"You mean to say that my strength is due to luck?" Bai Ye sneered: "I admit that I did have luck and opportunity, but I also want to tell you that all of this is mine.

It comes from down-to-earth cultivation.”

He took a step forward, six souls appeared together, and the Soul Emperor was born.

"I couldn't awaken the Heavenly Soul at the age of eighteen, and I suffered a lot of cold looks. In order to become a Soul Master, I used the most painful folk remedies to forcibly link the Nine Heavens Soul, and then I entered the Soul Path. Is this just luck?"

"I finally joined the sect. I originally thought I could realize my revenge and become a qualified soul user. However, the sect suddenly encountered a disaster. If it weren't for the brothers and sisters in the same sect who protected me with their lives, I would have died long ago. This is due to luck.

Did you explain it?"

"I seize the inheritance, defeat the Grandmaster, and kill the Heavenly Soul Realm, Yang Soul Realm, the Supreme, and the True Lord across realms. Can luck explain this?"

After that, he took another step, and the black veins all over his body appeared again, but the incarnation of the Demon Buddha suddenly disappeared. It gathered into a dark ball, poured into Bai Ye's eyebrows, and set off the surroundings of the Soul Emperor.

This is the third most powerful posture of the nine-turn immortal body, possessed by the demon Buddha!

In this electric light and flint room, Bai Ye's power surged one after another, and it was close to the arrogance of Wuyu Bodhidharma.

Wuyu Bodhidharma's half-open eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, they were completely open and round.

Obviously, Bai Ye's strength was beyond his expectation.

But he was not afraid to laugh back: "Hahahaha, good! Good! This poor monk, I admire you very much for being able to be where you are today, but you have killed so many lives. In order to save the common people, the poor monk has to save you."

change!"

Having said that, Wuyu Bodhidharma waved his hands, and a huge golden cymbal appeared in each palm.

Snap!

Wuyu Bodhidharma slammed the golden cymbal, and the golden cymbal trembled, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds rippled out.

"ah..."

The man from the four directions hurriedly covered his ears, feeling extremely painful.

Bai Ye's body moved slightly, which was quite affected, but the impact was not big.

"Although your Sanskrit sound is strong and can shake the true king, it has no effect on me."

If he had not entered the Xiaoxu Illusion Realm, Bai Ye would have been extremely scrupulous, but he had received the emperor's inheritance and his spirit was extremely strong, so he was not afraid of this Sanskrit sound at all.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Wuyu Bodhidharma was not afraid at all, he sneered, and brilliant golden light patterns appeared on his dark skin...

He immediately shook his hand and threw a golden cymbal.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

The golden cymbal rotated, getting bigger and bigger, heading directly towards the white night cover.

"King's swordsmanship!"

Bai Ye raised his sword and blasted out a rainbow-like sword light, but when it hit the golden cymbal, it could not damage even half of it.

"point!"

Bai Ye swung the sword again, and the sword light exploded, split into thousands of sword energy, forming a sword barrier, bombarding the falling golden cymbals.

But it still can't stop the golden cymbal from falling...

"Sir, this is Wuyu Bodhidharma's famous soul weapon, the diamond cymbal. It is said to be made of meteorite iron, and is gilded with the blood of the genius. It has infinite power. To destroy it, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky!"

Poisson shouted urgently.

"Really?"

Bai Ye snorted coldly, put the Bingtantian and Wuya swords back into their scabbards, and pressed his palms directly on the Death Dragon Sword.

"My lord, get out of the way!" Poisson shouted when he saw Bai Ye didn't dodge.

"Get away!"

Bai Ye waved his palm away, and a stream of air blew away the people of Feijian Villa.

Everyone fell to the ground a hundred meters away. When they got up in embarrassment, there was a bang and the golden cymbals fell to the ground, covering the white night.

Bang!

The entire Dongya Mountain trembled.

This mountain is already crumbling.

Looking at the white night again, the golden cymbals have disappeared and no one can be seen...

“Great!!”

Dong Ming Dong burst into tears and was extremely happy.

But the people on Poisson's side were all ashen-faced.

"This man is finally dead!"

Dong Lei let out a deep breath.

"Long live the Master!!"

The souls around him raised their palms and shouted loudly.

The sound of praise is like a wave.

"My lord... died like this? How could this happen?" Poisson murmured.

"Come here, kill Poisson and his party! Leave no one alive and let them know what the consequences will be for opposing me, Dongyashan!" Dong Lei's arrogance returned to his face and he shouted directly.

"yes!"

The souls smiled ferociously and surrounded Poisson and the others.

But at this moment, a sound came from the golden cymbals.

"Wuyu Bodhidharma, is this all you have?"

As soon as the sound fell, the golden cymbal suddenly cracked and then exploded completely.

A dragon roar rose into the sky, followed by a figure that looked like a god.

He rushed into the sky, stood in the void, and looked down at all the living beings below.
Chapter completed!