The guide was anxious and asked, "Who are you?!"

"Amitabha, I am the Emperor Shakti, and I will come to you today. ”

Shakti?

Why is the name so familiar?

Before he could think about it, the Buddha in front of him slashed his palm and rushed to kill, like a gold-poured palm piercing the wind and hitting him straight to his chest, where the light of the blue was the most intense, and it was the hiding place of the feather from the main body of the guide.

A few days ago, the Nine Shadows Holy Venerable passed by here on a divine bird, and happened to see the vision of all the spirits worshipping around Xiao Yichen, and immediately started to accept disciples. So he took off a piece of Xuanqing Feather from the Divine Bird, and asked him (it) to explore Xiao Yichen's talent as a guide.

This piece of feather pinned on Qi Yue's body, waiting for the opportunity to move, and when Qi Yue died, he used the Phantom Phoenix Evil Law and the surrounding wind aura to refine his body into a puppet Dharma Body, and continued to observe Xiao Yichen's strength and talent. It wasn't until the eternal killing was frightened back that he showed his fangs, and finally appeared as the guide of the Phantom Phoenix Palace.

It can be said that the core of this Dharma Body is within the feather in the chest.

The strength of the Emperor Shakti is unfathomable, and he does not need to know the cause and effect to reveal his weaknesses at a glance.

This trick came too quickly, and the body protection wind was broken like tofu, and it couldn't be stopped at all.

Looking at the upcoming palm, the guide felt a pang in his heart and immediately made a decision.

If you can't beat the old one, you can always take that little cub away.

So his body flashed, and he narrowly avoided the powerful palm of Emperor Shakti.

Just as he was about to use the wind to propel himself down rapidly, a huge red golden light palm suddenly appeared at his feet, cutting off his path.

He didn't know that Shakti would have the supreme Dharma of his mind, and he could observe the minds of others.

Before he had time to wonder, the guide raised his only remaining right hand, condensed the power of wind and thunder, and slapped it fiercely towards the Emperor Shakti Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"When—"

With a bang, the pale palm struck firmly on the top of Emperor Shakti's head, making an astonishing sound, like ringing a morning bell, and like beating a twilight drum,

Before a smile could emerge on the face of the guide, an even stronger force of shock came from the top of the bald donkey's head without warning, and led to the whole body through the arm.

Then, the internal organs vibrated violently, and the Xuanqing Feather hidden in it was even more affected, and then the Xuanqing light in the whole body became flickering and dimming, and he was like a wick about to be extinguished fluttering above the golden cloud.

This time, what Emperor Shakti performed was one of the physical supernatural powers of Buddhism, the Golden Peak Gong. This method is practiced to a high and profound realm, and the head is comparable to gold and iron, and it can withstand a day without damage under the bombardment of the Nine Turns of Heavenly Thunder.

No, if it is a living Buddha monk, it should be said that there is no damage.

Lay disciples of Buddhism can do it.

The Usher found himself unable to fight Shakti, nor could he escape from his blockade. A deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart, this person was very perverted.

How did you meet such a powerful person?

We're so unlucky!

Emperor Shakti twisted his neck calmly, and said with some regret: "I thought that you could let me move my muscles and bones, but I didn't expect you to be so weak. ”

"You-"

Before he could say the second word, Shakti quickly raised his right hand and shook it at the usher, a string of relics in his hand whirring.

Immediately afterward, the big golden hand condensed in the void, reaching towards Qi Yue's remnants like lightning, and in a moment, it slammed into his chest, pulling out a piece of feathers stained with black blood from it.

Qi Yue's remnants opened their mouths widely, but they couldn't say a word, the expression on their faces froze at this moment, and the wind beside them also dissipated silently. From then on, the body never moved again.

Jin Yun was slammed away, and the corpse that had lost Cangfeng's support fell from the Nine Heavens dripping with black blood.

Emperor Shakti turned his gaze to the front, his eyes burst out with a golden glow, looked directly at Ling Yu, and said to him with a majestic expression: "Spread the word for me, if there is any more chaos, I will suppress it." ”

Xuanqing Lingyu struggled to collide in the golden light, but that big golden hand was so strong that it couldn't escape at all.

Ignoring his struggles, as soon as Emperor Shakti's mind moved, the Buddha's power began to scorch this feather like a red flame, and a trace of black smoke floated from above, and the curling black smoke revealed a golden fist mark, and finally disappeared to the end of the sky.

A high-pitched, angry chirp emanated from the feathers, proclaiming the resentment of the ushers.

Emperor Shakti was unmoved, and just watched this piece of Fa Yu suffer so calmly, and at this moment he had no compassion. In the eyes of the Channeler, he is a living Hades from hell who is in charge of endless killing machines.

It's too cruel, we're just a small incarnation, why let him suffer from the burning of the Buddha's light??

It wasn't until the feather was burned to the point that Shakti stopped.

But that's not all, with a swipe of the sword, it is split in two.

Shakti erased the spiritual and soul imprints from one of them and let the other go.

The small feather the size of a fingernail was out of control, and it fled in a southwestern direction as fast as it could, so fast that the emperor was stunned.

Subconsciously touching his chin, Emperor Shakti muttered.

"Am I that scary?"

After solving this trouble, Emperor Shakti was about to go back, but his footsteps were only half raised, but he suddenly stopped.

He turned sharply, facing west, his eyes lit up with a circle of dazzling red-gold lines, and his eyes burned with the true fire of samadhi.

His gaze passed through the stratus clouds, shining straight for thousands of miles, and soon a laughing scene appeared under the eyes of Emperor Shakti.

