"Om" the void trembled, and a sense of crisis surged into his heart. Bai Yulang couldn't help but quickly retreated. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the small golden tower about a foot long that was quickly rotating towards him like an electric drill. It was the Duobao Tower of Shakyamuni.

Wherever Duobao Pagoda passed, the void was violently distorted, as if it had formed a space vortex. The fine space crack appeared before the spiral of the tower, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Bai Yulang.

Under the ruthless urge of Sakyamuni, with the terrible power of the Dobao Pagoda, if Bai Yulang really got caught, he would be the ending of his body being torn to pieces in an instant.

Bai Yulang, who had an angry look on his face, almost instinctively waved a stream of light from his body blocking his chest and turned into a spear.

With a low sound of gold and iron attacks, the moment Bai Yulang held the silver-white spear with both hands, the spire of Duobao Pagoda also hit the gun body.

The silver-white spear was immediately bent, and accompanied by a low sound like a trembling bowstring, Bai Yulang, whose whole body was shocked, flew backwards in a mess, and blood in his mouth spurted, and his face became pale in an instant. The tiger's mouth was shattered, and Bai Yulang, who was bleeding from his hands, flew out of his hands directly, and then the light turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Bai Yulang's body.

"Old bald donkey! Wait for me! I remember the hatred of today, I will give it to you sooner or later!" A low and cold angrily shouted across the sky, and looked at Shakyamuni coldly, and then Bai Yulang used the force to go faster towards the nine heavens.

He was stunned for a moment, as if he could not imagine that he could not leave Bai Yulang even if he had a single move. Then he heard Bai Yulang's angry shout. When he reacted, Sakyamuni suddenly looked cold and murderous intent in his eyes. He looked at Bai Yulang's figure who had reached the void in the blink of an eye, and snorted and flew to chase after him.

However, the void in front of Sakyamuni suddenly twisted, and a sharp cold light accompanied by the fury and coldness, came towards him: "Duobao! I dare to hurt my son, and I'm looking for death!"

"What?" Seeing the sharp and cold face of Shakyamuni felt a chill all over, he couldn't help but sacrificing the Duobao Pagoda that had just been taken back and blocked it in front of him.

The harsh metal and iron attack sounded, and the sharp energy spread out, and the void shattered inch.

The trembling Duobao Pagoda flashed into Sakyamuni's body, while the trembling body of Sakyamuni was also staggering in the void and then retreated more than ten steps before he could barely stabilize his figure.

"You are? Bai Jun!" Seeing the cold white man in white robe holding a silver-white spear opposite, emitting a terrible chill, and his eyes were as cold as the Nine Nether Ice Ice, Shakyamuni was stunned. Then his face suddenly changed: "Is that kid your son?"

Bai Jun, who was holding the silver-white spear in his hands tightly with both hands, was even colder all over, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and said in a low voice: "What do you think?"

"This...Brother Bai Dao! This is a misunderstanding. If I had known that he was your son, I would not have known..." Sakyamuni hurriedly said.

However, Bai Jun, whose cold murderous intent was condensed in his eyes, did not wait for him to finish his words and rushed over. The cold and murderous cry echoed between the world: "Misunderstanding? Duobao, after killing you, I will tell the Tongtian Sect Master a misunderstanding!"

"Boom..." Amid the terrifying energy explosion, Bai Jun who shook himself in front of Sakyamuni, swung down like a stick without mercy. The void wherever the gun passed was twisted, like a rolling water surface.

"No!" Shakyamuni's face suddenly changed, and his whole body shook. The golden body of the Buddha appeared behind him, and the Buddha's light was soaring, and he sacrificed the Duobao Pagoda to try to resist.

The "Keng" gun body hit the Duobao Pagoda, and the light of the Duobao Pagoda was dim. A crack spread on the tower body, turning into a stream of light and sank into Shakyamuni's body. It continued to hit the golden body of the two feet of Buddha, making the golden body tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse.

"Puff" shook all over and spit out a mouthful of blood with golden light. The suffocated Shakyamuni fell directly downwards.

"Impossible!" Shakyamuni, who fell rapidly like a sandbag, tried hard to stabilize his figure, and his eyes widened still looked at Bai Jun with a strong disbelief. He was able to prove the saint, but he could not defeat Bai Jun, or a registered disciple under the Tianzun of Creation. Unwilling to accept, ashamed and frightened, Shakyamuni's heart was mixed for a moment.

