On the high platform, smoke and clouds filled the field, making it impossible to see the specific situation inside, but also knowing that being in the middle of it was not much stronger than hell.

So when I heard Osho's unbridled laughter, neither I nor anyone else thought that this man had won the ultimate victory.

It is precisely because of his victory over the miscellaneous path that he is so happy that he does not even have the reserve of pretending to be a Buddha.

This is a person with extreme inferiority and pride, at this moment, he is wantonly enjoying the joy of victory, no one will say anything about him, after all, the scene he just made, although it almost blasted the high platform directly, and even affected the surroundings, but it was still sealed by the rest of the rulers, so that after all, this is just a competition between him and the miscellaneous hairy path, and has nothing to do with others.

However, the sudden bright electric light bloomed in the chaotic smoke clouds, the thunder floated, and Osho's voice came to an abrupt end.

After another dozen seconds, the fog gradually dispersed, revealing the figure of a man.

That man, not Osho, but the miscellaneous trail.

Despite the darkness and the embarrassment that looked, the person standing on the stage in the end was a hairy trail, not an Osho cheering and ecstatic.

The man was scorched by the sudden lightning and thunder, and this was not his final fate.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao did not hesitate to make up a sword, and the Great Freedom of Viewing My Buddha, which looked as hard as an immortal golden body, was split in half, and a large part of it disappeared.

Carrying the sword, the hairy trail was silent, and looked seriously at Osho on the ground.

Because at this time, he was still alive.

The guy whose body had been split in half was still alive, and he reluctantly stretched out a hand, trying to grab the hairy path, but in the end he was unable to hang down, and half of his head opened his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Why, why are you able to survive my Shiva Yin Thunder?" Why? ”

Miscellaneous Xiaodao crouched down and carefully examined this once incomparably powerful opponent.

After a while, he said slowly: "Your Shiva Yin Thunder is indeed very powerful, and can even corrode people's souls, but if you talk about thunder, it is still the most masculine thunder in the sky, and it is also countered with it - the poor Dao just knows some of the most masculine and rigid thunder methods." ”

Yes?

Hearing the words of the miscellaneous hairy Xiaodao, I couldn't help but be stunned.

I can hear the meaning of the miscellaneous hairy words, could it be that he used the Divine Sword Thunder Technique just now, and then broke the opponent's Yin Thunder and Golden Body?

It's just that the Excalibur Thunder Technique needs to go through a long period of prelude, even if it is very skilled, put aside the red tape, but it always takes time, just at that moment, how did he do it?

And that thunder didn't fall from the sky, did it?

I was at a loss, but I also knew that in fact, the victory of the miscellaneous hair path did not lie in any divine sword lightning channeling technique, or anything else, but in his heart.

His realm is much higher than that of this old Indian liar who calls himself a "Buddha", and he is always able to look at problems from a higher perspective.

This kind of difference may not matter in the eyes of ordinary people, but when the masters fight, the victory or defeat is only between the first line.

So from the very beginning, Miscellaneous Trail was already full of confidence and felt that he had won.

He didn't even sacrifice the river Tuluo book.

And when Osho heard the words of the miscellaneous hairy path, he was stunned for a moment, and then shouted angrily: "I don't accept it, I don't accept it, why is this happening......"

He roared hard, but he used up the last strength of his life, and suddenly a puff of white smoke emerged from his body, turned into a light, and was sucked away by a whirlpool in the sky.

At this time, that Osho finally died, and there was no more sound.

Yes......

Miscellaneous Xiaodao raised his left hand, clenched it into the shape of a fist, and shouted, "Can I do it?" ”

He was questioning the rest of the rulers sitting on the platform around him if he was qualified to take over Osho and become a new generation of rulers.

No one answered him.

Miscellaneous trail stretched out his foot, stepped on Osho's head at once, and then shouted again, "Can I do it?" ”

At this time, the farthest place from us suddenly became clear, and the clouds dissipated, revealing an old Western man with messy hair, wearing a gray-brown linen shirt, holding a thick parchment book in his hand, and there seemed to be a green halo on the top of his head.

The old man in the West held the book, and then said: "He is much stronger than Osho, not cultivation, but here." ”

He pointed to his heart and said slowly.

Another cloud platform was revealed, and someone said, "Agree, I would rather be a companion with such a person than an observant who is bent on following the evil way, who is arrogant and has no grace to speak of." ”

The dense fog that shrouded the gimbal gradually dissipated at this time, and people began to speak out and express their opinions.

