"The two princes don't need to panic, the old man doesn't have that kind of power."

As if seeing through the hearts of the two, Lao Buddha said frankly:

"Actually, there will be something else that will contribute to this feat in the future."

"It is rumored that at the beginning of the era of Buddhism, heaven and earth gave a non-attribute Dao fruit, which was left by a supreme Buddha after sitting in the previous era."

"Living beings swallow and refine it, and it is easy to attain the Buddha's position."

The two ghost kings suddenly widened their pupils, and hurriedly asked:

"Is there such a wonderful treasure in the world? Where is this Dao Fruit now? ”

"Mountain Temple."

"Mountain Temple?"

The Ghost King looked hesitant, frowned and said:

"Those gods have always been unique, contrary to Lingshan and my capital city, and they are unanimous to the outside world, snatching things from them, isn't it realistic?"

No matter how you say it, it is also the remnant party of the last era, and it can survive the end of the brokerage yuan without extinguishing it, and naturally there are means of communication, although the strength of life is not as good as before.

But.

The tiger fell in Pingyang, Yu Wei was still there, roaring at the mistakes, the heritage accumulated over a long time was still not to be underestimated, and even the three Buddhas did not want to offend them to death.

"He's fallen."

Lao Buddha was shocked by his words, and the two ghost kings were stunned:

"When?!"

"His kingdom of God is in the 100,000 mountains, and it is the spirit of the 100,000 mountains."

The old Buddha preached: "Back then, Guangli Bodhisattva opened a dojo in the 100,000 mountains for the purpose of monitoring him, but more importantly, it was the Buddha's Dao fruit in his hands. ”

"And after his fall, the Buddha's Dao Fruit disappeared, and I used the luck of Lingshan to forcibly deduce the heavenly opportunity, and finally found the shadow of the Dao Fruit in a small demon cave mansion."

The three forces of gods, ghosts and Buddhas supervise and balance each other, which is not a secret.

The fact is.

At the foot of Lingshan, there are also many spies of the God Clan and the Ghost Clan taking root, which is acquiesced by the high-level of the three forces, and they can't access the core secrets anyway.

In this way, a lot of time is spent dealing with each other's prying eyes.

Everybody's busy.

"It's really..."

The two ghost kings didn't know what to say at this time.

The Buddha's Dao Fruit, which countless ancient creatures dreamed of and couldn't ask for, ended up being occupied by an unknown little demon, which was really a trick.

The Void.

Chen Yi listened to the conversation of several people, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

100,000 mountains?

Isn't that near my sister's house?

The opportunity to become a Buddha has always been hidden under your nose? Inexplicably, there is a kind of stupid son of the landlord's family, who guards the wealth of the family but does not know it...

And.

Lingshan turns into a god and does not allow future generations of monks to become Buddhas?

Could it be...

Is the Buddha's position related to the other side of the Ganges?

Besides.

It is meaningless for the three Buddhas to do this, after all, they are respected as the giants of the gods, so what if everyone in the world becomes a Buddha and an ancestor? It's still not the slightest threat to them.

Turning into a god has transcended the limits of all living beings.

In a sense.

They can't even be called living beings anymore, and they are all ants under the gods, although this is an exaggeration, but the power of the gods can be seen in the tube.

Thinking about it, and then, Chen Yi suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

When he created this life, Heavenly Dao had directly lowered his will and wanted to cut off all kinds of causes and effects for him, so he would cut mortal, it seems, it doesn't deserve so much attention from Heaven's will, right?

That's the day.

How great is the heavens? Even the immortal who is a living myth is born under its rules, let alone he who has not even touched the door of the immortal?

Take a step back.

Having a glimpse of fate that day, he tried to strangle the threat in the cradle...

Wait a minute!

"Is it possible that it has something to do with the white fox's face?"

The white fox face is undoubtedly the most perfect creation of nature, it overrides all time, all space, all visible and intangible, all rules and principles.

All the known or unknown means of the heavens and the worlds do not work against Him.

It is impossible for Heaven to kill Him, because He does not exist at all, and there is no cause and effect in the past, present, future, any timeline.

The long river of time cannot reflect his back, the space corridor cannot imprint his footprints, he is the original chaos, nothingness, the origin and annihilation of all things.

In the established orbit, he is more like a spectator, a recorder, outside the whole world system, since he has never appeared, how can he kill?

If you insist on forcing a weakness on Him, it can only be...

"Me!"

This moment.

It was as if there was a pair of invisible big hands that tore apart the mist, and in an instant, Chen Yimao suddenly opened: "There is only one way to kill the face of the white fox, and that is..."

"Kill me!"