The two brilliances of black and white submerge half of the sky in Jambudvipa.

"Why did the Moluo Palace get into trouble with the Tianjian Sect?"

Yi Lin's eyes swept through the sky in the distance, the breath was chaotic, the energy was unclear, and all the "reasons" were tangled into one piece, Yi Lin could not figure out what was going on there for a while.

The situation in Jambudvipa is over.

The supreme Buddha passed away, and the twelve arhats died in the seven-treasure glass tree. Buddhist monks also vomited blood and were seriously injured due to the recoil of the "Buddha's golden body".

For a moment, there was no one else who could stand by the little supreme Buddha.

The lonely little supreme Buddha gritted his teeth and threw a string of Buddhist beads at Yi Lin.

Yi Lin raised his hand and shot it, and the Buddhist beads were broken.

Immediately afterwards, the little supreme Buddha threw out a red cassock.

The cassock flashed above Yi Lin's head, shining with gorgeous precious light, suppressing everything... and was stabbed by Yi Lin again.

The Zhuxian Spear is invincible and can be destroyed. Theoretically, as long as Yi Lin's spiritual energy is sufficient, he can break through the sky and the gun breaks through the sky.

The little supreme Buddha threw out magic weapons one by one.

More and more.

Yi Lin poked and found something was wrong. If he poked, he would use up his psychic energy value first. Maybe he would be!

"Why are there so many magic weapons..."

Yi Lin looked at the remains of magic weapons everywhere, muttered, and began to use his skills.

"Shadow kills!"

"Like a shadow!"

In a blink of an eye, Yi Lin's figure disappeared.

At first, Yi Lin was always hard on the anus on the front. This suddenly changed the style of painting and turned to the back, catching the little supreme Buddha who had been drawing out magic weapons off guard.
Chapter completed!