Bai Jun, who had just groaned and stepped back, turned his body and stood firm in the void, his eyes still cold and ruthlessly looked at Shakyamuni. His hand holding the spear was slightly relaxed, and then he suddenly clenched.

"No! He really wants to kill me!" Shakyamuni, who was looking at Bai Jun's ruthless gaze, suddenly flashed into a golden stream of light and headed towards the western sky.

After truly seeing Bai Jun's strength, Shakyamuni could no longer have the courage to fight with him.

"Escape? Can you escape?" Bai Jun murmured in his low voice, the cold light condensed in his eyes, and the next moment he flashed and chased Shakyamuni as if he was traveling through the void.

The two chased and fled, and in the blink of an eye, the speed reached an extremely terrifying level, and the stream of light transformed into the twisted void one after another.

In the endless chaos and chaotic stream, the sound of breaking through the air was loud, and a golden stream of light flew past. All the chaotic air flows wherever they passed were storming and retreating, forming a channel without the obstruction of the chaotic air flow.

Then, the white streamer followed at an even more terrifying speed. After a few breaths, he caught up with the golden streamer and directly stagnated into a white robe. Bai Jun, who was holding a spear, stabbed at the golden streamer.

With a "boom" sound, the golden streamer flew backwards at a faster speed, turning into a embarrassed Sakyamuni.

"Bai Jun! Don't go too far! I am the leader of the Hinayana Buddhism whom the mother of Cundi and Amitabha Buddha personally set. Do you dare to kill me?" Looking at Bai Jun who was in power and continued to kill, Shakyamuni immediately roared.

However, what came back to him was the more sharp and ruthless gun. There was also Bai Jun sneering disdainfully: "Hispanic Master? Even the Mahayana Master of Western Buddhism and the Great Sun Tathagata in Lingshan, you can't even touch my son. You, a Hinayana Master who has just reached the quasi-saint, dare to kill my son. So what if I kill you? Who do you think will come to seek revenge for you? Is it your betrayed teacher, Master Tongtian, or the two Western Saints who have taken over you?"

"I..." Shakyamuni's expression changed a little.

With a cold snorting, Bai Jun also came with a merciless shot.

Just as the sharp gun light in Bai Jun's hand was about to fall on Sakyamuni, a Buddha's name sounded. A flash of light came to Sakyamuni and turned into a thin Buddha. Under the dazzling Buddha's light, it really had a momentum. It was the ancient Buddha of Lanting.

"Buzz" A strange tremor energy fluctuation emanated from the Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng. The extremely sharp gun light still arrived in front of the Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng. Its power was greatly reduced as if it was trapped in a quagmire.

"Huh?" Bai Jun, whose face changed slightly, only saw Ran Denggu Buddha wave his hand expressionlessly. He immediately felt as if he was invisible restraint and was pressed against his body by a terrifying aura of pressure. He flew backwards in a little embarrassed manner.

Although Bai Jun, who quickly stabilized his figure, was not injured, he still looked at the Ancient Buddha Randeng with a serious and ugly expression.

"Namo Amitabha!" The ancient Buddha of Lan Deng who clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, he said politely to Bai Jun: "Bai Jun, you have seriously injured Shakyamuni, why do you kill them all? Do you do too much?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Jun couldn't help but sneer: "Do you do it too much? Then isn't it too much for him to kill my son?"

"Your son was just injured, and it was not a big deal. On the contrary, he escaped from the disaster because of Sakyamuni, which is considered an opportunity. Enemies should be resolved rather than formed, so why should fellow Taoists be too persistent?" Randeng said slowly without any haste.

Listening to Ran Deng's words, Bai Jun, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head and laughed.

Seeing this, Randeng, who had looked very calm from the beginning, finally changed his expression and frowned slightly.

"Ran Deng! Since you have taken action personally, I, Bai Jun, will give you a face!" Bai Jun, whose laughter suddenly restrained, looked at Ran Deng with sharp eyes and said, "As long as Duobao apologizes to my son in person, this matter will be revealed."

Randeng's brows frowned a little when he heard this, and a fire of nameless rose from his heart. Did this Bai Jun really think that he had the cultivation of a quasi-saint, so he could talk to him like this without restraint? When Randeng became a quasi-saint, Bai Jun was just a registered disciple of the cultivation level of a small Daluo Jinxian under the disciple of Caihua, and he was not seen by him at all.

