go!!!!

Amitabha Buddha has gathered infinite spiritual power in his hands.

This spiritual power must ensure that the white dragon is reduced to dregs as soon as possible.

However, he didn't dare to let it go.

Xitian has already paid so much for the great cause of Journey to the West.

This spiritual power cannot be controlled at all without destroying Jin Chanzi's soul.

This meowing evil dragon is so annoying!

brute!!!

Amitabha said bitterly: "Eat it! If you eat it, I will suppress you and make you unable to stand up forever! Eat it!"

"Okay! This is what you said!"

Bailong's palm fell slowly, only to hear a squeaking sound!

Jin Chanzi's feet were instantly blown red.

"Oh my goodness!!!"

The golden cicada screams as fiercely as a slaughtered pig.

At this time, he was still in the form of cicada.

At the same time, the fragrance of the soles of the feet wafted into the noses of every Buddha.

"Master, save me! It was you who arranged for me to sing sutras and attract evil spirits to join Xitian. You can't betray me!!!"

Jin Chanzi stared at the oil pan and burst into tears.

However, everything is in vain.

He is a true immortal soul who has just condensed into a golden body. Who is Bai Long's opponent?

Being caught, I didn't even have the ability to resist.

Well?

"stop!"

Suddenly, Amitabha shouted sharply, interrupting Bailong's movements.

"Nielong! You are cruel! You are cruel! I will compensate you five hundred bottles of merit and divine water to calm the princess and Marshal Jin Guang. What do you think?"

Ah!

Five hundred bottles?

It seems that Xitian has saved a lot in these five hundred years.

However, Bailong had already had enough of the merit water.

Five hundred bottles are not even enough for a bath.

Bailong raised his eyes lightly and said with a smile: "Amitabha, will this golden cicada stay ripe?"

Well?

Amitabha was stunned for a moment when he was asked.

What the hell?

Is this Bailong stupid? What are you asking?

snort!

"What do you mean by keeping it cooked? I don't understand it at all."

Amitabha simply stopped looking at Bailong and turned his face away.

Zhila!

"Oh my goodness!!!"

Jin Chanzi screamed like a slaughtering pig again.

This is so damn difficult!

Who did I offend?

Both feet and shells were blown red!

The fragrance is wafting out!

Amitabha gritted his teeth and roared: "Evil dragon! I have already proposed compensation. If you don't agree to give me a word, why are you still torturing Jin Chanzi?"

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Bailong's question was not answered. He rolled his eyes at Amitabha and licked his lips.

"Amitabha, I ask you, will this golden cicada remain ripe?"

Well?

Zhila!!

"Oh my goodness!!!"

Jin Chanzi's whole body twitched, and fragrance wafted out of her three legs.

"Master, please answer quickly! This disciple is going to die! Oops!"

"stop!"

Suddenly, Amitabha gave a sharp shout.

"Nielong! If you say it's cooked, it's cooked. If you say it's not, it's not! You set a price!"

safe!

He is worthy of being a saint from the West, and his understanding is really high.

Bailong took back his hand and said with a smile: "Amitabha, I am the spiritual king of the three realms. I am worthy of your majesty and worthy of the people. Can I take the initiative to ask you for money?"

Not a son of man!

The monks in the Western Heaven wished they could tear the white dragon apart.

This is shameless!

In the Three Realms, you are the blackest person in receiving gifts, and you still pretend to be quite innocent.

nausea!

All the immortals in the Lingxiao Palace, including the Jade Emperor, could not help but blush.

How can this guy be so shameless?

What you just meant was that you wanted Amitabha to hand over the right to set prices to you?

Why are you still pretending to be so noble?

The picket spirit king is so thick-skinned that I can’t match him!

I saw it in the Haotian Mirror.

Bailong looked at Amitabha teasingly.

"I am the richest man in heaven, why do you need so little money? Since you asked me to set a price, I will not offend the saint. It is better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

The next second, Bailong opened his eyes and pointed at Wu Yunxian in the distance.

Wu Yunxian looked around and slowly flew out of the crowd.

Bai Long smiled slightly and said: "There is no need to compensate. My patrol team is short of a deputy, and Patriarch Bodhi is also here. Then cut off the master-servant restriction and let Wu Yunxian and I go."

Well?

Wu Yunxian was stunned at the scene for the first time.

Five hundred years later, he also heard some things.

The other four brothers who served the Seven Immortals back then have prospered since they followed Bai Long.

Bailong did not abuse them.

However, since the Eight Treasures merit pool was empty, Master Zhunti punished him at every turn.

Moreover, tens of thousands of monks in Lingshan also blamed him.

It can be said that he no longer has the face to hang around in Lingshan.

Unexpectedly, Bailong actually wanted him?

Um?

Taoist Zhunti gave Wu Yunxian a fierce look.

It seems that years of suspicion have finally come to light.
To be continued...