The evil Buddha came to Wuyan, and when he saw that Wuyan had given up resisting, an evil smile instantly crept up on his face. He grinned as if he had already plucked the fruits of victory.

However, it is not for nothing that he behaves like this, after the outburst and injury just now, the current facelessness has lost its color.

At the beginning, he was like a golden Buddha that had just been poured, emitting ten thousand rays of light against the morning glow.

But now, he has really lost his color, his body has lost its light, and has become lifeless like a centuries-old tree withered in the mountains. His complexion also became like a Buddha statue washed by thousands of years of wind and rain, becoming rusty, and a weathered aura wrapped around his body.

If it weren't for the fact that Wuyan was still reciting unknown scriptures, it would be hard to imagine that this was still a living person.

"Aren't you going to send me to hell to atone for my sins? Come on, let's go together! What are you doing now? Have you accepted your fate?" the evil Buddha began to laugh two steps in front of Wu Yan.

This hatred that he has chased and killed for thousands of years is finally going to get his wish today.

No matter how the evil Buddha ridiculed and abused, he still read the scriptures without selflessness. It's as if the outside world is all fantasy, and everything is just unreal.

Although they were now tens of thousands of meters away from Langa Temple, there was a gaze on them on the top floor of the Zangjing Pavilion of Langa Temple.

It was Wang Lin, and he had already finished reading all the books in the Dream Realm.

Just as he awoke from his meditation, he felt a strong sense of apathy.

Why are snowflakes falling outside, and why is the sound of the Scriptures so sad?

With many questions in his heart, Wang Lin quickly came downstairs and opened the door and walked out. He was greeted by the pale faces of all the monks of Langa Monastery and the sparse snow. The snow was smaller than when he first entered the Scripture Pavilion.

Boom, a huge roar pulled his realization from near and far.

The moment he saw the distance, Wang Lin's heart instantly tightened. He saw a faceless figure that he hadn't found in the Langa Monastery before.

At this time, Wuyan had already turned into a figure that was hundreds of times larger than when he appeared in Xiyun County, but the moment he landed gave Wang Lin's heartache a hundred times greater.

This powerful man who took him out of the town and village and took him on the path of cultivation actually fell, and he had a thousand thoughts in his heart. He wanted to yell "no!" but he couldn't.

The monks in Langa Monastery were not only reciting the scriptures, but they also did not know what force could have made their voices materialize, and then drifted towards Wuyan in the setting sun.

Wang Lin turned around and ran, and then jumped up to the top floor of the Tibetan scripture rest with the help of inertial momentum.

This was something he would never have done before, and the Scripture Pavilion was extremely sacred, and he couldn't be so presumptuous.

But now he can't care so much, he has to look at Wuyan more clearly, even if he can't do anything, he has to do it!

In the case of the Faceless and the Evil Buddha, the Evil Buddha has already said too much about his nagging and sorrow over the years, and it is time to proceed with the final procedure.

"For thousands of years, this old guy in the center of the circle has been struggling all the time, and now he can't turn over any waves, I see how you can escape today!" the evil Buddha said mockingly, raising the long knife in his hand.

Perhaps in order to humiliate the Buddha in the body of the Shameless and Evil Buddha, the Evil Buddha held the knife in both hands and raised it above his head, just like the executioner of mortal dust.

"No, no, no, no!" Wang Lin, who was on the top of the Scripture Attic, turned pale instantly, and he kept repeating a word softly and fearfully, and his voice became louder and louder. He couldn't care if he would make a noise with the monks below.

Wang Lin jumped down from the top floor of Langa Temple. After rolling around on the ground and losing his strength, he got up and rushed to the outside of Langa Temple.

He's going to Wuyan, he can't just watch and do nothing.

But at the moment when he was about to run out, he saw Wang Ling curled up in the corner of the Scripture Pavilion and shivered. He stretched out his hand, Wang Ling was pulled over by him, and he put Wang Ling in the jade in the space in his chest and ran out at full speed.

The distance of fifty or sixty thousand meters is far from Wanlin, but as soon as you look up, you can see the faceless, and the faster you run, the clearer you can see. Wang Lin just raised his head and ran over, and he could sweep the obstacles in front of him with his divine sense.

In the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he learned the technique of "One Thought Clone", and the biggest advantage is that Wang Lin can now multitask.

In his eyes, the evil Buddha had already raised the black butcher knife. Wuyan seems to have no way to escape.

"Master, stand up. How can you just admit defeat like this?!" Wang Lin shouted loudly regardless of it, not caring whether Wuyan could hear it or not.

The evil Buddha glanced in the direction where Wang Lin was running, and there was a hint of banter in his expression.

He looked at Wang Lin, and the knife he held in both hands slashed towards Wuyan with all his might. His purpose was to split Wuyan in half with a single sword.

However, Wang Lin's frightened gaze slowly turned into surprise, and the smug face of the evil Buddha gradually became hideous.

When there was a bang, it was like the sound of a bell, and the knife that the evil Buddha slashed down only reached the top of Wuyan's head and never cleaved again.

The Evil Buddha turned his head, and he saw Shameless with his hands crossed above his head. And the evil Buddha's knife was slashing at the intersection of Wuyan's hands, and Wuyan's face was painful and excited. The intersection of his hands had been slashed, and in an instant golden-red blood burst out, and a part of the boundless Buddhist text was being attracted by the speechlessness.

"Waiting for now, you shouldn't be distracted!" Wuyan said excitedly, and then the blood flowing from his hand wrapped around the evil Buddha like a small long blood dragon.

The evil Buddha had already sensed that something was wrong in an instant, but it was too late, he was too close to Wuyan, he could instantly slash Wuyan, and Wuyan was instantly entangled in blood!

At the moment when he was entangled by the blood dragon, the soles of the evil Buddha's feet were forced, and he floated into the air. His brow furrowed tightly, feeling the subtle changes in his body.

Wu Yan shook his injured wrists slightly, and he could see a faint golden light shining in them, and the bones there no longer looked like human bones, but like super-strong metal. With the slight shaking of Wuyan's hands, the slashed hands slowly recovered in the golden light.

Wuyan looked at his recovered hands happily, then looked at Wang Lin, and gave him a smile like encouragement. Then he turned his gaze to the sky, and it gradually became cold.

"Don't struggle, go back wherever you come from!"

"Hmph, that's it...... You!" Although the evil Buddha was disturbed by the blood-colored Buddha text, there was nothing restricted, he spoke sarcastically, but his face changed before he finished speaking.

And Wuyan was not surprised to see his change, but said faintly with reminiscence: "Master, you are so ruthless." ”

After speaking, tears flashed in his eyes, and endless white light erupted from the dantian in his abdomen.