"Bai Jun!" The side of Shakyamuni, who was slightly calming his injuries, looked at Bai Jun with a flushed complexion and annoyance, and his hands were shaking. Humiliation! A great humiliation! I think Shakyamuni was once a second-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, a disciple of the saint, and now he is the leader of the Hinayana sect in the West. How can he apologize to a junior under the sect of fortune? If this is spread, he will not lose all his face?

He reached out his hand and stopped Shakyamuni, who was full of violent aura. Randeng, who was also a little unfair, couldn't help but look at Bai Jun coldly and said in a deep voice: "Bai Jun, stop when you see it is good!"

"It makes sense!" Bai Jun, who was unquestionable, immediately said in a deep voice with a cold look: "But, I, Mr. Bai, haven't seen each other today!"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Jun directly rushed towards Lan Deng with a long spear in his hand.

"Okay! Then let me see how good you, the divine disciple, are! " Seeing this, Lan Deng with a slightly cold look, he couldn't help but turn his hands to take out a black ruler. The black ruler surrounded by dazzling Buddha's light directly met the spear held by Bai Jun.

The "Keng" gun ruler collided, and the surrounding chaotic airflow suddenly fluttered like ripples on the water.

Bai Jun, who was trembling all over, flew back in a mess, and a trace of blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph!" Bai Jun, who groaned, quickly stabilized his figure with golden light flashing all over his body.

Seeing this, Randeng couldn't help but look slightly narrowed his eyes: "Is Nine Turn Yuan Gong?"

The next moment, a sneering curve of Ran Deng curled up slightly at the corner of his mouth, and the black flames on his body quickly formed a seal on his hands rose, and under the control of Ran Deng, it turned into a fire dragon and swept towards Bai Jun like lightning.

"Hmm?" Bai Jun, who felt the danger from the black flames, changed his face slightly, quickly flashed back. At the same time, the cold air spread all over his body to protect his whole body.

‘Histy...’ The fire dragon turned into a black flame quickly caught up with Bai Jun, and the dragon body surrounded Bai Jun. It turned into a black fog-like flame trapped Bai Jun in it. The black flame touched the white cold air, making a slight sound, and a violent aura swept across it.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the cold white mist was rapidly dissipating. Obviously, the black flame controlled by the lamp was prevailing.

"What a strange flame!" Bai Jun couldn't help but be surprised: "It can actually absorb my original icy and cold breath. It's obviously a flame, but it's a faint chill, which is really strange!"

Ran Deng, who quietly formed a seal with both hands, looked at Bai Jun who was trapped by the black flames. The sneer at the corner of his mouth became stronger.

"Break!" Bai Jun, who was a little impatient, immediately turned into a sharp cold light and headed towards the black flame outside, with a golden light.

A violent energy tremor sounded, and the violent black flames turned to make a whistling sound like a strong wind. It easily dissolved the terrifying attack power of a sharp shot with softness and hardness. Then it swept towards Bai Jun even more violently.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, Bai Jun, whose eyes were shrinking, couldn't help but shout in a hurry, and his whole body turned into a hovering white snake, which was the body of the divine beast Bai Chi.

Amid the low and sharp roar, the white snake whose body was whipping like a long whip, accompanied by a trembling sound of "pop", it immediately broke through the constraints of the black flame.

"Hmm?" Seeing this, Lan Deng's expression changed slightly, and then he sneered and changed his seal in his hand.

The next moment, the black flame that had originally dispersed directly attached to the white snake like a maggot on the tarsal bone. It immediately caused the white snake to twitch all over its body and let out a painful roar. At the same time, the golden light on the white snake's body shone, as if it had turned into a golden snake. However, the golden snake still had black smoke-like flames burning.

"Coffin Dingyan?" A little shocked and angry roared. The golden snake with golden light shining all over her body couldn't help but look at Lan Deng with sharp eyes: "It's worthy of being an immortal fire! But it's still a little short of trying to hurt me!"

As he spoke, the golden snake was full of golden light. A faint aura of pressure spread out, which extinguished the black flames around him, and slowly dissipated and disappeared.

