Myth: My dragons can evolve infinitely

One sentence.

This is just because of one sentence.

To be able to have such a powerful impact, how strong is the planning ability of Bo Qing Daozu?

He couldn't help but think of this question.

It's a pity that Liu Er has been following this Buddha. He shook his head and sighed.

Liu Er was a victim of the trust between him and King Burning Heaven.

But even though he became a victim, this crack was still not repaired.

In fact, to be precise, Wutian Buddha was able to have the strength he has now because of the gift of King Burning Heaven.

Therefore, he has always had an element of repaying kindness to King Burning Heaven.

Therefore, even if he did anything, he never complained.

He is Buddha.

He is also Buddha.

Although he was helping King Burning Heaven, others also had some special circumstances.

Therefore, he himself is doing things that try not to violate his creed and can help the Great Burning King.

Therefore, even when the Great Burning King was carrying him on his back, or directly beside him, giving some cruel instructions to the giant scorpion and the six-eared black lotus envoy to the black robe, he turned a blind eye. Only one eye.

Just to repay something that once helped him rise to the quasi-Tiandao realm.

However, now, he finally understood everything that happened just now.

As Wutian Buddha, in the end, he is just a chess piece in the hands of King Burning Heaven that can be discarded at will.

A chess piece.

Ah.

With a wave of his hand, he sneered and downed the entire bottle of wine.

The spicy feeling constantly filled his mind, and suddenly, he took a sip.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Without the Black Lotus Throne, he still suffered some damage when he withstood the attack of the bloody halo of merit from the Great Burning King.

However, at this moment.

Two figures stood in front of him.

One of the women in white took out a handkerchief from the void and handed it to him.

No., huge secret!

What? Are you here to see my jokes?

Seeing that man, Wutian sneered and did not accept the handkerchief.

Oh, why don't you know what is good and what is evil? We don't have any murderous intention and don't know good people's hearts, huh! Jiutian Xuannu sneered, then threw the handkerchief directly to Wutian, and then turned her head , I squatted by the river and looked at the water of the Black River. I seemed to have discovered something novel, and I kept staring at the flowing water.

Wutian was stunned.

He did not raise his head to look at Daozu Daoqing who was staring at him.

Instead, he remained silent.

No one knew what was going on in his mind.

After a moment, he sighed, picked up the handkerchief in his arms, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.

Then, with another gentle squeeze, the handkerchief turned into powder and disappeared.

Liu Er is not dead, is he?

Suddenly, he said this.

After hearing Wutian's words, the corners of Daozu Boqing's lips raised slightly.

Yes, this Wutian is still the same as the Wutian Buddha in Journey to the West.

The same discerning eye, the same intelligence.

He didn't care about his image, squatted down by the river, grabbed two bottles of wine from the void, handed one to Wutian, and drank the other by himself.

Yes, I was saved by this Dao Ancestor. He squinted his eyes, enjoying the aftertaste of the drink, and said lazily.

But, does this make sense? Wutian asked.