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The Buddha opened his eyes, with a strange black light blooming in them.

"Where is the Blood Ancestor?" Buddha said slowly, "Let him come out to see me."

Blood Ancestor?

Yang Lin and others looked at each other, is this person here for the Blood Ancestor?

This person's realm is beyond imagination. I wonder what kind of person he is?

Everyone was feeling anxious and fearful at this moment.

"The Blood Ancestor has left the Jidao Palace and is nowhere to be found, but fellow Taoist disciples have come to the wrong place. Please leave quickly."

As the Lord of the First Palace, Yang Lin still had the courage to respond to the other party.

The tone should be as gentle as possible, for fear of arousing the other party's anger. Judging from the performance of this person's punch just now, this mountain-protecting formation may not be able to withstand his attack.

"hehe!"

The Buddha didn't listen to Yang Lin's argument. He sneered and punched the mountain guard formation again.

"boom."

The formation was exaggeratedly twisted and crumbling.

Yang Lin and others were so close that they were shocked by the aftermath of the formation, making their breath surge and their scalps numb.

"Your Excellency, stop."

Yang Lin shouted loudly, "This is the important place of the Jidao Palace. Do not disturb it. Your Excellency has something to say. You and I can discuss it. I am Yang Lin, the master of the Jidao Palace..."

He could see that the man's two punches just now had no force at all. This sect-protecting formation would probably not be able to stop him.

The Buddha didn't listen to Yang Lin's words at all, and still punched the sect-protecting formation one punch after another. In his eyes, maybe Yang Lin was just an ant.

With ants, why talk nonsense?

Everyone was extremely anxious, and they were completely powerless in the face of such a powerful person.

This Buddha was not in a hurry at all, almost like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Your Excellency, please stop."

At this time, a voice exploded from the air.

A shadow like a lake flashed from the sky, and then gradually solidified into a strong and majestic body.

"Seventh Senior Brother?"

Seeing this person, Yang Lin was surprised, happy, and even a little moved.

The person who came was none other than Nan Ming.

There was no other way. In this case, Chen Muyu had to let Nan Ming take action.

If the guess is correct, the person attacking the formation outside should be the most powerful person in the ancient Buddhist clan, Buddha Lao Shizun.

Buddha?

Shouldn't he be in the Holy Land of Chuangjie Mountain? How did it come to this world?

Doesn’t it mean that the chaotic world is suppressed by laws and these gods and demons cannot come? How could he come?

Is it possible that, after reaching the pinnacle of the quasi-ultimate realm, one can already ignore the laws of the chaotic world?

Behind the crowd, Chen Muyu was agitated.

If this person is allowed to break the formation, there will definitely be casualties in the Jidao Palace.

This person can wipe out the entire ancient Buddha clan, let alone the Jidao Palace. He has that ability, and he definitely has that heart.

Currently, no one in the Jidao Palace can fight against such a force, so Chen Muyu can only let Nan Ming fight.

"It's you."

When Buddha saw Nan Ming, his indifferent face finally changed, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a bit of murderous intent in his withered eyes.

Is this really the loving elder Tianlong said? Just a look, and it was not directed at him. Chen Muyu could feel the bone-chilling cold even when he was hiding in the distance.

"Yes, it's me."

Across the magic circle, Nan Mingdan responded calmly.

The two have already fought before, and the last time they fought, the outcome was indistinguishable.

"Shizun, if you don't stay in your realm, what are you doing here?" Nan Ming asked indifferently.

The Buddha frowned slightly and said, "Since my Taoist friends already know my name, why don't you tell me your own name?"

Nan Ming smiled and said, "I'm Nan Ming."

Nan Ming.

It turns out that the seventh senior brother’s name is Nan Ming.

In the crowd, looking at the stalwart figure standing in the void, Yang Lin felt that he knew a little more about this seventh senior brother.

"Fellow Taoist Nanming."

The Buddha spoke slowly, "The old monk is here to find the Blood Ancestor and has nothing to do with you."

Nan Ming shook his head, "Palace Master Yang just said that the Blood Ancestor has indeed left and is not in the Jidao Palace."

Hearing Nan Ming's roll call, Yang Lin straightened his chest quickly, "Fellow Taoist, what the Seventh Senior Brother said is right. The Blood Ancestor has vast supernatural powers and comes and goes without a trace. We, the Jidao Palace, cannot control him. He has already left the Jidao Palace. , disappeared without a trace..."

At this moment, with Nan Ming on the scene, Yang Lin felt that his waist was straightening up a bit.

"hehe."

Shizun chuckled lightly, and finally looked at Yang Lin, "Are you really missing?"

"I really don't know where to go."

Yang Lin answered seriously and had no intention of hiding anything.

Shizun took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Nan Ming, "I didn't have a great time fighting with my Taoist friend last time. I wonder if I can give you some advice?"

Um?

Everyone frowned when they heard this.

what's the situation? Still fighting?

If such powerful men were to fight here, wouldn't the Jidao Palace be immediately destroyed?

Not to mention the Jidao Palace, the entire chaos will be overthrown.

"Since fellow Taoist wants to play, Nan Ming will accompany you, but this is not a place for fighting..."

Nan Mingdan responded that the two of them were of the same level, and he was certainly worthy of the fight.

The Buddha smiled and disappeared into thin air.

The next second, Nan Ming also disappeared, but the two of them went to have a fight somewhere.

…

In front of the mountain gate, the wind blew and there was silence.

It took Yang Lin and others a long time to come back to their senses.

Yang Lin reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and Yang Lin felt that his back was soaked.

Where did such a powerful being come from?

By the way, he said that he had a battle with the Seventh Senior Brother last time. Could it be the mysterious existence in the Holy Land of Chuangjie Mountain?

Looking at his outfit, does he look like a strong man from the ancient Buddhist clan?

Yang Lin's eyes moved slightly, as if he had discovered some new continent.

Sure enough, the strong man who destroyed the Ancient Buddha Clan was the Buddha from the Ancient Buddha Clan?

At this moment, Yang Lin had thousands of thoughts in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

"Palace Master?"

Someone saw Yang Lin standing there in a daze, with an expression on his face that was sometimes surprised and sometimes horrified, as if he was frightened by the scene just now, and he quickly shouted twice.

Yang Lin came back to his senses and saw everyone looking at him. He couldn't help but laugh, "Everyone, don't be nervous. The guy just now is my seventh senior brother and your seventh senior uncle. He has already stepped forward to solve the problem. The crisis is over..."

He also comforted everyone.

Shen Piaopiao and others were stunned for a while.

what's the situation?

Isn't that Brother Nanming? When did you become Yang Lin's seventh senior brother?

Also Seventh Master Uncle?

In unison, everyone looked at Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu just spread his hands helplessly. Now everyone may have realized that Yang Lin was probably deceived by Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu was also speechless. He had never deceived Yang Lin. It was clearly Yang Lin who deceived him.

The seventh senior brother was just Yang Lin's wishful thinking, and Nan Ming never acknowledged it at all.