"It's worthy of being the Nine-Turn Yuangong!" Seeing this, Lan Deng narrowed his eyes slightly, and then nodded slightly relievedly and his expression became solemn. The rich black flames on his body rose like smoke, and turned into a pitch-black lamp in front of him, one of which was swaying.

The light on his body flickered and turned into a human form, Bai Jun couldn't help but look at the black lamp that Lan Deng had reached out to hold his hand: "Coffin lamp?"

"Go!" The light lamp shouted light and directly sacrificed the coffin lamp. The rich black flames spread out from the coffin lamp and enveloped Bai Jun.

Bai Jun, whose eyes shrank slightly, suddenly shone golden light on his body, as if he had turned into a golden man.

The black flames burned on Bai Jun's body, making a low burning sound, which soon caused the golden light on Bai Jun's body to tremble, as if it could break through the defense of the golden light at any time to burn Bai Jun.

"Ah!" Bai Jun, who roared, his golden light fluctuated violently, and his face twitched.

Looking at Bai Jun who was struggling in the black flames, Shakyamuni was secretly shocked and couldn't help but look happy.

However, looking at Bai Jun who was trembling in the golden flame, Ran Deng frowned slightly. Needless to say, the power of the coffin lamp flame was even more terrifying under the power of Ran Deng, but it did not achieve the effect that Lan Deng truly satisfies. Although Bai Jun seemed in pain and embarrassment, he did not really suffer any substantial damage.

"Nine-turn Yuangong, is it really so powerful?" Lan Deng, who was thinking in his heart, then he frowned and activated the coffin lamp with all his strength, making the coffin lamp even more powerful.

After a while, Bai Jun, who was still trembling all over, finally turned into his body with a little pain and a big snake shining with golden light.

In the endless chaotic airflow, the golden snake soared and rolled, and the black flames were burning, causing the golden light on the golden snake to dim at a speed visible to the naked eye. But soon a faint golden light emerged from its body, repairing the scar that was burned by the flames and turned into a charred red scar.

"Mr. Bai, I don't want to make things difficult for you. As long as you agree to retreat and no longer cause trouble for Sakyamuni, I will let you go. How about it?" Randeng said calmly.

Hearing this, Bai Jun, who had a deep smile, said with a low smile: "Haha, Lan Deng, if you have the ability, you kill me! If you want me to bow your head, you are dreaming! You don't go and inquire, are there anyone under my disciples of Cailuo? It's even more impossible to make me bow to Buddhism!"

"Why do you have to?" Lan Deng said calmly, and a trace of cold color flashed across his eyes to control the coffin lamp flame to continue attacking.

In response to this, Bai Jun, who was flickering with crazy and stubborn colors in his gritted teeth, turned to close his eyes without bowing his head. His breath was faint, and golden light appeared. A special wave slowly spread from his body.

"So tough! But I don't believe how long he can last!" Shakyamuni sneered.

However, Lan Deng, whose brows were slightly frowned, suddenly looked up and looked deep in the endless chaotic airflow ahead. Amid the low buzzing sound, a violent and terrifying aura was approaching quickly.

After only a few breaths, with a low thunder sound of chuckling coming into my ears, I saw purple lights flashing in the endless chaotic airflow. The electric snake swam and caused the chaotic airflow to dissipate and retreat.

Endless purple lightning gathered, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to turn into a world of thunder and lightning.

But in that world of thunder and lightning, a figure bathed in purple thunder and lightning was reflected in Lan Deng's eyes.

"Ran Deng, relying on the power of the coffin lamp, it would be too unfair to take my fortune line into consideration, right?" A low and cold voice sounded, and a purple lightning flashed, and Yang Jiao, who was shining with lightning, came not far away from Bai Jun who had turned into his body.

At the same time, endless purple thunder and lightning gathered, directly skipping past Bai Jun, dispersing the coffin lights and forcing them to retreat.

"Yang Jiao?" Frowning and looking at Yang Jiao's lamplight, he turned to see that the coffin lamplight was actually dispelled and forced to retreat by the purple lightning controlled by Yang Jiao. His expression changed slightly, and he looked at Yang Jiao with a serious expression.

In the past, Ran Deng only regarded Yang Jiao as an outstanding junior and did not pay much attention to it. However, now seeing Yang Jiao's random move made Ran Deng realize that he was underestimating this kid. (To be continued, please search Piao Tianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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