A little fat man like Maitreya Buddha is waving his chubby hand and beating a skinny child. The little fat man was panting, he couldn't even wave his arms anymore, and he was still struggling to knock on the chestnut, Duang Duang Duang's knocking.

The little thin man held his head in his hands, but to no avail, and his head was bulging with dense bags, looking like a Buddha.

What attracted the attention of Emperor Shakti was naturally not this funny scene, but the immeasurable power of wish emanating from the little fat man. The power of aspiration will not manifest until it is transformed into the light of the Buddha. Therefore, ordinary people can't see it, but Buddhist monks and some people who have cultivated deeply can see it.

In Shakti's eyes, the little fat man was covered in red gold, and endless wishes surrounded him, and the light of red gold went straight to the bullfight. Every move will be a wish.

Wishing power is generated when Buddhist disciples recite the Dharma and recite Buddhist texts in their hearts, and they can also obtain more wishing power by building a golden Buddha statue for themselves in the temple, so that all living beings and all spirits can make wishes and pray to themselves.

After obtaining the power of wishes, through various Buddhist practices, you can transform the power of wishes into Buddha light, that is, Buddha power. Let this power of faith be truly used for yourself.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for a child to have so much wishing power, unless he is reincarnated as a high-ranking monk. At present, this little fat man is very likely to be the reincarnation of a certain enlightened monk.

As if he had picked up a piece of treasure, Shakti laughed heartily.

"Now that Xiao Xiaoyou has appeared, it is inevitable that he will walk the road of becoming an emperor with the Lord in the future, and I am afraid that the two of them will not be able to go through. This little chubby baby is born with an infinite desire and can be trained to become a successor. In this case, after I settle Xiao Xiaoyou, I will be an apprentice, pass on my mantle, and be a two-person helper.

Amitabha, fortunately. ”

Emperor Shakti smiled, waved his robe, and floated towards the ground on the golden cloud.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Shakti was surrounded by the stars and the moon, and now this mysterious Buddha of extraordinary beauty and terrifying strength has become the idol of everyone. This man saved them from fire and water, and his amiable appearance was naturally quite popular. Many girls came forward, regardless of their own image, and wanted to make friends with them.

Emperor Shakti smiled slightly, his face was like a lotus blooming, and he didn't see the previous slaughter, he slowly spoke: "Friends, wait a minute, when the poor monk brings Xiao Xiaoyou up, let's talk again." ”

Hearing this, the crowd cheered again, it's so good that Uncle Xiao didn't die!

Liu Jingfeng didn't know anything about everything, and when he saw this scene, his heart was full of doubts, so he asked the snake on the side.

When Xuan Snake heard that Xiao Yichen was still alive, his four heads suddenly drooped, and he weakly explained to Liu Jingfeng the incredible things that happened during his poisoning.

At the same time, the crowd consciously separated a road, allowing Emperor Shitian to go to the black hole and bring Xiao Yichen up.

Xiao Yichen is their little uncle, and he is also the benefactor who saved them, if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have been able to wait for the emperor to come out, and they would have been killed by the thieves who had been killed through the ages.

Although at the last moment, due to negligence, the little uncle fell for Ye Zikai, which led to the death of the sect master and the two worshippers. But they don't blame Uncle Xiao, because Uncle Xiao can rush back at a critical moment and fight against a strong enemy with his own strength, and he is already a hero in their hearts.

Under the underground palace, Xiao Yichen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes, and Emperor Shakti happened to fall to the ground.

Emperor Shakti smiled and said with concern: "The above matter has been resolved, how are you recovering?"

"Well, it's much better, thank you seniors for helping me heal. “

The last worry in his heart disappeared, and Xiao Yichen was also very happy. Now that the cracks on the surface of the body have been completely repaired by the Buddha's light, and most of the damage in the body has been recovered, as long as it is slowly adjusted, the situation will improve.

Xiao Yichen no longer calls Emperor Shakti a living Buddha, but a senior.

In his heart, the old Buddha in front of him, who had lived for 500,000 years, solved the troubles of the guide for him, and was worthy of respect.

"Have you figured out what to do in the future?" said Shakti, staring at the child in front of him who represented hope.

Xiao Yichen raised his hand to support his cheek, and after pondering for a long time, he said seriously: "Now it is only temporary security, and the forces behind the eternal killing and those who want to put the Shenxiao Sect to death will not just give up." As long as the Shenxiao Sect did not disappear from this continent, they would not stop. There is no place for us. ”

Those hateful people, just for the false name of a "Shenze First Sect", spent countless energy and financial resources to attack the Shenxiao Sect, and even waited for a thousand years, which is really mad!

Thinking of the inevitable extinction of the sect in the future, as well as the fall of Shizun and others, Xiao Yichen's heart was dull.

Although there is now Emperor Shatian, a strong Buddhist man in the sect, Xiao Yichen knows that Emperor Shakti cannot always protect him, and being able to take action for him once is already based on his willingness to inherit the cause and effect of Xuanji Immortal Venerable.

He wants to rely on himself to find out those who are high up or hiding in the dark, and make them pay the price of blood to pay tribute to the thousands of unjust souls of the gods.

After using his heart to contemplate Xiao Yichen's thoughts, Emperor Shakti nodded secretly.

This kid didn't plead with me to help him clear all the obstacles at once, and he was very sensible. Some things cannot be done by others, but by oneself.

It's just that now his strength is too weak, even if there is a white turtle shell to blind the heavens, I am afraid that he will not be able to grow up in the case of the enemy of the whole world.

Then I helped him again.

Thinking of this, the emperor asked, "How about the poor monk give you a ride?"