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Chapter 1789 Another fight?
The Buddha opened his eyes, and a strange black glow bloomed in them.

"Where is the Blood Patriarch?" Buddha said slowly, "Let him come out to meet me."

Blood ancestor?
Yang Lin and the others looked at each other, did this person come for the Blood Ancestor?

The state of this person is beyond imagination, I don't know what kind of person it is?

In everyone's heart, at this moment, they are all apprehensive and fearful.

"The Blood Ancestor has already left the Jidao Palace and is missing, but fellow Taoist came to the wrong place, please leave quickly."

As the lord of the first palace, Yang Lin still plucked up his courage and responded to the other party.

The tone was as gentle as possible, for fear of arousing the other party's anger. Judging from the performance of this person's punch just now, the mountain protection formation may not be able to withstand his attack.

"Ha ha!"

The Buddha didn't listen to Yang Lin's argument, he sneered, and directly punched the mountain guard again.

"boom."

A large array of exaggerated distortions, crumbling.

Yang Lin and the others were so close, they were also shocked by the aftermath of the formation, and their scalps were numb.

"Your Excellency, stop."

Yang Lin yelled loudly, "This place is the most important place of the Jidao Palace, so don't be disturbed. Your Excellency has something to say, and you and I can discuss it. I am Yang Lin, the owner of the Jidao Palace..."

He could tell that this person didn't use any force at all in those two punches just now. I'm afraid this big array of guardians will definitely not be able to stop him.

The Buddha didn't listen to Yang Lin's words at all, and still punched the protective array one after another. In his eyes, maybe Yang Lin was just an ant.

With ants, why bother talking nonsense?

Everyone was very anxious, facing such a strong man, they were completely powerless.

This Buddha is not in a hurry at all, more or less like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Your Excellency, let it go."

At this time, a voice exploded from the air.

A vague shadow flashed from the air, and then gradually solidified into a strong and majestic body.

"Senior Brother Seven?"

Seeing this person, Yang Lin was both surprised and happy, and even a little moved.

The person who came was Nan Ming.

There was no way, under such circumstances, Chen Muyu had no choice but to ask Nan Ming to take action.

If the guess is correct, the person who attacked the formation outside should be the most powerful Buddha Buddha in the ancient Buddhist clan.

Shakyamuni?

Shouldn't he be in the Holy Land of Chuangjie Mountain?How did it come to this world?

Didn't it mean that the chaotic world is suppressed by laws, and these gods and demons cannot descend?How can he come?
Could it be that after reaching the peak of the Quasi-Extreme Dao Realm, can one ignore the laws of the chaotic world?

Behind the crowd, Chen Muyu's mind was agitated.

If this person is allowed to break through the formation, the Jidao Palace will inevitably suffer casualties.

This person can wipe out all the ancient Buddhist clan, let alone the Jidao Palace. He has that ability, and he must have that heart.

At present, in the Jidao Palace, no one can fight against such a force, Chen Muyu can only let Nanming play.

"It's you."

When the Buddha saw Nan Ming, his indifferent face was finally moved, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a bit of murderous intent in his haggard eyes.

Is this really the loving elder that Tianlong said? With just one look, and it wasn't directed at him, Chen Muyu could feel the bone-chilling cold while hiding in the distance.

"Yes, it's me."

Across the magic circle, Nan Ming responded lightly.

The two have already dealt with each other, and the last time, they fought regardless of the outcome.

"Shi Zun, you are not staying in your world, what are you doing here?" Nan Ming asked lightly.

The Buddha frowned slightly, "Since you already know my name, why don't you tell me your name?"

Nanming smiled, "I'm going down to Nanming."

Nanming.

It turned out that Seventh Senior Brother's name was Nan Ming.

In the crowd, looking at the stalwart body standing in the void, Yang Lin felt that he knew a little more about this seventh senior brother.

"Fellow Daoist Nanming."

Shi Zun said slowly, "The old monk came here to find the blood ancestor, and it has nothing to do with you."

Nan Ming shook his head, "Gongzhu Yang said just now that the blood ancestor has indeed left and is not in the Jidao Palace."

Listening to Nan Ming's roll call, Yang Lin straightened his chest immediately, "Fellow Daoist, Senior Seventh Brother is right, the Blood Ancestor has great powers, he comes and goes without a trace, it is not under the control of our Jidao Palace, he has already left the Jidao Palace , I don't know where to go..."

At this moment, with Nanming Township, Yang Lin felt his waist straightened up a bit.

"Ha ha."

Shi Zun chuckled, and finally took a straight look at Yang Lin, "Do you really have nowhere to go?"

"I really don't know where to go."

Yang Lin answered seriously, without any intention of hiding anything.

Shi Zun took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to Nanming, "I didn't enjoy my fight with fellow Taoist last time. I wonder if you can give me a lesson?"

Ok?
When everyone heard this, they all frowned.

what's the situation?Still playing?

If such strong men fought here, wouldn't the Jidao Palace be directly abolished?

Not to mention the Jidao Palace, the entire chaos, I'm afraid it will be overthrown.

"Since Fellow Daoist wants to play, Nan Ming will accompany you, but this is not a place for fighting..."

Nan Ming responded indifferently, the two were in the same realm, and he was naturally justified in fighting.

Shi Zun smiled, and his figure disappeared out of thin air.

In the next second, Nan Ming also disappeared directly, but they didn't know where they went to make an appointment for a fight.

……

In front of the mountain gate, the wind blows, and there is silence.

It took Yang Lin and the others a long time to come back to their senses.

Stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, Yang Lin only felt that his back was soaked.

Where did such a powerful existence come from?
By the way, he said that he fought with Seventh Senior Brother last time. Could it be that mysterious existence in the Holy Land of Chuangjie Mountain?
Look at his attire, the strong man of the ancient Buddha clan?
Yang Lin's eyes moved slightly, as if he had discovered some new continent.

Sure enough, the strong man who wiped out the ancient Buddhist clan was the Buddha of the ancient Buddhist clan?
At this moment, Yang Lin had a thousand thoughts in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

"Palace Master?"

Someone saw Yang Lin standing there in a daze, with an expression on his face that was sometimes surprised and sometimes terrified, as if he had been frightened by the scene just now, so he quickly yelled twice.

Yang Lin came back to his senses, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't help laughing dryly, "Everyone, don't be nervous, the one just now is my seventh senior brother and your seventh senior uncle. He has already come forward to solve the problem. The crisis is over..."

He also comforted everyone.

Shen Piaopiao and others were stunned when they heard this.

what's the situation?
Isn't that Brother Nanming?When did he become Yang Lin's seventh senior brother?
Return Seventh Master?

Unanimously, everyone looked at Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu just spread his hands helplessly, everyone may have realized that Yang Lin was probably fooled by Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu was also speechless, where did he fool Yang Lin, it was clearly Yang Lin who fooled himself.

The Seventh Senior Brother was all Yang Lin's own wishful thinking, and Nan Ming never admitted it.

(End of this chapter)