Why is this happening? What happened? Is there anything wrong with Buddha bone relics?

Could it be fake?

Yan Xiaobei's thoughts kept changing in the flash.

After a few seconds, the mysterious voice calmed down. Yan Xiaobei had to praise his rapid adjustment of emotions. Before he could react, he calmed down.

"What the hell is going on? You just lost your composure." Yan Xiaobei asked. "Is this Buddha bone relic fake?"

"It's not fake, it's real, you can also feel the power contained in the Buddha's bone relics."

Yan Xiaobei En said, indeed, he felt a huge force from above, peaceful and grand, like the sun in the sky, nourishing all things.

The mysterious voice asked, "In your heart, what does the Buddha bone relics look like?"

"It should be a golden round bead." Yan Xiaobei said that the image is in TV series and comics, and then sighed: "I didn't expect that the real Buddha bone relic is actually a nearly transparent bone like a little finger."

"That's the bone of a little finger." The mysterious voice said calmly.

"What?"

"The real Buddha bone relics are actually the skeleton of the ancient Buddha Lanting. According to the records in the books, they are also called... Immortal Golden Body!"

"Immortal Golden Body?" Yan Xiaobei looked at the transparent finger bones curiously, "Why do I see not gold, but almost transparent color? Isn't it an immortal Golden Body?"

The mysterious voice said in a voice that calmed Yan Xiaobei and was so heartbroken that it made Yan Xiaobei feel heartbroken: "That's because the Buddha's bone relics were destroyed, and the immortal golden body of the ancient Buddha Lan Deng was removed."

This...is a big joke.

The corpses of the bad guy’s ancestors are not simple hatred. It is a great revenge that will never end until death.

The next moment, Yan Xiaobei heard a mysterious voice saying: "Yan Xiaobei. From now on, I officially recognize your identity as the descendant of the Great Leiyin Temple. You must find the guy who destroyed the ancient Buddha of Lan Deng, find him out, and penetrate... a place that will never be restored!!!"

From this moment on, Yan Xiaobei knew that he had officially joined the mysterious enemy.

There is no second choice between the two sides.

"But what if that guy dies." Yan Xiaobei couldn't help asking.

"It is definitely not an ordinary person to destroy the immortal golden body of the ancient Buddha of Lan Deng. It is very likely to be alive now." The mysterious voice gritted his teeth. The hatred and anger contained in it made Yan Xiaobei's head numb and almost exploded.

The alternating moment of thoughts was flashing, and the reality time only took two or three seconds.

Yan Xiaobei split the glass of the display cabinet with a sword and took out the Buddha's bone relics from it.

"Put that thing down."

At this moment, a majestic and unresisting voice came from behind Yan Xiaobei, and a creepy chill made Yan Xiaobei's hair stand on its back.

This majestic voice was upright and bright, as if an unparalleled sword was slashing towards him.

Yan Xiaobei's body stiffened and slowly turned around. He held the Buddha's bone relics tightly in his right hand, without any intention of letting go.

"I'll say it again, put down that thing."

There is no doubt. There is no quibbling or regret. The voice of unresistance sounds again, and a powerful aura expands. When Yan Xiaobei is wrapped in, the air becomes heavy and difficult to breathe.

Yan Xiaobei looked up and saw a middle-aged man about forty years old standing at the door of the showroom, staring at him without blinking. The middle-aged man's eyes were like lightning, as if two sharp swords were shot out from his pupils, and the stabbing person couldn't open his eyes.

The mysterious voice reminded: "Be careful, this guy is infinitely close to the second-class strongman."

"This is not possible." Yan Xiaobei said seriously: "The Buddha's bone relics originally belonged to us, but today they are just things that return to the original owner."

His hands fell, and small swords flew out from his cuffs, suspended around him, parallel to the ground, aiming the tip of the sword at the middle-aged knight, emitting a terrifying aura.

The middle-aged knight abandoned the need to waste his words and took substantial actions. He pulled out the sword at his waist, and the golden flames spread out like fireworks all over the sky, blooming in an instant, and it was so beautiful that the knight's sword he held tightly burned the dazzling golden fire, driving away darkness and evil.

Yan Xiaobei does not know how to use swordsmanship, but it does not prevent him from controlling the sword.

Thirty-three small swords, leaving twelve small swords to defend themselves, and twenty-one small swords disappeared into the air in an instant.

Because the speed is too fast, the eyes of ordinary people can no longer keep up.

Dingding Dingding Ding...

The sound of metal hitting like a storm came from the void, and an invisible storm started.

