Every cause must bear fruit, your catastrophe is me

The sun hangs high, and the scorching sun swayed the earth.

The old monk who was suspended in the air suddenly opened his eyes, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his face instantly turned pale.

"My old man's third life!"

His mind was traumatized, and his primordial spirit seemed to wilt instantly.

"Who the hell? Who saved Kunpeng, and who killed the old man's third life! Who is it?"

Thinking about it, the old monk looked towards the distant sky, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Quack quack! I didn't expect you to be so useless! The emperor has already wounded the demon master, but you haven't captured him yet. Sure enough, the human race is useless!"

A strange and terrifying sound echoed in the air, and a looming figure appeared in front of the old monk out of thin air.

The whole person seems to be connected to the sky and the earth, and the smell of blood wafts in the air in the breath, making it difficult for people to get close.

"Master Demon Emperor!"

Seeing the figure, the old monk's face obviously flashed with fear, and he quickly got up and said respectfully.

"Master Demon Emperor, do you know who rescued Kunpeng?"

A piece of darkness flashed across the eyes of the figure, and in the eyes of the old monk, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in darkness for an instant.

Can't see five fingers.

"Amitabha!"

For this, the old monk was not surprised, and couldn't help shouting the Buddha's name. Suddenly, a golden light radiated from the old monk's body, reflecting a piece of golden yellow around him, and blocking the surrounding darkness.

"Quack quack! What a disobedient little monk! If you just sink into this, maybe I will look at you high, but even if you know now, you are not that person's opponent."

The figure seemed to be annoyed by the old monk's actions, and his voice became cold.

"But don't forget, even if you didn't catch Kunpeng, the one who should be sacrificed still has to be sacrificed, otherwise don't blame me for sacrificing you!"

After all, the figure disappeared in front of the old monk in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

The old monk bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name secretly, seemingly unaware of the threat of the Demon Emperor, but the moment he lowered his head, a golden light appeared faintly in it, and a benevolent figure seemed to slowly appear.

small world.

Inside the cave.

After Tang Yin punched a grain of Nine Heavens Breathing Soil into Kunpeng's body, phantoms flashed across his hands, turning into rays of light and hitting towards his body continuously.

In the blink of an eye, a wave of creative energy began to emerge from his body, constantly repairing his body.

A vitality began to run slowly.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Tang Yin finished printing the last handprint.

In an instant, Kunpeng's body began to change, turning into Kunpeng for a while, and human form for a while.

Back and forth, it is like transforming into each other, constantly emerging, and finally, when it turns into a human form again.

Kunpeng's body shook suddenly, his eyes opened instantly, and two rays of light shot straight into the sky.

But it was stopped by Tang Yin's long-prepared restraint.

"Where is this place?"

Kunpeng looked at the cave in confusion, obviously not yet recovered.

"Finally rescued!"

Seeing that Kunpeng finally came to life, Tang Yin breathed a sigh of relief, and joked with a smile: "This is the underworld, Mr. Kunpeng welcomes you to the six realms of reincarnation!"

Kunpeng stood up, gave Tang Yin a blank look, and said angrily.

"I was almost killed by that old bald donkey of the Living Buddha, and you still make fun of me!"

"Hehehe! Don't you want Master Kunpeng to be happier? As for Tantra!"

As he spoke, the murderous intent in Tang Yin's eyes flashed away.

"Naturally there will be a day of reckoning!"

"By the way, boy! You have to be careful. This time, I discovered that the Tantric sect has begun to sacrifice the human race in the west of the Great Wilderness. It seems to be summoning the demons from outside the territory!"

Thinking of what he discovered during his trip to Tantric Buddhism, Kunpeng's face suddenly turned ugly.

Tang Yin nodded, but didn't speak. Tang Yin already knew about the Tantric Sect's sacrifice to the human race, and even expected it.

But even though he knew it, he didn't intend to intervene, because Tantric Buddhism had already brainwashed these human races in the wild west, and these human races had lost their basic blood.

Even if he could be rescued, he would not turn to the Tiandao League, and probably would despise the Tiandao League to get in the way.

Even so, Tang Yin didn't know why, but there was an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.

"By the way, Tang boy, you have to be careful of the esoteric sect. There is an extremely powerful existence in the esoteric sect. Even I didn't even meet him, and I was injured in his hands. He should have reached the supreme state!"

Kunpeng seemed to remember something, and warned with a trace of fear in his eyes.

Seeing how frightened Kunpeng was, Tang Yin naturally knew who he was talking about, nodded and said, "Okay! I see!"

Although Tang Yin was not afraid of the Demon Emperor, he didn't want to provoke him at this time.

"That's right! Boy Tang, do you know who saved me from that old bald donkey?"

At this moment, Kunpeng suddenly looked up at Tang Yin and asked.

"Of course it's me, who else but me?" Tang Yin couldn't help but give him a blank look.

"Okay! I'm not joking with you, Tang boy!"

Kunpeng looked at Tang Yin seriously, a pair of eyes flashed brightly.

He didn't believe that Tang Yin could save him from the living Buddha, let alone from the fact that he was shot by someone, at least he was a supreme being.

Although he had also doubted Tang Yin, Tang Yin obviously didn't have the ability to kill the half-step Supreme Living Buddha across hundreds of millions of miles.

Tang Yin shook his head helplessly. He knew that Kunpeng was still evaluating him based on his previous strength, but he didn't explain this either.

After all, his improvement in strength cannot be explained by the sky, but since Kunpeng thinks it is someone else, it must be someone else!
Thinking of this, Tang Yin didn't explain further: "I don't know who it is, it just disappeared after saving you!"

"Didn't you see clearly the appearance of this senior?"

Kunpeng asked anxiously. He was not a person who didn't know good and bad. Since he was rescued by others, he naturally wanted to repay the favor. Such a purposeless search was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Tang Yin shook his head and said. "I didn't see it clearly. After all, since this senior didn't want us to find out, how did I find out with my strength!"

Since Kunpeng didn't believe it, he described him as a man with great powers.

"Hey! It's a pity!"

Kunpeng sat down and said with some regret that if he really knew who made the shot, he would definitely go to hug his thigh.

For an old antique like him left over from ancient times, no face is as real as having a real backer.

"However, I never imagined that there are other supreme beings in the wild world."

Kunpeng said with some yearning that he was already a half-step supreme in ancient times, but it is a pity that he is still a half-step supreme after thousands of years. Not to mention that he has not made any progress, but he has never been able to break through the bottleneck of the supreme.

Seeing Kunpeng's self-pitying expression, Tang Yin wanted to laugh, but he couldn't do it so blatantly because he cared about his face.

What's more, for Tang Yin, Kunpeng has always been a teacher and a friend, and he is unwilling to refute his face.