The ancient Buddha Yunqing has finally fallen, and the divine nature of the divine god in his body is lost in large quantities, which cannot be compared with when he was alive.

"It does contain fragments of souls."

Prajna's eyes looked in a certain direction.

Haishuidao: "We have to find the source of the soul fragments. If the ancestor Yunqing still has consciousness, it may be able to tell us something valuable. Only he has truly seen the King of Moving Ming and Yin Xuetian, and may even see Lingyanzi."

"I can't leave!"

Zhang Ruochen frowned and looked back.

Behind, there were densely packed regular divine patterns, covering the Buddha's walls like earthworm patterns, spreading rapidly. Accompanied by the strange "waves", thousands of six-color magic butterflies flew over quickly.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

Two figures emitting divine light all over their bodies appeared in the vision of Zhang Ruochen and Haishui.

It is the gods of the dead, hiding the sea and the southern saint in the sky.

The rule divine patterns hidden in the sky were like cocoons of spider webs, covering the entire space, sealing off all the retreats between Zhang Ruochen and Haishui. He said coldly: "I finally caught up with you. This time, let's see where you escape."

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Chapter completed!