The middle-aged knight held the knight's sword and kept slashing, with an astonishing speed. One after another, the shadows stayed in the void, interlaced, horizontal, and overlapped. In the blink of an eye, countless sword shadows appeared around him.

Twenty-one small swords controlled by Yan Xiaobei's divine thought attacked the middle-aged knight from twenty-one different angles like a storm, but were intercepted by the opponent.

"So awesome."

Yan Xiaobei's divine consciousness was astonishingly fast, especially the little sword broke through the air, which almost reached the speed of sound, but at such a speed, it was impossible to do anything to the other party.

The range that the middle-aged knight's sword reaches, formed a large air-control circle, intercepting all attacks.

His swordsmanship is very powerful.

Yan Xiaobei thought to himself that he controlled twenty-one sharp swords and launched an attack at the same time, aiming at the middle-aged knight's shoulders, knees, arms, back, chest, calves and other places. The twenty-one small swords were like twenty-one cold lights, coming in no particular order.

"Innocent."

The middle-aged knight held the knight's sword in both hands, shouted loudly, and the dazzling golden flames rolled back, forming a circular aperture, covering himself.

Crackling!

All the attacking small swords were bounced away.

So powerful, so powerful. Yan Xiaobei kept admiring. In a flash of his finger, twenty-one small swords merged in the void, forming a gorgeous long sword, and slashed straight towards the middle-aged knight.

As fast as lightning flashes, as violent as mountains falling, the larger force tore the air and split the vacuum.

The middle-aged knight shouted loudly, waved the knight's sword and rushed forward, slashing over.

bite!

The moment the two long swords touched each other, a terrifying airflow suddenly erupted in the room, and all the displays around swept in. Some well-preserved but very fragile antiques, such as calligraphy and paintings, were torn apart and disappeared into this world. At least tens of millions of this blow were destroyed.

Yan Xiaobei and the middle-aged knight stopped at the same time, and the riot airflow gradually disappeared.

"This is not a place for battle." The middle-aged knight looked at the antiques that were destroyed during the battle with heartache and said slowly: "At least the antiques here should not be destroyed by our battle."

Yan Xiaobei also said: "This is a continuation of civilization and a witness of history. I don't want to destroy these treasures."

The middle-aged knight nodded slightly, "You are more open and honest than I thought."

Yan Xiaobei smiled and said, "So, if you don't let me go, I will destroy all these things."

Middle-aged Knight: "…despicable."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Most of the treasures and antiques in the showroom were plundered from other places by the British Empire, but the British Empire had long regarded these treasures as their own treasures and was reluctant to destroy one. Each one would be carefully maintained. The destruction of some treasures in the battle just now made the middle-aged knight feel extremely heartbroken.

Yan Xiaobei controlled a small sword, pointing at the treasures one by one.

There are bronze weapons, pharaoh's coffins, portraits of Van Gogh, ancient musical instruments, gold instruments, and very ancient strange stone fragments that have existed for many years...

These are all priceless treasures.

If destroyed, the loss will be great.

The middle-aged knight said with a blue face: "I just missed something."

"What?"

"You are so mean and open-minded that I feel crazy."

Yan Xiaobei ignored it and said, "You have seen it too, and no one between us can do anything to each other." He pointed to the twenty-one small swords floating in the air, "If we really fight, all of this place might be destroyed."

"I know."

"If I'm a little crazy, I can even completely destroy the Great Britain Museum."

"In that way, you will be wanted by the British Empire. The world is so big that you will never have a place to stay." The middle-aged knight spoke loudly and stared at Yan Xiaobei coldly.

"Stop teasing me, the world is so big. If I really find a place to hide, what will you do to me."

"I will stop you here, even if I give my life." The middle-aged knight looked solemn, his eyes firm, without any wavering, even if he gave his life because of it.

"So, don't be too presumptuous."

Yan Xiaobei said earnestly: "I have only one purpose here today, to find our things that belong to us. Our things must not be lost. This is our destiny for thousands of years."

He raised the Buddha bone relics in his hand, "For this, we can accept even our own lives even if we pay any price."

The middle-aged knight's face was gloomy and clear. He knew what Yan Xiaobei was in his hand. It was one of the rare treasures in the Great Britain Museum and the remains of a god in mythology.

He was ordered to protect the place and would not allow anything to be taken away, even the original owner.

But this guy...

The middle-aged knight took a deep breath and was a little confused about why his two companions had not appeared yet.

Yan Xiaobei also discovered this. Of course he knew why, but because of this, he kept smiling bitterly in his heart.
Chapter completed!