Bai Jun, who was flashing golden light and his injuries recovered quickly, immediately turned into a human body and faintly flashed to Yang Jiao with relief.

"Uncle Master, is it okay?" Yang Jiao couldn't help asking, looking at Bai Jun's slightly embarrassed look.

Taking a deep breath, calmed down the fluctuations of a slightly empty and violent aura in his lower body. Bai Jun shook his head slightly and said, "It's nothing! Although the coffin lamp flame is powerful, my Nine-Turn Yuan Gong broke through to Chapter 569's defense and tore a crack, making the blue light rush towards Shakyamuni not far away like spirituality.

"Ah!" The blue flames on Sakyamuni, who were affected by the blue light, suddenly burned, causing Sakyamuni's face to change greatly and exclaimed pain. The cold sweat on his forehead was blowing down, and the Buddha's light was dazzling all over his body to resist the burning of the blue flame.

However, the blue flame, the green lotus fire seemed to be full of spiritual vitality, and even the Buddha's light could not extinguish it and block it.

"What?" Seeing this, Lan Deng's expression changed slightly, he couldn't help but control the coffin lamp flame to sweep towards Shakyamuni, trying to disperse the green lotus fire on his body.

However, Lan Deng, who was anxious, forgot that these two flames looked like mortal enemies like water and fire. When they met, they burst out with even more terrifying destructive power.

"Ah!" The screams of Shakyamuni, whose body was covered by two flames, suddenly turned red, and the Buddha's light became dim. In the blink of an eye, there were several burnt black all over his body. The burning pain of his body made Shakyamuni sweat all over, and the flesh on his fat face trembled.

Seeing this, Bai Jun suddenly laughed: "Okay! It's burning well! Lan Deng, isn't your coffin lantern fire awesome? Now, when I meet my nephew, I'm defeated?"

Listening to Bai Jun's gloating words, Randeng couldn't help but look a little bad. The twitching corners of his mouth even gritted his teeth, and a deep look of shame, anger and resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Ran Deng, take another move!" Yang Jiao couldn't help but say aloud.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jiao, who quickly made seals like a flower, controlled the green lotus fire in the precious lotus lamp to quickly surge into a thin blue fire phoenix flying towards the lamp.

"Hmph!" Lan Deng, who snorted slightly with a slightly deep face, controlled the coffin lamp flame to turn into a hideous black dragon and greeted him.

A dragon and a phoenix fought in the endless chaotic airflow, and retreated wherever they passed. Furious and terrible energy fluctuations swept through. For a moment, it was difficult to decide the outcome.

Seeing this, Yang Jiao, who let the lotus lamp emit a dazzling green light, flipped his hand and took out the purple-gold spear. The endless lightning gathered around him turned into a purple light and came to the front of the lamp in the blink of an eye. The extremely fierce and violent shot was thrust and the extremely mysterious wave was like a thunder and fire drill.

"Not good!" Ran Deng's eyes tightened, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart. He immediately turned his hand and took out the black ruler to block his chest.

A "keng" sounded a golden and iron attack, and then the violent energy burst out with terrible power like an explosion of explosives, like a flood that opened the gate.

A faint sound of "click" sounded, and the black ruler with a slight crack appeared on the ruler's body was dimly sank into Lan Deng's body. Under the guidance of his mind, Lan Deng's mouth trembling, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and his whole aura was a bit depressed and flew away in a panic.

"Ancient Buddha of Lan Deng!" Sakyamuni was stunned when he saw this, and reacted and shouted in disbelief, and hurriedly flashed away from Yang Jiao and headed towards Lan Deng.

Ran Deng, who was in a panic, looked at Yang Jiao, who was bathed in the lightning with a look of indifferent expression as if he was a god of thunder. His expression became a little complicated, and his heart was even more twitching: "How is it possible? This Yang Jiao is just a junior in the Craft Sect. Even if he is against the will of heaven, he is just a quasi-saint, but his true strength is actually a bit inferior to me, this."

"Why, Randeng, are you hit?" Bai Jun, who also stared at Yang Jiao's back slightly surprised, then smiled happily and turned to Randeng and said loudly.

When Ran Deng, who had a clever reaction, couldn't help but look at Yang Jiao with a look of ugly expression.

