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

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

Just as everyone watched 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 rhyme.

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

Crack, crack, crack...

A harsh chewing sound rang out.

Was the ancient Buddha's rhyme swallowed by someone?

This change stunned everyone.

It was the Yaoguang Saint Lord who was the first to react: "Who is this evildoer! How dare you be so presumptuous in my Yaoguang Holy Land!!!"

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

That was the business of their Yaoguang Holy Land.

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

It was an evil demon at first glance.

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

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

An ancestor roared.

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

Boom boom boom...

All the Dao attacks on the giant hand had no effect.

Even the giant hand was still absorbing the Dao.

The great terror in the crack obviously had no intention of getting 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 to the starry sky, as if they wanted to find the thief.

Zixiao fell into silence after hearing this, and he did not respond even though the system kept calling him.

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

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

The latter saw Wei Zhenbin coming towards him with a look of fear in his eyes.

Allowing the ancient Buddha to descend to the world had exhausted his spiritual power, and at this moment he had no room to fight back.

If Wei Zhenbin took the opportunity to retaliate, wouldn't he be beaten for nothing again? !

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

Bang! ! !

Before the Buddhist son could finish his words, a big stick hit him hard in the face, causing him to swallow back the words he was about to say.

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

Bang bang bang bang...

"I asked you to summon the ancient Buddha. Do you accept it 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 did not notice Wei Zhenbin's actions.

By the time everyone noticed, the Buddhist child was beaten to the point of only having one breath left.

At this time, the Buddhist child 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 Buddhist child's head, which was like a tower, did not change at all.

Now even his mother would not recognize him if she came.

"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 even say 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 from the high platform.

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

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

So in terms of strength

, he is also very strong.

At this time, he saw Wei Zhenbin on the stage beating his own Buddhist disciple.

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

Thinking of Zixiao's terrifying fighting power!

He felt a little weak in his heart. If he went on stage directly, wouldn't it be easy to be regarded as violating the rules and then 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 the Buddhist disciple has been beaten like this, Zixiao should let go, right?

Thinking of this, the sequence disciple of the 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 rubbed his shoulders obediently without disturbing him.

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

"Zi... um... Uncle Master, we Wuxiang Holy Land admit defeat in this competition. Please stop the competition?"

The sequence disciple of Wuxiang Holy Land pleaded cautiously.

But there was no response at all.

Zixiao's eyes were dull and sluggish, as if he didn't hear what the other party said at all.

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

"Talk to him directly and forcefully! Don't be afraid, he is now the host, what are you afraid of! Hurry up and rescue Du'e!"

The sequence disciple looked up and saw that it was the voice transmission from his own Saint Lord.

The former felt a little wronged, because Zixiao's powerful strength left him with a big shadow.

Talk to him forcefully?

I'm afraid he's just itching for trouble!

For the sake of his own face, Wuxiang Saint Lord naturally would not take the initiative to find Zixiao to propose that he admit defeat. It would be best to let the disciple do it.

Using a more forceful attitude can also warn Zixiao a little.

Even if Zixiao suddenly attacked someone, it would not be a big deal, as he was just a disciple. He could just take advantage of the situation.

The sequence disciple gritted his teeth, thinking of the criminal law of his own holy land, and took two steps forward.

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

"Zixiao!!!"

The sequence disciple summoned up his strength and called out Zixiao's name, saying forcefully: "You are the host and referee. Now we have all admitted defeat. Why don't you stop the competition? Are you hiding behind a woman and pretending to be deaf and dumb?!"

"Are you looking for death?!" Yan Ling'er bared two small tiger teeth and waved her fist, as if she was going to attack the sequence disciple.

At this moment, a slender hand appeared on her shoulder and stopped her action.

"Junior master..."

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

But Zixiao ignored her at this time. After stopping Yan Linger, Zixiao walked directly to the sequence disciple.

The latter swallowed subconsciously when he saw the figure in front of him, but when he thought of the order of the Holy Lord, he immediately said firmly: "Zixiao, you..."

Bang! ! !

The little monk instantly turned into a blood mist.