Give the world of mixed martial arts a little bit of the shock of the Thunderbolt Monk

"Western Buddha Realm?"

Hearing this, Jing Canglang had a flash of doubt in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't know what the West Buddha World was. What he was curious about was the other party's description of his affiliation. He only mentioned the West Buddha World, but not the specific organization.

The lover next to him also had the same doubts in his heart and asked directly.

"I said this master, but where did you come from?"

"...I've already said it."

Shi Tiancang was also puzzled by the other party's question. From his understanding, he had just made it clear. He thought the other party didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it good-naturedly.

"I am Shi Tiancang, and I belong to the Western Buddha Realm."

"Yes, you just said this."

The lover also began to be confused. It was not clear who was talking between them?

"But can you make it clear, where is it in the Western Buddhist Realm? Is it Xihuang, Xilian Temple, or Lingyun Temple?"

"Xihuang..."

Judging from Shi Tiancang's expression, it was as if he had never heard of these things, but fortunately, there was one word that Mr. Qing said that he knew well.

"Your Excellency is talking about Xihuang Jade Sage? That is my master."

"The Jade Saint of Xihuang? Is there such a famous person in the Buddhist world of Xihuang?"

Obviously the Xihuang he was talking about was an organization, but why did it turn into a specific person when it came to the other party's mouth? Moreover, he has worked for Zhengdao for so many years, but he has never heard of any Xihuang Jade Sage in the Xihuang Buddhist world.

"Where is the Western Buddha Realm? Master, he is the master of the Western Buddhist Realm and has never opened any other organizations."

One talked about the organization, the other talked about the people. The communication between the two parties was completely inconsistent, and no one could understand what the other was talking about.

"Master, what year was the founder of Xihuang, the Buddha, and he was born in Lingyun Temple. Do we live in the same world?"

Young Master Qing was confused. How come he hadn't heard anything this man said? If it weren't for the fact that this was also an eminent monk with a majestic appearance and a wound on his body, he would have really wanted to hit the other person's head with the handle of a fan to see if what was growing inside was different from his own.

However, Jing Canglang, who was listening quietly on the side, realized something. Based on the deep inner strength of the Buddha in front of him and the terrifying cultivation level shown in just a few moves, he boldly guessed that this person was in the path of Buddha. His achievements are comparable to those of Jing Liuli, Yi Yishu and others. He is a senior whose age and seniority are unknown.

His friend Yideng Chan is a Buddhist and he once reached a certain status, but now he calls himself a retired person, but he still likes to meddle in other people's business.

Although Yideng Chan is not a particularly talkative person, he is definitely not a talkative person. Jing Canglang has heard a lot about the past history of the Buddhist world. For example, a long time ago, the Western Buddhist world was still a whole and has not declined. And subdivided.

Although he has never heard of the name Shi Tiancang, if the other party is really a Buddha from the Western Buddha Realm tens of millions of years ago, or even longer, it would be understandable that he would say these things that are not in line with common sense.

"Senior, don't you know that the Western Buddha Realm has been subdivided?"

From this, Jing Canglang asked a question that could directly prove his judgment.

"Segmentation?"

"Yes, the West Buddhist world is now divided and governed by different organizations."

"...The Western Buddha Realm has indeed declined."

Xu Shi finally realized the vicissitudes of the outside world. Thousands of words flashed through Shi Tiancang's heart, and the last thing he said out was only a helpless sigh.

"It was my incompetence that failed to save the Western Buddha Realm."

Jing Canglang and Qing Gongzi saw the weight of history in this unknown Buddhist. They didn't know how long he had been isolated from the world, and he didn't even know most common sense.

"That's right, Maha Sin!"

It's just that the sadness in the Buddha's heart hasn't been vented for long, and he immediately realizes that this is not the time to be sad. Even though there may be no one in the Buddhist world who knows him at this moment, the responsibility he bears cannot be delayed.

"I have to stop the Maha evil... uh..."

Shi Tiancang was anxious and wanted to chase the demon monk who had already walked away as soon as possible, but his movements were too hasty and caused internal injuries, and he almost fell down again.

With his current physical condition, even catching up with Maha Sin would be useless.

"Senior, why don't you go with us first? Maybe other Buddhists can help you."

Because of the incident between Shi Tiancang and Maha Ni, the two of them had been delayed for too much time. They didn't know whether the Eight-faced Ghost Rong had done any harm to the trapped people, but looking at Shi Tiancang's situation, Jing Canglang Don't worry about leaving people here like this.

Although they are very old, they are all from the Western Buddhist world after all. Perhaps Shi Zhijialan and the others will know this person. As for the demon monk called Maha Sin, Jing Canglang has also heard of this name. Yideng Zen once Met him in the South China Sea.

"……it is good."

Shi Tiancang also understood his current situation, thought about it again and again, and finally agreed to go with the two of them. I have been isolated from the world for too long, and I don't know the current situation. I don't have all the fellow practitioners around me anymore, and my school has been destroyed beyond recognition.

If these two young people can contact the West Buddha Realm, it will not only improve their own identity, but also facilitate the future investigation of Maha evil.

"We have been delayed for too long. I'm afraid Yidengchan and the others have already arrived."

Jing Canglang's estimate was correct. Yidengchan and the others had arrived long ago, and even bigger changes occurred and they fell into a fierce battle.

"Ugh!"

Under the green ghost aura, two figures flew out. Dharmawei Vajra, who had an obvious difference in strength, and Shi Zhijialan, whose body was half destroyed, leaving only incomplete skills. These two people were unable to resist the almost full power. The Eight-faced Ghost Rong.

What's even more deadly is that they once belonged to the same sect, and the brothers got along day and night. As the senior brother, the Eight-faced Ghost Rong was familiar with the fighting habits of the two, but for the Eight-faced Ghost Rong who was no longer the Holy Bearer, Shi Zhijialan and the others always remained. There is something strange about it.

"The Holy One!"

Seeing the two of them being shot to the ground, Yidengchan didn't care about the danger behind him or whether he might be plotted against, and rushed straight into the center to Shi Zhijialan's side.

At this time, Dharmawe Vajra also suffered serious internal injuries. Although he was able to stand up again, he probably didn't have the strength to help Shi Zhijialan, who was also seriously injured.

With some strength left in him, Yidengchan hurriedly helped Shi Zhijialan, who fell to the ground and was already covered in blood.

To his surprise, even though his back was exposed to the enemy, Ren Watama, who had originally struck fiercely, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. Instead, he quietly watched him break into the center of the battlefield and watched him lift Shi Zhijia Lan from the ground. Help him up.

"When Shi arrived at Jialan, the gate of Fengdu was opened. Look at the Buddha and walk steadily."

Watching Watmo Ren turn his murderous intent towards Shi Zhi Jialan, Yideng Chan realized that the other party was not simply letting him go, but was waiting for him to reach the same position as Shi Zhi Jia Lan Dharmawe Vajra. In this way, Wat Mo Ren and Bahian Gui Rong can deal with the three of them together.

"I must not fail. I must carry out the Buddha's orders."

His holy skills were so severely damaged that he could not even stand stably. The blood stained his red chest and white clothes. Shi Zhijialan still refused to take a step back. He was the Holy Heng of Xihuang. If he fell, Xihuang would also die. No hope.