Chapter 357 Promise You 1

"Amitabha! The old man is courteous.

In Zhao Haoran's sea of knowledge, a monk in a shabby sabutum appeared, with kind eyebrows and round breath, "Who are you?"

"I have been worried, and there is no malice. I am still the supreme Buddha of Brahma. Only at the end of my life did I become a relic in your hand. Originally, it was for the disciples of Brahma, but I didn't expect it to fall into your hands. It's really fate."

Thinking of the stone that Brahma handed over to him before his death, Zhao Haoran understood what the so-called relic was, "What do you want?"

Zhao Haoran's voice is cold. No matter who he is, there is nothing in the world for no reason. He will not come to wander around his sea of knowledge inexplicably.

"Coincidentally, Laoqi wants you to inherit the magic power of my Brahma, which is good for you and me. Why not?"

"Hum," Zhao Haoran sneered. Although he didn't have much hatred with Fanzong, there was no favor at all. I don't know why this so-called supreme Buddha took a fancy to him. "There are thousands of people in the world. What can I Zhao Haoran do? Let's ask for another master."

The monk in a shabby jacket was not angry, and he was still peaceful without any fluctuation. This alone shocked Zhao Haoran and trusted his body.

"I like your heart very much, and you can get the inheritance of ancient gods and demons. Your life will not be long. If you don't learn from my Brahma sect, I'm afraid you don't even have the ability to save your life."

Zhao Haoran's face changed. Everything about the ancient gods and demons has always been a secret and has never been willing to let outsiders know that this extremely powerful race has been destroyed. It is no accident. There must be any mystery in it.

And the words of the Supreme Buddha happened to be in his heart, giving up the right arm of the gods and demons and everything about the ancient gods and demons, and not to mention whether he was willing or not, I'm afraid that the hostile person will not give him any opportunity to refute.

The more you know about the soul, the more you feel small you are.

"What are the requirements for obtaining your Brahma inheritance?"

The supreme Buddha smiled and said, "There is no requirement. As long as you feel it with your heart, you can get everything from me."

"Oh." Zhao Haoran raised his eyebrows and said, "In that case, you can die."

"Destroy!"

In the sea of knowledge, there is no difference between body and soul, only the battle of divine knowledge. The stronger the divine consciousness, the stronger the strength it can exert, but it is very dangerous. If you are not careful, it will disappear, and the body will not disappear, but it will become a fool.

The supreme Buddha's expression was still as plain as water. He raised his hand and caught the killing formula, "How did you find it?"

"I haven't believed in you since the beginning. If it can really be passed on, why doesn't the Brahma wheel method accept it? Isn't it too funny that such a good thing came to me?"

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, "And your Brahman's magical power has a lot of resistance to my cultivation, and you don't care at all. I'm afraid it's the same as the idea of the divine operator, and you want to take away my body."

The supreme Buddha shook his head and smiled, "Sometimes I don't like people who are too smart. Unlike him, integrating with me is a good thing to create all people and save all sentient beings."

With a finger, brilliant flowers burst into bloom, nurturing countless lives, jumping with joy, breaking through Zhao Haoran's destruction, and spreading these vitality further in Zhao Haoran's sea of knowledge.

To invade the sea of knowledge, Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose and killed it!

Killing all, these things are originally nothing. What can't be killed? It's just the illusion brought about by the power of the supreme Buddha's magical power. It's okay to coax mortals, but in the face of a soul who has become one, it definitely has no effect.

The invisible killing devoured all those vitality. This was originally in Zhao Haoran's sea of knowledge. He was able to take the lead, and the supreme Buddha was just an outsider. He was already squeezed out by space. Zhao Haoran still had a slight advantage over each other.

The same cultivation, completely contradictory magic power, competing in Zhao Haoran's sea of knowledge, no one wants to want it.

The continuous power kept appearing, and Zhao Haoran had some doubts in his heart. He was obviously seriously injured and may be able to recover, but it took a long time to imagine what happened and made his cultivation so quickly and fiercely repaired.

And that power is extremely familiar and very mellow.

A colorful cloud floated in the distant sky. There were two people standing on it. One was Wu Xue who had just left, and the other should be the head of the Jingshan School. He looked middle-aged, but it was difficult to guess his real age.

The age in the world of the soul is not a question worth studying. Only before reaching the limit, the one is the first. Whoever has high cultivation is the senior, and it is not judged by age.

When the colorful clouds were about to fall, he suddenly stopped and seemed to be hesitating about something.

Wu Xue was very puzzled, "My leader, you are..."

Jing Wuqing, the head of the Jingshan faction, raised his hand and motioned Wu Xue not to speak. After about a few breaths, Jing Wuqing breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go. The one from the imperial city warned me and signaled me not to make trouble here again. His cultivation is really terrible."

Wu Xue's heart is awe-inspiring. He has only heard about it and has never been in contact with it. Indeed, with his cultivation, the palace is completely different, but Jing Wuqing is completely different. In the later three days, his cultivation is only one step short of the Japanese soul and has become a powerful existence.

There are terrible power fluctuations between hands and feet. If you want to do something, Yuncheng may be a catastrophe.

King Ning's eyes lit up, and the two people on this colorful auspicious cloud did not hide their meaning. He suddenly saw Jing Wuqing. In the past, he only heard of it. Now when they meet for the first time, they can also feel the good momentum. Compared with his prince, it seems to be much more majestic.

"Do you dare to ask the head of Jingshan School?"

"Your Majesty, you're welcome. I'm just a reckless man. I hope you can take care of me."

King Ning didn't want to talk too much nonsense. It is not known what happened to his son. There is a possibility of danger if he delays for a moment. "There is no need to make a lot of profits. The dog is trapped here. If you can save his life, everything is negotiable."

Jing smiled ruthlessly and said, "Your Majesty is polite. Stay down and have a look before making a decision."

King Ning quickly opened a passage, which was surrounded by soldiers of the Tiger Camp and stacked. Even a fly was difficult to fly out, let alone a few big living people.

For Yunchao, Ning Wang can be said to have struggled to think about it for fear that his son's life would be delayed because of a small problem, which would really regret for life.