naïve scriptures, this non-naïve sutra said that the little monk still has to come from the Taoist, since this is the case, then the little monk will ask the donor to see this trick." Tan Mo deliberately said this, the Taoist he said naturally did not refer to the Heavenless Daoist in front of him, but the real Heavenless Daoist.

That one who had no success in his early years of cultivation, so he had to go home to inherit the wealth of the Wanguan family.

And then the donor called the person in front of him.

The face of the Heavenless Daoist changed dramatically in an instant, and he blurted out: "Have you cultivated to lawlessness?" ”

"Exactly—no! Heavenless! ”

The sound of talking Mo fell, and the figure disappeared in an instant, and then within a radius of ten miles, the golden glass world was fully transformed, and the heavenless Taoist people were directly enveloped, and the endless Buddha rhyme came from all directions, intertwined into an unpredictable golden pattern.

There are one after another Buddha phantom manifestations, faintly, from the void came the sound of endless chanting.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

"Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand!" The Heavenless Daoist's face changed, and then he smiled miserably.

He knew he had lost.

Moreover, the defeat was very complete, and he could already feel that the authority of the Mandate of Heaven that he was familiar with had condensed and formed in this little monk.

Immediately, he resolutely blew himself up.

The battle in the unpredictable realm has always been a matter of victory or defeat, only life and death.

The Heavenly Dao Man is dead.

Tan Mo was naturally unscathed, and his heart was so weird.

But Tan Mo didn't feel the slightest sense of relief at this moment, because at this moment, the Heavenly Mandate authority that had just been condensed in him suddenly left him, and then in front of him, it gradually condensed into a figure similar to him.

A little golden light fell, turning into a nine-rank lotus platform and blooming.

The figure then sat down cross-legged.

"Nan no Amitabha!" This figure clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Tan Mo looked at this figure in disbelief.

Because the aura of this figure is fifty or sixty percent similar to the Heavenless Dao man who just blew himself up and died!

"Ming Wuyan, I am the corpse of my doom, not the Great Black Heaven that I turned into later, and I am not a heavenless Taoist who just died." At this moment, the figure spoke.

After talking for a while, he thought for a while, and then asked with a wooden face, "Are you the same as that evil ghost spirit root?" ”

You can understand it in this way, but if you really say it, it is actually four words—plausible. Because, I have a little more autonomy than the evil corpse, and the evil corpse is as you are, and everything is up to you. To get back to the point, you can see me at this time, I think it was the destiny of the Great Black Sky that I turned into after me failed, right? This has long been expected by me, once I am greedy, it will no longer be me, but a demon. ”

Tan Mo didn't expect that this lawless corpse would expect such a scene before it became the destiny of the Great Black Heaven, but he also saw that this figure was a bit like talking to him across the long river of time, so he asked, "Then why are you showing up now?" ”

"Ming Wuyan, I appeared, just to ask you a question I asked when I fought with you ancient years ago, are you willing to take refuge in my Buddha?" As he spoke, the figure stood up, and the face that was similar to Tan Mo's expression suddenly became vivid, and a pair of eyes seemed to have penetrated from the long river of time.

Tan Mo was looked at by him like this, still expressionless, and he read: "Refuge? Am I a Buddha? ”

As these two sounds fell, some pictures seemed to appear in his mind, but Tan Mo couldn't remember these pictures at all, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

So after a moment of silence, he asked, "Since you have taken refuge in my Buddha, where is the Buddha waiting for me to take refuge?" ”

"The Buddha is naturally in the heart."

Tan Mo frowned slightly, he was very dissatisfied with this general answer, so he asked: "If there is a Buddha, there will be a demon, so what about the demon?" ”

"Demon, you have subdued the demon, where did the demon come from?" The figure suddenly replied loudly at this time.

It's like a dusk drum and a morning bell!

Tan Mo's heart was shocked, his eyes suddenly bloomed with dazzling brilliance, his stiff face seemed to be reborn at this moment, and it seemed that he had lifted some ancient forbidden curse, the corners of his mouth curled, and then he laughed.

"Yes, the little monk has subdued the demon, so where did the demon come from?" Tan Mo muttered to himself, he turned his head, looking at the Buddha country in his palm that had never disappeared, now he had broken off the mental communication with the Yongquan Acupoint, and his cultivation had already fallen to the sixth layer of the Upper Realm of Unity, but this Buddha country was still there, so ......

He immediately understood that this Buddha country in the palm of his hand was probably cocooned by him.

However, at this time, Tan Mo had already made a decision in his heart, so he asked: "After the little monk converts, what are the benefits, and what do you need to do?" ”

"The benefit, naturally, from now on, there is no second ancestor Ming Wuyan, and there is no World Venerable Wutian, only the little monk Ming Wuyan in this world!"

"And all you need to do is to continue the unfinished work of the World-Honored One! Inherit the world's honorable and regretful marriage! ”

"Ming Wuyan, then, would you like to take refuge in my Buddha?"

Tan Mo looked at this figure, the smile on his face was even bigger, and then he clasped his hands together and proclaimed a Buddha name: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, the little monk is bright and flameless, I wish to take refuge in my Buddha!" ”

"Nan no Amitabha!"

A smile also appeared on the face of this figure, and then this figure spread out like a mass of fragments, along with this nine-grade golden lotus, and this Buddha country in the palm of your hand.

Tan Mo looked around, and there was a mess around him, which was caused by the self-explosion of the Heavenly Dao people. Mountains and rivers collapsed, plants and trees turned to ashes, water flows were cut off, and birds, animals, fish and shrimp turned into dry bones.

Tan Mo sighed and couldn't help but glance at the sky.

The sky is as good as ever.

The vague memories were now clear.

He opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, he held back again, changed his mouth and whispered: "When I was a child, I looked up to the starlight, and if I could pick it up with my hand." At this body, seven feet, the sky is unattainable. ”