Chapter 375 The high priest is just trapped, not dead!

Liang Hui conquered several realms and encountered countless enemies in his life, but he never retreated even a bit.

It has been nearly a thousand years since I entered the dream, with endless battles and bloody battles.

His will is so pure and refined that even death a hundred times cannot change it.

"kill!"

Liang Hui uttered thunderous sounds and punched in the formation, his punches still as fierce as ever.

In an instant, a large amount of Buddha's light was destroyed, but more Buddha's light was generated and attacked him.

Endless!

"Although this formation was not set up by our main body, it is not something you can break at this moment."

The Buddha stood at the dragon's tail, his robes fluttering and his eyes flickering with light.

Liang Hui simply ignored the Buddha's words and carefully sensed the formation without probing with a punch.

Destruction and creation seem to be endless and everything is in vain.

But deep in the young man's eyes, there were ripples.

This place is of great benefit to his practice.

The fist tip is bright, destroying the Buddhist text, and the blood and energy rushing into the sky are intertwined with the Buddha's light.

The Buddha transformed by the mysterious light frowned slightly.

Under such circumstances, they simply could not bring Liang Hui back to Lingshan.

However, his frown soon relaxed. As long as he could suppress the young man, he would have achieved the main purpose of this trip.

But there was always a trace of sadness in the Buddha's heart. He looked up and seemed to see three tall figures fighting and confronting each other in the long river of the road, in the long river of time, and in all places within his sight.

"Is it true that my true spirit is incomplete and I really cannot occupy the source of the Great Dao?"

The chaotic thoughts in my mind were quickly eliminated.

The Buddha turned his gaze back to the formation, gazing at the undefeated figure in the golden light. All he had to do was keep an eye on the person in front of him.

Buddhism could not bear it, and the last Buddha passed away.

The emperors looked at the huge magic circle, their eyes filled with caution, staring at the five Buddhas.

They heard all the conversations just now, which means that the five emperors before them have been replaced by the force called Buddhism.

"What a complicated plan. We are all your pawns." The Winged Clan Emperor spoke in a cold tone with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It almost took part in the practice of the Buddha's formation and unknowingly became a vessel for the descent.

"Your Majesty, you are overthinking. These four people have a predestined relationship with my Buddha." A Buddha had a compassionate look on his face and sat in a lotus position.

The Buddha transformed from Xuan Guang put his hands together.

"Emperors, we all have the same goal, which is to trap this human high priest."

"All the rest has nothing to do with us. You can decide for yourself."

For a moment, the eyes of the emperors flickered and various thoughts flashed through their minds.

Finally, everyone turned their attention to the Central World.

"Can the human high priest be killed?" The emperor of the Celestial Clan suddenly asked.

The Buddha shook his head, his eyes lowered: "This formation is designed to suppress and convert, and its killing power is slightly weaker."

The devil can only be suppressed and besieged, but never killed, otherwise that person will make up for the last flaw of the true spirit.

An existence that occupies the source of the Five Elements is something that both the Buddhist sect and the demon clan's demon masters do not want to see.

Upon hearing this, the Emperor of the Celestial Clan frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction rising in the depths of his eyes.

Doing so is not much different from letting the human high priest leave. As long as the other party is alive, the threat will not be eliminated.

Call ~
After exhaling a breath of foul air, the emperor of the Celestial Clan turned around and left.

The emperors at the side also thought of something, glanced at the five Buddhas, and then went to their respective worlds.

No one attacked the central realm.

The five Buddhas looked at the departing emperors with different expressions.

"Brother, when did our Buddhist sect fall to this point? A group of young fellows who have just entered the realm of 'immortality' dare to do this." A sad voice came from the Buddha who was sitting in a daze.

"And the Mountain King, the false Buddha."

"Amitabha!" A Buddhist chant interrupted his words. The Buddha transformed by Xuan Guang slowly sat down, with a serious look on his face.

"Brother, you are obsessed with appearances. The Buddha's affairs are not for us to discuss."

"My fellow brothers have passed away one after another, and it is difficult to go against the great principles."

"Brother, you taught me a lesson."

The Buddha nodded and said nothing more.

For a moment, there was silence outside the Central World.

Standing in the center, the Buddha transformed by mysterious light was reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, but a trace of sadness rose unconsciously in his heart.

That conquest changed everything. No one would have thought that the Peacock, who was given hope by both the Buddha and the demon veins, was determined to be able to occupy one of the source.

He was actually beaten to death by a younger generation, leading to a brutal battle that lasted for eternity.

One by one, the brothers died and disappeared in the years. Even a Buddha
Trash! Such trash!!

Even with his Buddha's heart, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

But after all, he has not occupied the source of the avenue, so we still have hope of victory.

Fifty years have passed and the world has changed dramatically.

Over the past fifty years, the Central Realm has been peaceful and tranquil. Apart from the addition of a never-extinguishing golden sun in the sky, there has been no abnormality.

Neither the attacks by hundreds of races nor the infiltration and killing by the emperor happened.

However, many alien emperors directly dragged the world away from the periphery of the central realm and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​​​realms.

Most of the weaker ethnic groups sent various gifts to express their desire for reconciliation.

In the human hall, all the kings stood there, and they all looked at the feminine middle-aged man sitting on the throne.

"Your Highness, the Winged Clan sent three pairs of golden wings to express their intention of reconciliation."

"Take it." The feminine man was wearing a royal robe and a twelve-tassel crown on his head. He leaned against the throne with a smile on his face.

"and many more!"

A king walked out of the crowd. She was a woman who exuded a cold and chilly aura.

"Ice King, any objections?"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew this woman. She was once a member of their Fu family's imperial bloodline. She had spoken out against that person together with Fu Xiao.

"Your Highness, the high priest said before he left that the eighteen clans would never accept surrender."

"Hey, High Priest!" The middle-aged man let out a playful laugh.

Looking up at the sky, I seemed to see the golden sun hanging in the sky.

"What the high priest said was fifty years ago. Now the situation has changed. Of course, we have to make a decision based on the circumstances."

"Your Highness, this is so disrespectful."

"That's enough, Ice King."

"You must remember that it was my grandfather, Emperor Fu Yue, who fought for the survival of the human race for tens of millions of years before we finally won today."

"As his bloodline, can't I accept the gift of surrender?"

The middle-aged man's tone was cold, and his eyes were even colder and more cruel.

He glanced at the standing kings and spoke each word with sincerity:

"I know that most of you have hatred towards other races, but the most important thing for people is to look forward."

"Now that the alien race is willing to submit to our human race, isn't this a rare opportunity?"

"Wouldn't it be good to make a contract, sign a great document, and enjoy eternal peace?"

For a moment, the whole hall fell into silence.

For such a major event, the prince in front of him has no right to decide at all. There are only two people who can make the decision from beginning to end.

But now that His Highness has said it, the meaning it represents is somewhat thought-provoking.

A long time, a long time!
An inexplicable voice came from someone's mouth and floated in the palace.

"The high priest is just trapped, not dead!"

"Do you want to go through another reckoning?"

(End of this chapter)