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"Donor!"

"This thing has a connection with my Buddha, and has been tainted with Buddha nature. It is a thing of my Buddhist sect!

How could it be in your hands?"

The middle-aged arhat's expression remained unchanged, maintaining a solemn and dignified posture!

Only the runes were imprinted deep in his pupils, revealing a trace of surprise!

He looked around!

Finally, his eyes fell on the ground below, which was full of potholes.

There were broken arm debris inside, broken into pieces and spread on the ground.

The black blood dyed the soil red, and there were wisps of dark air rising!

His eyes condensed and shook slightly.

This is-

The body of his junior brother?

He actually fell?

How is it possible?

The middle-aged arhat felt incredible, as if it was beyond his expectations!

But he just!

And he could feel the gloomy aura from the Rakshasa Dharmakaya!

But there was no life fluctuation!

He knew it!

The cultivation of that Rakshasa was almost equal to his. If you really counted it!

He was only one level weaker than him!

In addition, the vajra in his hand was a powerful magic weapon, and its power was a little higher.

But overall, it was not much stronger!

If he used all his strength, he could only be on par with the half-step powerful level.

But now——

He just died like this?

It is also possible that he is not dead yet, maybe his soul has escaped!

Only the body was left!

But this undoubtedly shows one thing, that is——

Rakshasa was defeated, and was defeated thoroughly!

He didn't even save the Xuanhuang Stone, and it fell on a green bull!

As for the person who made the move!

The middle-aged Arhat glanced at Niu Dingtian, the realm of Zhenzun, not worth mentioning!

Then, he looked at the white-clothed figure holding a silver halberd on his back!

He couldn't see through it!

However, he had some guesses in his heart!

"Bald donkey?"

Niu Dingtian looked alert, his green body tensed, and he opened his mouth to swallow the Xuanhuang Stone into his stomach.

This is his natural magical power!

He can open up a mustard seed-sized space in his stomach!

It is equivalent to the Qiankun bag!

"I understand, you and the evil cultivator before are in the same group?"

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, did you misunderstand? That person is not an evil cultivator, but from my Mount Xumi!

He has cultivated my Xumi Rakshasa inheritance and has been converted by my Maitreya Buddha!

He has put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha on the spot!

How can he be called an evil cultivator?"

After listening, Niu Dingtian scratched his head to show that he understood!

Nodding, he said,

"That's it!

He also said that he was from Mount Xumi, you and him are in the same group!

What is that called!

Birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, you are not good people!"

Middle-aged Arhat: "..."

Looking at the Xuanhuang Stone Tablet, which was directly put away by Niu Dingtian!

He couldn't help it anymore, lowered his head slightly, raised his hand again, and said,

"Amitabha!"

"I don't know how that Rakshasa disciple offended you two!

Now that he is dead, it is his calamity, and it has nothing to do with me!

But that thing is what I gave him, and it has long been my Buddhist thing!

I hope the donor can return it to me!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand. What is that thing? I didn't see it!

Why don't you go look for it below!"

Niu Dingtian poked the bottom with his hoof, indicating the broken arms and bodies!

How could he spit it out when he had already poured it out of his mouth?

You are dreaming!

Looking at Niu Dingtian pretending to be stupid and dumb, he seemed to be indifferent to daily necessities!

The middle-aged arhat's face could no longer maintain and became gloomy for a while!

"Amitabha..."

He didn't want to drag it on any longer. Since he couldn't persuade him with emotion or reason -

The only thing he could do now was to take action!

Just as he was about to take out the vajra, a roar suddenly came from a distance.

"Bald donkey, die for me!"

The voice shook the earth, like a roar!

Extremely angry!

It turned out to be the master of the Blood Killing Hall, who was following his trail!

He had already come here.

The middle-aged arhat's face changed slightly, and he immediately performed the Buddha Lotus Holy Step!

Just leave!

The Blood Killing had become a mad dog, chasing him closely.

If he catches up with us again, we will have to fight a bloody battle again!

He seemed to have thought of something again!

His soul power spread out, and a divine thought was transmitted, sinking into the void.

It reached the ears of the Blood Killing Hall Master!

"Blood Killing Donor!"

"Don't chase us any further, the Xuanhuang Stone Tablet is no longer in our possession!"

"Now that thing--"

"has fallen into the hands of that green bull!""If you still want it, you can go and ask him for it!"

"Amitabha!"

"I don't want this thing anymore. I hope you will know. We will meet again if we are destined..."

After the voice transmission!

He stepped on the golden lotus and disappeared into the void!

It seemed that he had really left!

"Qingniu?"

"You said, where is that thing? Where is he..."

In the distance, there was a large area of ​​blood spreading, like a rolling blood mist!

Covering the sky and the sun, filling the entire void!

It was terrifying!

Even those who hadn't come close could clearly feel it -

A violent and bloodthirsty aura!

Niu Dingtian, who was standing in the void, shuddered under the breath that was blowing in his face!

Compared with the evil ghost and evil cultivator he met before, it was even more terrifying.

"Is it the Lord of the Blood Killing Hall in the ancient city of Mingxing?"

"A half-step powerful being?"

When Niu Dingtian just guessed his identity, in the blood-colored sky.

Two terrifying eyes burst out!

They fell on him!

"The Xuanhuang Stele is on you? Hand it over to me!"

No more words!

A blood-colored hand stretched out from the huge blood mist.

It grabbed Niu Dingtian!

"Fuck!"

"Jiang Dizi, help me!"

Looking at the blood-colored hand pressing down, Niu Dingtian couldn't help but shout!

"Buzz!!!"

A halberd swung, the silver edge revealed, and turned into silver light!

Intertwined into bundles, performing like a waterfall!

Tearing the sky and the earth, cutting yin and yang!

Straight to the blood-colored hand!

"Dang!!!"

Like the collision of metal and iron, a huge buzzing sound was heard!

It was deafening and piercing the sky!

After the silver light fell, the boundless blood mist broke into pieces and exploded one by one!

A blood-colored giant shadow emerged from it, with its feet on the ground and its head in the sky!

It was more than eight thousand feet high!

It was like a Shura God of Killing, with thousands of blood seas floating behind him.

The killing aura was lingering, and the blood-colored murderous aura was rolling!

It was the Lord of the Blood Killing Hall, and he slowly retracted his hand!

If you look closely, you can see that it is trembling slightly.

What a pity!

The blood color was too thick all over the sky and plains, and it was impossible to see...

Was he injured?

But at this moment, he couldn't help but stop, staring at Jiang Yi with his blood-colored eyes!