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A huge ancient temple where the light of the Buddha shines and is like a palace, there are bursts of bells ringing.

Every time the bell rings, there will be bursts of Sanskrit sound coming from the ancient temple.

The ancient temple is very huge, if you look at it from the air, the whole ancient temple stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and you can't see the edge at a glance, which gives people an incomparable shock.

Around the ancient temple, there are large and small temples everywhere, and those temples are like the guards of the ancient temple, protecting the ancient temple in it.

At this time, in a magnificent hall of the ancient temple, a young monk of about fifteen or sixteen years old with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, sat quietly on a futon.

Behind the little monk is a huge statue of the Buddha.

The statue of the Buddha was not made of cheesy gold, but of a material that resembled gold and stone.

The Buddha statue pinched the lotus finger with one hand, smiling, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be smiling at the world.

The appearance of this Buddha statue is different from any Buddha on earth.

The little monk sitting on the futon has a solemn and solemn face.

Around the little monk sat three monks.

The three monks have different expressions, some are kind, some are majestic, and some are calm.

The three of them sat next to the little monk and closed their eyes and chanted.

Although the three of them were chanting, their faces flashed solemnly from time to time.

As time passed, a layer of sweat appeared on the little monk's smooth forehead, as if he was under some great pressure.

The intermittent picture flashed through the mind of the little monk, there were pictures of rivers of blood, pictures of warriors fighting, and pictures of mountains of corpses.

Among them, there is also a picture of the Buddhist temple being destroyed by handprints flying from the sky.

Seeing the picture of the destruction of Buddhism, the beads of sweat on the little monk's forehead became even more.

Finally, the picture of the little monk stopped, stopping at the picture of the confrontation between the two figures.

The two of them were in majestic figures, stepping on the void, exuding a powerful aura that destroyed the world and destroyed the world.

One of them was surrounded by a long sword, each of which exuded an aura of terror.

The long sword flew around the man, and the surrounding space continued to shatter and coincide, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

The man's face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly, and he could only vaguely see that it should be a middle-aged man, with a tall figure, like the Nine Heavens God King, exuding a huge amount of coercion.

And when the little monk saw the other person, he couldn't help but tremble in his soul.

In reality, the little monk sitting on the futon couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

I saw the man opposite the middle-aged man, wearing a pitch-black robe, and the robe was blown by the wind of the Nine Heavens, and the hunt exploded.

Every flutter of the pitch-black robe will cause a shock in the space, and what makes the little monk even more frightened is that the inexplicable patterns embroidered on the black robe, those patterns, the little monk just glanced at them, and felt as if his soul was about to be sucked away.

Just when the little monk was struggling to resist, a burst of chanting sounded, and the little monk's spiritual sense finally froze.

The little monk who recovered was afraid for a while, and looked at the black-robed man with a frightened expression.

If it weren't for the sudden sound of chanting, I'm afraid his soul would have been sucked away, this is just the clothes on the person's body emitting on their own, if that person takes the initiative, I really don't know how terrifying it will be.

A weapon box as black as ink floated next to the man in the black robe, and at this time, a sword had already flown out of the weapon box, floating on either side of the man in the black robe.

Although the black-robed man only had one sword and one sword, his momentum was no weaker than that of the person opposite.

With the terrifying aura emanating from the sword, the space around it continued to distort and deform, although it did not tear the space apart like the sword that surrounded the person opposite. But it is even more terrifying, because the black-robed man is changing the space, and he knows that it is easy to destroy and difficult to repair, but the black-robed man is not only repairing, but even seems to be controlling the space, not letting it be damaged.

The black-robed man wore an eerie mask, which exuded a majestic momentum, like a king who controlled the living beings in the world, giving people incomparable coercion.

When he saw that mask, the little monk couldn't help but tremble in his soul.

Immediately, two names inexplicably emerged from his mind.

"Tianzun"

"Tianqi Rensheng Emperor"

Just as the little monk's soul looked at the two of them, the two figures also looked over.

"Roll !!"

The shouts of the two sounded in unison, and in an instant, the landslide and tsunami, the plane of the True Martial Continent where the two of them were located, as if they were about to be destroyed, constantly shaking.

It wasn't until the shouting died down that the whole world calmed down.

And the little monk's spiritual sense was shattered when the two of them shouted out.

In reality, on the little monk's delicate face, the seven orifices were bleeding at the same time, and his mouth was also spitting blood.

"It's not good, Lingzun's consciousness seems to be under attack. ”

The three monks didn't say a word, and in an instant, the power of the three of them rushed out, enveloping the little monk in an instant.

Finally, after the three monks vomited blood and flew upside down, the little monk woke up faintly.

The three monks didn't care about their injuries, and hurriedly asked, "Lingzun, what have you seen?"

Lingzun, a name for Buddhism in the Zhenwu Continent, Lingzun is equivalent to the reincarnated Buddha of Tantra on Earth.

The little monk's current appearance is extremely miserable, although the seven holes are no longer bleeding, but the blood stains left by the blood are still left.

The little monk clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha name.

"I saw two people. ”

The three monks looked shocked, did not speak, and continued to wait for the next step of the Lingzun.

"Those two men were the beginning of the catastrophe and the end of the catastrophe. ”

The three old monks glanced at each other, and one of the old monks with a dignified face saluted: "Please also ask Lingzun to make it clear." ”

"Don't say it, don't say it. ”

When the words fell, the little monk was no longer alive and sat there.

"Amitabha. ”

The three monks bowed in unison and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Lingzun goes all the way, and I wish to be born in bliss and come back to the world. ”

After speaking, the door of the main hall opened, and the figures of the three monks disappeared into the main hall.

.....

What Shen Lang was shocked was not the identity of Guan Shengdi, but the relationship between the True Dragon Jue and Shen Kun.

In Shen Lang's memory, Shen Kun has always explained that the true dragon recipe was obtained by him unintentionally.

So why did he never say where he got it? Every time Shen Wuming asked, Shen Kun was ambiguous, making people feel that they were surrounded by clouds and mountains.

And the last time the Shen family war, Shen Kun's bizarre disappearance, it stands to reason that the Shen family is just a family that has been established for less than a hundred years, and Shen Kun is a relatively rigid person, with few friends on the rivers and lakes.

Not to mention that there were people from the virtual realm to save him, everything, there was a fog again, the witnesses at that time, Li Zongquan and others were already dead, and only some warriors from various families who participated in the war at that time remained.

Those people probably didn't know anything, and only Li Zongquan and others knew the situation at that time best.

It's a pity that all the parties involved have died, and a large part of them were killed by him himself, which made Shen Lang cry and laugh.