Chapter 1685

But the soul's perception of danger is not wrong, there must be danger coming.

Ever since his soul reached the peak of the fourth level and the Jade Soul was born in purple, he has developed a strong sense of danger.

The eyes of the Buddhist lich narrowed slightly, the treasure was solemn, and the process of using the truth-seeing technique was silent.

Even the master Lin Moyu didn't feel anything. The truth-seeing technique had been used.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Moyu received a message.

The information was illusory, but it made Lin Moyu know what would happen next.

A Buddha's palm traveled through the endless void and attacked towards him.

The Buddha's palm seemed to have locked on to him and was coming straight towards him, unable to dodge.

Lin Moyu knew which ancient Buddha took action. The ancient Buddha, who didn't know where he was, didn't know how to target him, and slapped him.

The truth-seeing technique only gave this result, but it did not give a solution, nor did it give Lin Moyu's fate.

Destiny is always changing, nothing is destined.

Lin Moyu knew that he had to save himself, and there was no way he could escape.

But he didn't panic, he had a trump card and he wouldn't die.

What he was thinking about was how to survive this crisis without using his trump cards.

The wings of the undead spread out, trying to cut off the lock.

The result was disappointing, no one locked themselves in at all, let alone cut them off.

Gu Fo's palm across space attacked in a way that Lin Moyu could not yet understand.

No matter how much I dodge, I can't avoid it. I have no other choice but to bear it.

. . .

Outside the magical place, Zhu Qiwu suddenly felt terrified.

He saw a huge palm print suddenly appear outside the wonderful place, and then flew in.

When the palm print appeared, it was accompanied by bursts of Buddha's sound, but the Buddha's sound was not weird, like the whispers of evil ghosts in hell.

"A palm of the ancient Buddha's hand can lock the life of trapped fruit〃々!"

Zhu Qiwu immediately thought of Lin Moyu, because Lin Moyu had a statue of the seated Buddha in his hand.

Other than that, he couldn't think of anything worthy of Gu Fo's action.

He didn't chase her, since he couldn't catch her anyway, but immediately closed his eyes.

Zhu Qiwu, who was sitting outside Fortress No. 10, suddenly burst out with a strong aura.

He sent a message as quickly as possible.

He muttered the words, "Hope is not too late, hope is not too late."

Not only the main body is like this, but the clone of Zhu Qiwu outside the wonderful place also said the same thing.

Although he said it in his mouth, he knew in his heart that there was little hope.

As someone who has seen the methods of those big shots, he is very aware of the power of the ancient Buddha.

The Buddha's voice sounded in the wonderful place, getting stronger and stronger, covering the entire wonderful place almost instantly.

The squeezing force of the wonderful place is of no use to the Buddha's palm.

This kind of Buddha's voice, which is like the whisper of evil spirits, makes people feel upset.

The people who were cultivating in this wonderful place were all awakened.

In the fifth level area, the cultivators here saw the palm prints of the ancient Buddha flying rapidly from the void.

"what!"

"This is the sound of the Buddha. How come the Buddha comes here?"

"Here comes a Buddha's Palm. In a land of humans, how can we allow the Buddhas to run wild!"

Someone had a bad temper and used a magic weapon on the spot to attack the palm print of the ancient Buddha.

There was a loud bang, and the ancient Buddha's palm print was intact during the attack, but the body of the person who attacked was blown to pieces on the spot, and his body disappeared.

A human fire kindling in the God King realm died just like that.

Everyone looked at each other and didn't dare to take action again.

The ancient Buddha's palm print ignored the others and flew straight into the depths.

The sixth floor, the seventh floor, the eighth floor. . .

The ancient Buddha's palm prints flowed unimpeded all the way, and no one tried to stop it.

Although everyone recognized that this was the palm print of the Buddha, most people maintained restraint without knowing the depth of it.

On the ninth floor, Xiao Sheng was awakened.

He looked at the ancient Buddha's palm print flying from the void and was horrified, "This is the ancient Buddha's palm print..."

His knowledge was far beyond that of other practitioners, and he recognized the origin of this palm print at a glance.

Facing the ancient Buddha's palm print, even he did not dare to act rashly.

If Buddha had struck him, he would have dared to stop him.

He knew that if he touched the ancient Buddha's palm, he would die.

The hair on his body stood on end as he stared at the palm print until it disappeared from sight.

"How come there are ancient Buddha palm prints here?"

"Could it be..."

He looked at the direction where the ancient Buddha's palm print disappeared and let out a low cry in disbelief, "Junior Brother Lin!"

He realized that the ancient Buddha's palm print was aimed at Lin Moyu.

Xiao Sheng set his heart and flew straight into the depths without saying a word.

He knew that he could not save Lin Moyu. Even the peak god might not be able to block the ancient Buddha's palm.

All he could do was collect the body for Lin Moyu.

Yes, just collect the corpses.

Just to collect the corpse, Xiao Sheng had already ignored his own safety.

Now that his soul has not recovered, he is really not suitable to enter the core area, but he still goes.

He was very fast and chased after the ancient Buddha's palm print. Unfortunately, he was not as fast as the ancient Buddha's palm print. In the end, he could only see a glimmer of light.

. . .

In the core area, Lin Moyu was ready.

Since you can't avoid it, deal with it.

Through the art of seeing the truth, he knew that the ancient Buddha's palm seal was very strong, but the power of a palm had no roots and no source, and no matter how strong it was, it had its limit.

It’s not like I don’t have a chance.

Hundreds of millions of undead legions formed a large word, standing in front of Lin Moyu.

All three basic skeletons form the skeleton god general.

After them, come the legion rulers.

Then the Death Knight and the Skeleton Dragon, and the Legion Ruler without a legion.

Finally, there is Skeleton King.

It took a full 100 million skeletons to summon the Skeleton King. He has the fighting power of the Little God Lord, which is not weaker than the Little Ming King Bodhisattva.

Lin Moyu stood at the back of the team, holding a bone sword in his hand.

Lin Moyu found it a bit funny. He had used such tactics a long time ago when he was still in the small world.

Use the skeleton as a human shield to resist the opponent's attacks.

Billions of skeletons acted as human shields and turned into a word, blocking Lin Moyu.

The Buddha's voice resounded in my ears, like the whisper of an evil ghost, getting stronger and stronger.

This kind of Buddhist sound can't help but make people wonder where the aura of the Buddha is, and how it can be more evil than the devil.

Lin Moyu did not regret summoning the Buddhist lich.

"々People must always be responsible for their own choices. Regret is not in my life dictionary."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally saw the ancient Buddha's palm print.

Because of the prediction of the truth-seeing technique, he knew the flight direction of the ancient Buddha's palm prints very well.

The ancient Buddha's palm print flew over, and Lin Moyu's whole body glowed.

The two original spells were activated at the same time, and his aura was rising steadily.

The second level of the God King, the third level. . . . Level nine. . . Little god.