The evil Buddha came to Wuyan. Seeing that Wuyan had given up on resistance, he instantly climbed onto his face with an evil smile. He grinned as if the fruit of victory had been picked by him.

However, there is no reason for his behavior. After the outbreak and injury just now, Wuyan has lost her color.

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

But now, he really lost his color, his body could no longer shine, and he became like an old tree withered in the mountains for hundreds of years without vitality. His skin color also became like a Buddha statue washed by thousands of years of wind and rain, becoming rusty, and a weathered breath lingered on his body.

If Wuyan hadn't been chanting unknown scriptures, it would be hard to imagine that he was still a living person.

"Are you going to send me to hell to atone for your sins? Come, go together! What are you doing now? Have you accepted your fate?" The evil Buddha began to laugh at Wuyan two steps away.

The hatred that I had been chasing for thousands of years was finally getting what I wanted today.

No matter how the evil Buddha laughs and insults him, he still recites the scriptures without selfishness. It seems that the outside world is full of fantasy, and everything is just illusion.

Although they are now tens of thousands of meters away from Lanjia Temple, there is a stare on the top floor of Lanjia Temple's Sutra Pavilion.

That was Wang Lin, who had read all the books in the Fantasy Heart Realm.

Just as he woke up from the meditation, he felt a strong sense of wrongness.

Why are snowflakes falling outside? Why are the sound of this vague scripture so sad?

With many questions in his heart, Wang Lin quickly came downstairs and opened the door and walked out. What caught his eye was the pale faces of all the monks in Lanjia Temple and the sparse falling snow. The snow was smaller than when he first entered the Sutra Pavilion.

With a loud bang, a huge roar pulled his realization from near to far.

The moment he saw the distance, Wang Lin's heart was tightened in his heart. He saw the innocent figure who had not been found in Lanjia Temple before.

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

This powerful man who took him out of the small town and village and on the road of cultivation actually fell down. He was confused. He wanted to scream "No!" but he couldn't.

The monks in Lanjia Temple are not only chanting scriptures, but also not knowing what power actually made their scripture sounds concrete, and then floated towards Wuyan in the setting sun.

Wang Lin turned around and ran, and then took several steps to jump onto the top of the Sutra with the help of inertia.

This was something he would never do in the past. The Sutra Pavilion was extremely sacred and could not tolerate him being so presumptuous.

But now he can't care about so much. He has to look at Wuyan more clearly. Even if he can't do anything, he has to do this!

For Wuyan and Evil Buddha, Evil Buddha has talked too much about his nagging and sorrow over the years, and it is time to carry out the final procedure.

"For the past thousand years, this old guy in the center of the circle has been struggling all the time. Now he can no longer make any waves. I see how you can escape today!" After mocking the evil Buddha, he raised the long sword in his hand.

Perhaps in order to humiliate the Buddha in Wuyan and Evil Buddha's body, Evil Buddha held the knife in both hands and raised it over his head, just like an mortal executioner executed.

"No, no, no, no!" Wang Lin's face was pale at the roof of the Sutra Loft instantly. He kept repeating a word in fear, and his voice became louder and louder. He could no longer care if he would disturb the monk below.

Wang Lin jumped and jumped down from the top of Lanjia Temple. After rolling around on the ground, he got up and rushed outside Lanjia Temple.

He wanted to go to Wuyan, but he couldn't just watch it and could do nothing.

But when he was about to run out, he saw Wang Ling curling under the corner of the Sutra Pavilion and trembling. He reached out and led Wang Ling was pulled over by him. He put Wang Ling in the jade in the space on his chest and ran out at full speed.

The distance between 50,000 and 60,000 meters is very far away from Wanlin, but you can see Wuyan as soon as you look up, and the faster you run, the clearer you see. Wang Lin just raised his head and ran over, and he could just use his spiritual sense to scan the obstacles in front.

I learned the art of "One Thought of the Clan" in the Sutra Library. The biggest advantage is that Wang Lin can now use it with all his heart.

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

"Master, stand up. How could you just admit defeat?!" Wang Lin shouted regardless of whether Wuyan could hear it.

The evil Buddha looked at the direction where Wang Lin was running, and there was another slight joke in his expression of confusion.

He looked at Wang Lin and slashed at Wuyan with all his strength. His purpose was to slash Wuyan in half with one knife.

However, Wang Lin's terrified gaze gradually turned into surprise, and the pride of evil Buddha gradually became hideous.

With a sound, it was like a sound made by a bell. The evil Buddha slashed the knife that only reached Wuyan's head and never slashed it again.

The evil Buddha turned his head and saw Wuyan's hands crossing and holding it above his head. 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 cut, and instantly, golden red blood splashed out, and part of the boundless Buddhist text was attracted by Wushu.

"What you are waiting for is now, you shouldn't be distracted!" Wuyan said excitedly, and then the blood flowing out of his hands wrapped around the evil Buddha like a small long blood dragon.

The evil Buddha had already felt something wrong in an instant, but it was too late. He was too close to Wuyan. He could instantly cut Wuyan, and Wuyan could also instantly plague him with blood dragon!

The moment he was plagued by the blood dragon, the evil Buddha used force to float into the air. He frowned tightly, feeling the subtle changes in his body.

Wuyan shook his injured wrists slightly, and could see a faint golden light shining in it. The bones there no longer looked like human bones, but like metal with super strong strength. As Wuyan's hands slightly shaking, the injured hands slowly recovered in the golden light.

Wuyan looked at his recovered hands with joy, then looked at Wang Lin, and gave him an encouragement smile. Then he turned his eyes to the sky and gradually became colder.

"Don't struggle, go back wherever you come from!" Wuyan said blankly.

"Hmph, just...you!" Although the evil Buddha was disturbed by the blood-colored Buddhist text, there was nothing restricted. He spoke sarcastic, but his face changed before he could finish his words.

But Wuyan was not surprised to see his changes, but recalled with a faint recollection: "Master, you are so cruel."

After saying that, tears flashed in his eyes, and endless white light burst out from the dantian in his abdomen.
Chapter completed!