The black-clothed Moluo and the white-clothed Kinnaro merged into one under the demon fog and turned into a more powerful existence.

Call yourself, lawless!

Although there is the power of Kinnara Bodhisattva in his body, his mind is dominated by Morala.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked at the Moluo Wutian who was coming towards him, and vaguely remembered that when he was in the Great Leiyin Temple, the Buddha Tathagata mentioned that for the sake of a twelve-grade black lotus of the world-destroying world, the Western Heaven Buddhism lost the powerful Kinnara Bodhisattva.

"Could it be..."

At this moment, there was already some guess in the heart of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Facing the powerful Moluo Wutian, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva could clearly feel the other party's momentum above him. If he was in full swing, he might have the ability to fight.

However, a few days ago, he was shaken off by the ancestor of the Styx. Although it was not as severe as it was shattered, it was not easy to recover to the peak.

At least, in a short period of time, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can no longer use Dharma to fight.

In this way, his combat power has been reduced by at least 50%.

"Even if they are both quasi-saints in the middle stage, Mo Luo Wutian and the old ghost of the Styx have been immersed in this realm for many years. Their true strength is definitely not comparable to that of a newcomer like me. What's more, I have been cut off now and cannot use my magic to fight for the moment. My strength is greatly reduced, and I must be no match for this Mo Luo Wutian..."

"The demon clan outside the sky is particularly dangerous. If I lose to him, I will inevitably become a demon puppet."

"Stay the green mountains and don't worry about burning firewood. Since you are not your opponent, you might as well... leave first!"

Thinking of this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva narrowed his eyes and had already made plans in his heart.

But when he turned around and rose up the golden light, Moluo Wutian seemed to have expected it.

With a wave of hand, the spaces in all directions trembled, and endless waves of demons emerged from all directions, almost condensed into entities and turned into cages.

In the midst of lightning, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was trapped in a cage transformed by the demon fog. The dark and cold demon fog turned from virtual to reality, like intertwined cold iron. Although it is not a physical body, it gives people a sense of indestructibility.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you and I have rarely met each other. I have never said a few words yet, so why should I rush to leave?"

Moluo Wutian approached step by step, with a cold expression.

Unlike the smile of Kinnara Bodhisattva and Morala's coldness, Wu Tian's expression is always cold and there is no trace of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

He is like a bottomless pool of water, always giving people a sense of depth and silence.

Faced with such momentum, even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who is a quasi-saint and powerful, can't help but feel palpitations.

But he knew that being cowardly before fighting was a taboo for military strategists. Even if he was upset, he would have to pretend to be calm and unafraid.

"Moluo, don't deceive others too much. I know that you have extraordinary strength. If you had no choice, I would not want to get into an opponent like you. But you should also know that I am also in the middle stage of quasi-saints. In terms of strength, it is not much weaker than you. If you force me to do it, I should fight to the death!"

As he spoke, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva raised his hand and waved it lightly, and sharp Buddha lights appeared around him.

Even though he knew that in his current state, he was definitely not a match for Mo Luo Wutian, he would still act without fear.

Seeing this, Moluo Wutian couldn't help but sneer on his expressionless face.

"You were once the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the Xitianling Mountains, the leader of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism. You are highly powerful and glorious. But now you are as anxious as a dog that is lost, and you are extremely embarrassed. The one who hurts you to this point is Jiang Chen. The one who shakes away your golden body and causes you to escape everywhere is the ancestor of the Styx."

"The enemy worthy of your attack should be Jiang Chen, the ancestor of the Styx, and all the people who have lost you. And these people will never include me Wuye!"

"And they are also my Wutian, and they are the enemies of my demon clan outside the heaven. In this way, Jiang Chen and the Asura clan are the common enemies of you and me. In this case, why don't you and me join forces and help each other?"

Moluo Wutian said, raising his hand and put it on the shoulder of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva glanced at him and frowned slightly, "You want to cooperate with me?"

"Haha, the last time, when your demon clan in heaven cooperated with Buddhism, he betrayed his faith and caused great losses to the Buddhist temple. Why should people like you who are untrustful and unrighteous, let me believe you again?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva raised his hand and waved it away Moluo Wutian's big hand.

Wu Tian was not angry about this, and there was still a cold smile on his face.

"I think there may be some misunderstandings between you and me during the last incident. If we cooperate again, we should abandon our past grudges."

"As for why do you believe me, I think these two gifts may let you see my sincerity."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Luo Wutian slowly raised his hand and held up a ball of strange objects on each of his palms.

Above the left hand, there is a pitch-black breath, turbid, sticky, cold and irritating, and exuding an evil aura, which makes people shudder.

Seeing this thing, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't help but look alert.

He could feel that the aura of this painted black object was particularly similar to the magic fog behind Mo Luo Wutian. It can be said that this was a enhanced and concentrated version of the magic fog.

Once Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is defeated by Mo Luo Wutian, he will also fall into the end of becoming a demon puppet under the attack of this fog of demons.

On Moluo Wutian's right hand was a fist-sized one, dark golden, and a golden light woven by thousands of threads.

Deep and vast, extremely mysterious.

"This is... the merit of faith!"

"How could you have such a treasure?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shocked the way.

The demons outside the heaven are notorious and chaotic in the three realms, and everyone can kill them.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva would rather believe that the sows would climb up a tree than that of someone in the three realms who believed in the demons outside the heavens.

Seeing Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's face full of surprise, Moral Wutian couldn't help but chuckled.

"The Lingshan Mountain in Xitian is indeed a group of pedantic and stubborn people. They only know the merits of harvesting sentient beings, but they forget that they are also one of the sentient beings."

"In the eyes of the world, my demons outside the sky are evil demons, evil thieves, and unforgivable people. They are the ones who should be killed. But from the standpoint of my demons outside the sky, what are the so-called righteous people?"

"The people of the three realms are like the sheep they raise in captivity, not only being worshipped by them, but also having to harvest their faith. However, our demons outside the heavens are like wolves outside the sheep pen. Sheep eat grass and rest. It is natural for wolves to eat sheep. Some people who claim to be justice have to act as hunters, violate the law of the weak under the laws of heaven, drive out wolves, and protect the flock."

"For the sheep, this is justice, and the one who does this is the savior. But for us wolf, this is tantamount to destruction!"

"So, we never believe in other races. Only we are ourselves. We are also one of the sentient beings. From a certain perspective, we are equal to the human race and the demon race. Their faith will turn into merits, and we... are the same."

"This thing is the merit transformed by the billions of evil demon beliefs of my demon clan outside the heaven, and it is also one of the sincerity that I bring to you."

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you are a smart person. I hope these two gifts can make you feel... the sincerity of this person."
Chapter completed!