Is it better than a fist? A wise man works hard, a fool works hard. Fifteen billion is so amazing, hum!"

"Hahahaha..." Chen Yang said: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay!"

He thought it was funny, but Linghui actually minded a little bit.

Chen Yang also knew in his heart that the higher he went, the less the competition was about strength. Although strength was important, it was not the most important thing.

Then, Chen Yang said goodbye to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. He really still had too many things to do, and his time was really running out. He had to race against time.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said in a deep voice: "Little benefactor, once I leave, this poor monk is here to hope that we will see you again someday."

Chen Yang said: "It is really the fault of the younger generation that Bodhisattva is worried about me. I also hope that we can see each other again in the future."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said: "The poor monk can't see the fog of the future, but the poor monk sees that the little benefactor is definitely not a short-lived person. The poor monk believes that the little benefactor will definitely make another village bright and bright, and maybe he will go up to the next level."

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"I accept the Bodhisattva's auspicious words." Chen Yang clasped his fists, saluted, and then slowly retreated.

Chen Yang soon left the eighteenth level of hell in the Yuqing world, and then came to the eighteenth level of hell in the Western King's Realm.

Chen Yang then found the Demon King. The moment the Demon King saw Chen Yang, tears filled his eyes.

They were even more excited than the common people when they met their uncle from the People's Liberation Army.
Chapter completed!