Indeed, Yang Jiao's true strength did hit him very hard! The same ones were also hit by Shakyamuni not far away. Compared to Ran Deng's calm appearance, Shakyamuni seemed a little unbearable.

"Impossible!" He looked unbelievable, and a deep jealousy surged in his heart. His eyes were blasting fire at Yang Jiao and his roared directly. He was really hit by Yang Jiao and could not accept this fact at all.

Hearing the roar of Sakyamuni, Yang Jiao, with a calm expression, didn't even look at him.

Bai Jun sneered disdainfully: "What's impossible? Duobao, you were also named the leader of Hinayana Buddhism by the two Western sages. You have such a heart and character, how could you be the leader of a local religion? It's a joke!"

"Yang Jiao, what do you want? Are you really going to leave me and Shakyamuni?" Ran Deng also ignored Bai Jun, staring at Yang Jiao with a slightly low tone.

Hearing Ran Deng's words, Yang Jiao smiled: "Stay you all? Even if I really want this, the two Western Saints will not ignore them. Today's matters, my fortune lineage does not want to make a big deal. As long as you and Shakyamuni apologize to my uncle, this matter will be over, what?"

Randeng's face twitched when he heard this, but his expression changed but he did not immediately speak out to express his attitude.

"Apology? You dream!" Shakyamuni gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Junior Yang Jiao, if you have the ability, you can kill me. If you want me to apologize, it is absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, although Shakyamuni was angry and ashamed, he still maintained some rationality. However, this does not mean that he could bear such shame. As a quasi-saint, the leader of the Hinayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism, when he practiced to his level, he valued face very much. If he gave in and apologized for this, then this would become a shame that he would never be erased and become a laughing stock in the prehistoric world. How could he have the face to be the leader of the Hinayana at that time?

"Oh? It's really tough!" Bai Jun, who raised his eyebrows and smiled, said coldly, "Since that's the case, it seems that he will kill him quickly! I, Bai Jun, don't care. If you haven't taken action for hundreds of years, your whole body will be itchy. It's just right to be active."

Yang Jiao also nodded in cooperation, and a cold curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, right! If you two feel unhappy, we can attract my fortune lineage and other powerful people from the Western Buddhism to fight for a big battle. However, it is hard to say what the result will be."

"Yang Jiao. Do you really want to stir up a battle between the Creation lineage and my Western Buddhism?" Ran Deng, who jumped with a brow, couldn't help but speak in a low voice with a ugly expression. But there was a hint of guilt in that tone.

Even the two Western Saints will not dare to make this decision easily if they fight against the same line of creation.

Yang Jiao said coldly without giving in at all: "This is the first thing you Western Buddhism has taken on. If my subordinates of Cailuo do not take it, wouldn't it make people laugh at me for being afraid of you?"

Randeng stopped hearing this and couldn't speak for a moment.

As for Shakyamuni not far away, he was already nervous. After all, he also knew the foundation of the Creation line. Especially the disaster hundreds of years ago, it pushed the Creation line to a higher level. Not to mention the Creation Heavenly Lord, even the quasi-saintly powerful people under his sects were enough to drink a pot of Western Buddhism.

"Mr. Nephew, stop talking nonsense with them, do something!" Bai Jun grinned and shouted in a low voice when he saw Ran Deng's hesitation.

"Haha! Uncle Master, I haven't had a good fight for a long time! Today, our uncle and nephew will have a good experience of the silence of Western Buddhism!" Yang Jiao, who raised his head and smiled loudly, flashed to Lan Deng first.

Bai Jun, who smiled happily, also locked on Sakyamuni with his eyes like lightning, which made Sakyamuni's face twitch.

"Yang Jiao!" Lan Deng shouted softly and was about to speak, but Yang Jiao had already come to the front of him and stabbed him with a merciless and fierce shot.

The sound of "keng" gold and iron intersection sounded, but a black magic weapon like a coffin plate sacrificed by Ran Deng blocked the sharp shot, and flew back to Ran Deng with a violent tremor and quickly flew back to Ran Deng's feet with Ran Deng.

"Huh?" Yang Jiao, who was sneering slightly when he was about to continue chasing, suddenly looked up at the depths of the endless chaotic airflow in the distance, as if he was aware.