Some people think that the miscellaneous trail is indeed powerful and qualified to be their kind, but there are also people who oppose it.

She thinks that the miscellaneous trail is opportunistic and does not show convincing strength.

Such people are still a little short of their expectations.

These people are men and women, old and young, Chinese, foreigners, and even strange things, but there are only three or two of them, and most of them are deliberately concealed, so that people can only guess by a little outline.

For a moment, there was a commotion, and finally, the old man with messy hair who appeared first patted the parchment in his hand and said, "Okay, I know everyone's decision. ”

As soon as he spoke, his surroundings immediately calmed down.

Obviously, this man is one of the most prestigious, if not the rulers.

When the surroundings fell into calm, the old man looked at the miscellaneous hairy path in the field, and then said, "We recognize your strength, but before that, we have to let you make a decision." ”

Miscellaneous Xiaodao said: "What decision? ”

The old man pointed to us and said that there are two people besides you who want to challenge the ruler and replace him, so now there is a choice for you to make - they can challenge you, who has just replaced Osho, to win a decisive victory from among the strong, or they can go past you and challenge any of us, and we who are named will not refuse this glory.

Belch......

Hearing this, almost everyone looked at me and Qu Fatsan, and I felt a pain in the egg.

We just wanted to come in and have a good time, and we just wanted to make a bottle of soy sauce, and we didn't think about challenging ourselves at all to become the ruler of this Tianluo Secret Realm.

We just want to watch the miscellaneous trail fight with people, so as not to have anything, and we are still at a loss.

At this moment, the challenge of the miscellaneous trail is successful, and the two of us naturally will not try again.

As for the reason, this is very simple - an Osho who was rejected by a group of rulers is so powerful that the miscellaneous hair path was almost planted, and how strong the other rulers are, this can be imagined with their thighs.

We really have to practice the previous joke now, it's like an egg hitting a stone.

Seeing that Qu Fatsan and I had some painful expressions, Miscellaneous Xiaodao said no, we have to make the third choice.

Yes?

The old man said with a smirk: "What is the third choice?" ”

Qu Fatsan stepped on my foot quietly, and I understood, raised my hand and said, "The third choice is that we voluntarily give up the challenge!" ”

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help laughing, saying that you have gone through many dangers and obstacles, and passed three levels, and finally arrived at the day building, so give up, isn't it a bit of a pity? You must know that such an opportunity, many people have been tossing in the Tianluo Secret Realm for many years, and they have never encountered it.

I hurriedly waved my hand and said no, let's give up, leave this opportunity to future generations.

The old man laughed, then looked at the other people and said What do you think?

Seeing the fierce battle just now, the interest of all the rulers was over, and some of them were a little excited, and some even yawned, saying okay, then so be it, and settle him.

After the matter between Qu Fatsan and me was dealt with, the rulers on the cloud platform turned around and were about to leave, and at this time, Miscellaneous Xiaodao hurriedly said, "Hey, wait." ”

He spoke a little slowly, some of the people had disappeared, and there were still more than half of the people left on the gimbal, looking at him suspiciously, saying What's wrong?

That's it?

The old man who spoke before laughed, and said otherwise, what else? Naturally, someone will come to you later and teach you how to do it - we are the rulers, not the waiters, and we are not obliged to help you understand all this, which requires you to observe and learn slowly......

The miscellaneous trail said no, as I just said, my main purpose here is to find a friend of mine.

The old man said that is the Lu Zuo you are talking about?

Miscellaneous Xiaodao nodded, and said yes.

The old man stretched his waist, and then said, "Well, when you become a real ruler, you will naturally know......"

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was stunned for a moment, and said that I dare to love that I am not a real ruler now?

As he spoke, the rest of the people walked scattered, and the people who were still waiting on this cloud platform, except for Qu Fatsan and me, who were at a loss, were the only ones who talked to him, and the old man with Einstein's messy hair was also a little impatient, saying "Are you now?" No, you need to fast for three days to cultivate your body and mind, and then wait to go to the Gathering Spirit Hall and gain the approval of the ancestral spirits before you can become a ruler......

After all, he actually disappeared out of thin air.

Yes?

What the heck?

We were at a loss, and at this time, a person came out of the audience, but it was the old Taoist priest of Wutai Mountain, who bowed his hand to us and said everyone, please come with me.