Chapter 109 Rotten and Withered Hands

The power of will was no longer enough to support the young ancient Buddha to come to the world.

Just as everyone was watching the golden light gradually dissipate.

Suddenly!

With a bang, a big hand suddenly appeared in the air.

The big hand, with a rotten burial intention, grabbed the ancient Buddha's Dao Yun.

Then, a crack appeared in the sky, like a bloody mouth, and the giant hand threw the ancient Buddha's Dao Yun into the crack.

Crack, crack, crack...

The harsh chewing sound sounded.

The ancient Buddha's Dao Yun was swallowed by someone?

This change stunned everyone.

It was the Yaoguang Holy Lord who reacted first: "Who is this monster! How dare you be so presumptuous in my Yaoguang Holy Land!!!"

The ancient Buddha's Dao Yun was swallowed, he could ignore it, or even gloat over it, but this giant hand entered the Yaoguang Holy Land and directly passed through the gate formation, as if entering an empty place.

That was the matter of their Yaoguang Holy Land.

Moreover, the giant hand seemed to be withered, the flesh and blood on it had long been rotten, the white bones were exposed outside, and a few pieces of skin were just drooping, which looked extremely terrifying.

It was an evil demon at first glance.

It would be strange if the arrogant character of the Holy Lord Yaoguang could tolerate such a guy dancing on his face.

In the ancestral land of the back mountain of the Holy Land of Yaoguang, one breath after another awakened.

An ancestor roared.

Then, the spiritual energy burst out, and countless laws shot towards the big hand.

Boom boom boom boom...

All the laws attacked the giant hand, and they had no effect.

Even the giant hand was still absorbing the laws that were attacking.

The great terror in the crack obviously had no intention of entangled with everyone. After swallowing the ancient Buddha, it was ready to leave.

However, before leaving, the great terror in the crack stared at Zixiao with its scarlet eyes.

"You still won't succeed this time!"

This hoarse voice sounded in Zixiao's head.

Then, the cracks in the sky slowly healed, and countless ancestors rushed into the starry sky, as if they wanted to find the thief.

After hearing this, Zixiao fell into silence. No matter how the system kept calling him, he did not respond.

The matter of the ancient Buddha was over, and he slowly walked down the ring.

And Wei Zhenbin, who was enjoying the cool in the ring, picked up the big stick on the ground after seeing Zixiao leave, smiled, and approached the Buddhist son.

The latter saw Wei Zhenbin walking towards him, his eyes were a little horrified.

Letting the ancient Buddha come to the world has exhausted his spiritual power, and at this time he has no room for counterattack.

If Wei Zhenbin took the opportunity to retaliate, wouldn't he be beaten in vain? !

Thinking of this, the Buddhist son quickly raised his hand: "I! I admit it...!"

Bang! ! !

Before the Buddhist finished speaking, a big stick hit him in the face, causing him to swallow back what he was about to say.

The Buddhist felt a bloody smell entering his throat, and just as he was about to cough violently, a violent storm of attacks began to greet his face.

Bang bang bang bang...

"I asked you to summon the ancient Buddha, and you're convinced this time! You can summon, and so can I!"

"If I don't beat you up today, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"

Bang bang bang...

A series of explosions sounded on the ring.

Everyone was thinking about what the big hand full of death was just now, and they didn't notice Wei Zhenbin's actions.

By the time everyone noticed it, the Buddhist had been beaten to the point of only having one breath left.

At this time, the Buddhist had lost his handsome face, and his head was swollen several times.

There were skin fragments and several broken teeth on the ground.

But Wei Zhenbin was very careful in his attack, and the Buddha's head, which was like a tower, did not change at all.

Now even his mother would not recognize him.

"How dare you!!! Stop it!"

The Wuxiang Saint Lord roared, but then the Tianji Saint Lord stood in front of him and teased: "The host didn't say to stop, why are you in such a hurry? Besides, hasn't your disciple admitted defeat yet?"

"Does he have a chance to admit defeat! Zixiao! What is Zixiao doing! Go stop him!"

Hearing the roar on the high platform.

A sequence disciple of the Wuxiang Holy Land also came back to his senses.

He was a sequence number one disciple and was once a strong contender for the Buddha's son, but in terms of the nature of the Buddha's Dharma, he was weaker, which made Du'e become the Buddha's son.

So in terms of strength, he was also very strong.

At this time, Wei Zhenbin on the stage was beating his own Buddha's son.

Although he felt a little refreshed, the Saint Lord had already spoken, and he had to stop it.

Thinking of Zixiao's terrifying fighting power!

He felt a little timid. If he went on stage directly, wouldn't he be easily regarded as violating the rules and be beaten up?

He didn't think he was an opponent of a person who could even defeat the young ancient Buddha.

Since he couldn't beat him, he should talk about reason!

I think since the Buddha's son was beaten like this, Zixiao should let go, right?

Thinking of this, the sequence disciple of Wuxiang Holy Land saw Zixiao not far away and rushed up in a flash.

Zixiao's eyes were a little dull at this moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Yan Ling'er beside him also massaged his shoulders obediently without disturbing him.

At this time, the sequence disciple walked in front of Zixiao.

"Zi...uh...Uncle Master, we at Wuxiang Holy Land have admitted defeat in this competition. Can you please terminate the competition?"

The sequence disciples of the Formless Holy Land begged cautiously.

But there was no response at all.

Zi Xiao's eyes were dull and dull, as if he didn't hear what the other party was saying at all.

The sequence disciple gritted his teeth and was about to turn around and leave when a voice suddenly came from his head.

"Speak to him directly and forcefully! Don't be afraid, he is the host now, what are you afraid of! Rescue Du'e quickly!"

The serial disciple looked up and saw that it was the message transmitted to him by his Holy Master.

The former felt a little aggrieved, as Zixiao's powerful strength left quite a shadow on him.

Talk to him more forcefully?

I'm afraid your skin is itchy!

For the sake of his own face, it was naturally impossible for the Holy Lord Wuxiang to take the initiative to ask Zi Xiao to admit defeat. It would be best to let his disciples handle this matter.

Using a stronger attitude can also give Zi Xiao a slight warning.

Even if Zi Xiao suddenly attacks someone and is just a disciple, it won't cause any harm, and he can use it as an excuse.

The sequence disciple gritted his teeth and thought of the punishment in his holy land, so he took two steps forward.

"Hey, little bald donkey, didn't you see that my junior uncle is resting here? I advise you to get out of here!" Yan Ling'er's tone was not polite at all.

"Zixiao!!!"

The Sequence disciple shouted out Zi Xiao's name with all his strength, and said forcefully: "As the host and referee, now that we have surrendered, why don't you stop the competition? Are you hiding behind the woman and pretending to be deaf and dumb? !”

"Are you looking for death?!" Yan Ling'er bared two small tiger fangs and waved his fist, as if he was going to take action against that sequence of disciples.

At this moment, a slender hand appeared on her shoulder, stopping her actions.

"Little uncle..."

Yan Ling'er's expression, which was like a little devil, immediately turned into a good girl. She didn't want to leave a bad impression on her junior uncle.

But Zi Xiao ignored her at all at this time. After stopping Yan Ling'er, Zi Xiao walked directly in front of the disciples.

When the latter saw the figure in front of him, he swallowed subconsciously, but thinking of the Holy Lord's order, he immediately spoke forcefully: "Zixiao, you..."

Bang! ! !

The little monk instantly turned into a blood mist.

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