After leaving the Houtu Palace and bidding farewell to the ghost immortal under the Emperor Xudu, Ma Fan walked all the way to the east, and found that the Netherworld was much wider than he imagined, and the territory was probably no less than hundreds of millions of square kilometers.

Ma Fan walked all the way to the east, only to see that in the netherworld, the flames of war were lit everywhere, and all parties continued to conquer, because there were too many ghosts in the netherworld, and the ghosts did not need to eat, drink and Lazar, and were not subject to logistical restrictions, and it was extremely easy to expand the army, so those ghost kings who were weak could also gather more than ten or twenty thousand horses at will, and the slightly stronger ghost kings could gather millions of people, but the most powerful ghost kings were all tens of millions of troops, and the momentum was extremely powerful.

Because of this, hundreds of thousands of people in the mortal world are already top-level battles, but here, the battle of hundreds of thousands of horses is just an ordinary battle, even the battle of millions of people can be seen everywhere, and the dense army fights each other, and the scene is spectacular to the extreme.

Although it was a rare battle in the mortal world along the way, Ma Fan was only interested in watching a few games at first, and then he gradually felt that his interest was missing, so he only hurried away.

On this day, Ma Fan was flying quickly in the sky, and he didn't even bother to look at the battle below, and suddenly, Ma Fan felt a familiar and unfamiliar feeling, and couldn't help but look down.

Ma Fan saw a Taoist, covered in blood, with a cloak scattered, running in a strange way, and behind, a hazy figure, flickering like a god, disappeared for a while and suddenly appeared again, chasing down.

"Hundred Birds Towards the Phoenix Sword!" In front of him, the man shouted loudly, only to see a brilliant sword light suddenly burst out in his hand, enveloping the person behind him.

"It's such a crude swordsmanship to be used to such an extent. You are indeed a talent, but the swordsmanship you use is really bad, and it is a step worse after all. The man in the back, as soon as he pointed out, a monstrous divine light suddenly overwhelmed the past, and immediately shattered that piece of sword light.

"You've been chasing me for so long. Nor could they kill me, and I don't believe I'm going to die here today. The Dao man roared, and immediately waved the sword in his hand again, shooting out thousands of sword lights and stabbing towards the hazy figure.

"Hum!" The void shook, and a strong golden light burst out from the phantom's body, and endless mysterious runes flew out. In this gentle golden light, a magnificent Buddha horn resounded through the heavens and the earth: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

Majestic Buddha power. Stirring the void, the endless light and shadow of the Buddha, sitting or lying, whirling out, the round of wisdom light shining behind their heads, radiating immeasurable Buddha light, dispelling the darkness completely.

"Boom!"

The image of the Buddha in the tide is like the waves parting. A transparent Buddha palm with a swastika on the palm of the palm is huge. Just like the ancient Taishan, it contains a strong force of heaven and earth, which is pressed down on Fang Yun.

The Dao man shouted loudly, retreating like lightning, retreating like lightning, and he was able to avoid the surging power of this Dao. A terrible palm.

"Buddhism exercises, it turns out that you are a member of Buddhism!" There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

"After fighting for so long, today you can let me use my true ability, you should know that the strength gap between you and me is huge, don't struggle anymore and just be caught!" The illusory man finally removed the fog on his body. The lineup was revealed, but it was a monk with kind eyebrows, and I saw him sneering there.

"I can't figure it out, I'm a little person who can provoke a Buddhist master like you!" The man put his sword in front of him on guard, but his mouth asked the doubts in his heart.

"You haven't offended me, but your teacher has offended me! If you want to blame, you can only blame the one who worshiped the immeasurable Taoist as a teacher!" the monk said suddenly.

The surprise on the face of the Taoist was even worse, and he smiled bitterly: "I originally thought that I had been incognito for so many years, and no one knew about it, but I didn't want to just deceive myself." But since you, a monk, know who my disciple is, and dare to attack me, aren't you afraid of death?"

The monk smiled and said, "Since I know that you are a disciple of the Immeasurable Daoist, then I naturally know that you have long been abandoned by him, even if I kill you, the Immeasurable Daoist will not know, if you want to blame, I can only blame you for your bad life." ”

The Taoist sneered: "You have a grudge against my teacher, you don't dare to revenge him, you only dare to bully me, I really feel ashamed for you." ”

The monk smiled and said, "Haha, whatever you say, anyway, you are going to die today!"

"Boom!"

As the old monk spoke, his figure trembled, and he was suddenly drowned in a torrent of Buddha's light, and millions of ancient golden Sanskrit characters in the sky rose to the sky and gathered into a huge Buddha palm. Five huge golden fingers, like the pillars of optimus, surging with the most masculine and rigid liliang, with the momentum of thunder, grabbed it.

"Even my disciples dare to move, old bald donkey, don't you know how to write dead characters......" A voice suddenly resounded through the heavens and the earth. Just before the surging Buddha power fell, a sword light suddenly slipped from the sky, and death and desolation and boundless sharp aura burst out in an instant......

The majestic liliang burst out, and the Buddha power emitted by the old monk was instantly extinguished by the sword light, and the sword light turned slightly, and suddenly slid towards the old monk, and slashed past the old monk without any hindrance.

"It's ...... Immeasurable ......" In the midst of the lightning and fire, a trace of surprise and disbelief flashed in the old monk's heart.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down infinitely, and in the eyes of the old monk, the young man who made him unforgettable slowly appeared.

"When the Yiling War, I couldn't look for you everywhere, I didn't expect to bump into you here today, where is life really not to meet! Originally, I have let go of many things over the years, if you find a place to hide, I will not deliberately chase and kill you, I don't want you to think about it, want to kill my disciple, then I don't mind giving you a ride, this cause and effect. A voice came clearly into the old monk's ears.

"You ......" The old monk still wanted to speak, but a desolate, dead silence, frightening and unsettling aura suddenly exploded on him, his breath declined sharply, he seemed to have a lot of words unfinished, but a blow, did not give him more time to talk at all, the old monk suddenly had endless doubts and did not dare to completely disappear.

"Whew!"

As soon as the wind whistled, Ma Fan fell from the air and slowly fell in front of the somewhat generous young Taoist priest, frowned slightly, and then shouted with a little difficulty: "Sheng'er......"

"Teacher!" the young Taoist suddenly pounced on Ma Fan and cried. (To be continued......)