Villain: Overturn the table, I don’t want to play anymore!

The truth is, it's not reasonable!

Everyone looked at Wei Zhenbin with disdain.

Why don't you say that Zixiao is your long-lost brother?

Who else should I trust? Zixiao, according to what you said before, walked out of his own path, and thought it was a powerful path.

The result is just like this?

It's reasonable, but what's reasonable about it?

The faceless saint on the high platform was red with anger, and roared: "This is cheating, this is blatant cheating! What do you mean he summoned Zixiao over! His communication qualification should be revoked!"

"What are you talking about!"

Bang!

The Saint of Yaoguang slapped the table. Fortunately, it was his own property, so he didn't use much force. Otherwise, it would be strange if the saint didn't smash the table into ashes.

The Saint of Yaoguang held a dogtail grass in his mouth and looked at the Saint of Wuxiang with his eyes slanted.

"My junior brother said it was reasonable, then it was reasonable!"

"Didn't you hear the Saint of Tianji speak? He admires my junior brother very much."

"I vaguely remember that in ancient times, there was a method called that... Calling... Yes! Calling method! This method is similar to the Shaking Method of my Yaoguang Holy Land!"

"The function of this method is to summon people who trust and believe in it with great cause and effect to fight for them!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... Wei Zhenbin is really a great man with great luck. He found such a long-lost method."

The tone of the Saint of Yaoguang was full of admiration.

The Holy Lord of Tianji on the side also quickly agreed: "That's right, this ancient Taoism was indeed found by our Holy Land of Tianji at a great price!"

"Alas... you don't know, in order to calculate the location of this Taoism, our Holy Land of Tianji paid a great price!"

"This Taoism is called that thing, that thing?"

"Ahem!"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang on the side hurriedly coughed twice and reminded: "Summoning people!"

"Yes!"

The Holy Lord of Tianji slapped his thigh and said loudly: "It's the summoning method!"

"Didn't your disciple get the projection of the ancient Buddha? Then there's nothing wrong with my Holy Son summoning a living person!"

"You!!!"

The Holy Lord of Wuxiang looked at the shameless appearance of the Holy Lord of Yaoguang and the Holy Lord of Tianji, and he almost vomited blood.

Unexpectedly, when he came to the Holy Land of Yaoguang and participated in this so-called sect competition, he suffered internal injuries and was about to vomit blood. The reason was not because of fighting with others, but because of being angry.

All the people present were cultivators, and they already had excellent hearing. In addition, many saints did not lower their voices when discussing.

This led to everyone hearing what Saint Yaoguang and Saint Tianji said.

Great! Great! I have never heard such a fresh and unworldly reason.

However, the Buddha broke the rules first, and Wei Zhenbin was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Otherwise, if any of them faced the Buddha, wouldn’t they have to experience the so-called Buddha possessing him?

Let Zixiao, the host, teach him a lesson, which is simply perfect.

I just don’t know if Zixiao’s Mahayana cultivation can fight against the projection of the ancient Buddha in the Transcendental Tribulation Realm.

Even if it is just a projection, he is also an ancient Buddha.

The so-called Tianjiao, of course, has the ability to fight across borders, but the other party is also a Tianjiao? And he is also an enlightened person.

Not to mention fighting across a large realm, even a small realm is impossible.

Therefore, most people did not have the hope of winning when Zixiao appeared on the stage, and only hoped that Zixiao could hold on until the projection of the ancient Buddha disappeared.

"Brother! Is it really okay?"

Wei Zhenbin said quietly to Zixiao, with a trace of worry in his eyes.

The ancient Buddha was originally an enlightened person, and he was also a person who followed the will of heaven. In addition, he was in the realm of transcending tribulation. Even though he knew that Zixiao was a destined person and extraordinary, he was still a little worried.

Zixiao glanced at Wei Zhenbin and said, "If you can do it, how can I not do it?"

"Yes! Then brother, I will find a cool place to rest. If you need me, please tell me at any time."

"Well, go ahead."

"Okay!"

After that, Wei Zhenbin turned into a stream of light and came to the corner of the ring. He really took out a small stool from the Qiankun Ring, sat down obediently, and looked at Zixiao.

After Wei Zhenbin left, the ancient Buddha also woke up from his confusion.

The reason why he recognized Zixiao's identity was because the Buddha's memory resonated with him.

So now he is both the ancient Buddha and the Buddha's son.

Seeing Zixiao

Appearing on the stage, with a trace of resentment and murderous intent in his wise eyes.

"Amitabha... Good, good, Mr. Zi, I see that you have a great disaster in your life, why not convert..."

Swish!

Before the ancient Buddha finished speaking, a black shadow came directly in front of him, it was Zixiao.

At this time, Zixiao had a look of contempt on his face, and his right fist hit out fiercely.

"Just do it! What are you talking about!"

Boom! ! !

The powerful Tao rhyme shot out directly from Zixiao's fist.

The surging divine light rose up from Zixiao's back, and the divine power was like a sword that reached the sky, directly tearing the array pattern, blooming with brilliance, and flooding the arena.

Several core palace masters from the Yaoguang Holy Land immediately stood in various corners of the arena to restart the array pattern.

In the light, Zixiao's fist changed from dim to brilliant, and from black light to golden light. This is a qualitative change.

It was so fast that there was no escape.

He used the power of the sword to move his fist, and wherever he passed, he was invincible!

Even the air was torn in half.

Above the sky, the shadow of a grass slowly rose into the air.

A grass cut off the sun, moon and stars, and the grass sword technique was so terrifying.

The ancient Buddha sitting on the golden lotus put his hands together, and a golden Buddhist essence spurted out from his mouth and nose. On his hands, countless golden runes lit up, and the power was so strong that it resonated with the heavenly way.

This was the Dharma of the ancient Buddha, manifesting his arms and blocking Zixiao's sword. This was the first time the two had a head-on collision and encounter.

Clang! ! !

A huge roar resounded throughout the area.

The stone bricks on the ring were lifted up layer by layer, and even the ring with self-repair function lost its due effect at this moment.

Zixiao shook his fist, and the sword light sprayed between his palms and fingers. The sword light was as thick, gorgeous and violent as the return of all the swords.

The ancient Buddha silently chanted Amitabha.

The golden Buddha light on his chest enveloped the sword light that could cut through everything, preventing it from taking even a step beyond the line.

This was the ultimate clash between the sword and the Buddha. The robes of both sides rustled, and their faces were even more resolute. If anyone lost in this first confrontation, he would probably be suppressed everywhere in the subsequent battles.

So it was obviously just a simple test, but both of them used their spiritual power to the extreme.

At this time, all the disciples watching the battle felt the understanding of the Tao and the use of spiritual power in the two of them.

Boom boom boom boom...

The battle continued, and neither of them was willing to take a step back.

The violent spiritual power kept hitting in the air wantonly, and the sonic boom made people feel as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.