In the rapid surging chaotic airflow, thousands of feet of Buddha light could be seen vaguely shining. Then under a sunset, a Buddha figure came into Yang Jiao's eyes, causing Yang Jiao to narrow his eyes slightly. The person who came was the Buddha, the leader of the Dashen Buddhist Sect in the West.

"My friend Yang Jiao, please forgive me if you want to forgive me, why do you have to do too much?" A dull and majestic voice sounded, and the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha was approaching.

The light illuminated, and Randeng and Shakyamuni also fled to him in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Behind the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, there are even flowing illusions that follow, including Guanyin Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, Sun Buddha, Maitreya Buddha and other powerful Buddhists.

"Big Sun Tathagata Buddha?" Yang Jiao, who raised his eyebrows and smiled, looked at Da Sun Tathagata Buddha and others, had a faint light flashing in his eyes: "All the elites of Western Buddhism are coming out, are they going to really fight with my fortune?"

Before the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha could speak, Shakyamuni pointed at Yang Jiao and said angrily: "Yang Jiao, now that the Buddha of Tathagata is here, do you still dare to be arrogant? Could it be that you don't take Western Buddhism seriously?"

"So what?" Yang Jiao, whose face darkened, sneered bluntly: "You Western Buddhism want to bully people by relying on your power. Do you really think that my subordinates of Cailuo can't bully you? If you really want to do something, my Cailuo will definitely be with you!"

As soon as Yang Jiao finished speaking, before the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha could speak, a series of sharp and terrifying aura fluctuations came from the endless chaotic airflow in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, vitiligoes came to Yang Jiao and Bai Jun. They were the quasi-saintly powerful people from the Creation lineage, and the leaders were Du'er Du'er and Fairy Yunxiao.

Behind the two, Liu'er, Hongyun, Xuanling Holy Mother, and Fairy Yao Ji were also lined up in a row. The mysterious and majestic aura emitted from the six quasi-saints made Ran Deng and others and the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha all moved their expressions.

"Yunxiao, have you cut off the three corpses of yourself?" His eyes swept across the six people, and he was surprised. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Fairy Yunxiao in disbelief.

Among the six people, the highest cultivation level of Fairy Yunxiao is now, and the three quasi-saints of the three corpses. Among the other five, True Man Due, Hongyun, and Xuanling Holy Mother are already powerful quasi-saints of the two corpses. Although Liu Er is not taking the path of corpses, he definitely has a cultivation level comparable to the two corpses of the quasi-saints of the two corpses. Even Fairy Yao Ji, who has the lowest cultivation level among the six people, has not cut off the two corpses, but is much stronger than the average quasi-saint of the one corpses.

Looking at the surprised look of the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, Fairy Yunxiao just smiled indifferently: "It's a bit worse than the Buddha!"

"Hu" let out a light breath and was shocked and surprised. The Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, who had a solemn expression, said calmly: "Yunxiao, too humble!"

"Three Corpses Quasi-Saint?" Taoist Randeng and other Buddhists, who were originally shocked by the cultivation of Due Zhenren and others, were shocked when they heard the conversation between the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha and Fairy Yunxiao.

What is the concept of the Three Corpses Quasi Saints? That is only one step away from the saints, the most powerful being under the saints. In the entire prehistoric world, the number of Three Corpses Quasi Saints is smaller than that of the saints. From this we can see how difficult it is to become the Three Corpses Quasi Saints. Killing off the three corpses is one step closer to the other. Being able to cut off all three corpses is impossible, opportunities, luck, and talent are indispensable!

"Yang Jiao pays homage to all the uncles!" Yang Jiao respectfully bowed to Fairy Yunxiao and others.

Bai Jun was also a little casual and polite to Fairy Yunxiao and others with a smile and bowed, "Senior brothers and sisters!"

Fairy Yunxiao, who nodded faintly, waved his hand to signal the two to retreat aside. Even with his pretty face and slightly cold eyes, he looked at the Buddha of the Great Sun: "Buddha, you have personally taken action and have so many powerful Buddhists. Do you really want to have a fight with my fortune lineage? If this is true, Yunxiao is not talented, but wants to learn about the Buddha's magical powers!"
Chapter completed!