At this moment of crisis, a golden light fell from the chaos outside the sky, and the tin staff that had already been broken into two sections, and instantly returned to its distant appearance.

However, Cundi, who was watching the pure world, could no longer bear it. He was a Buddhist backbone and rising star like Ksitigarbha. He could not watch him die anyway. Such losses were really unbearable in Buddhism.

Dizang, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, found that the tin staff not only recovered as before, but also had a faint smell of a saint. He couldn't help but be overjoyed!

With just one tin staff, he easily blocked the blood-colored giant sword of the ancestor of the Styx.

Seeing this, Styx was furious and couldn't help but shout: "Cunti, Hui Yin! You are a saint, and I am Hunyuan, how dare you deceive me like this!"

Deep in the chaos, Ren Tian, ​​who was practicing with his eyes closed, opened his eyes with a gloomy face and spit out two words from his teeth: "Absurd!"

As soon as he finished speaking, over the sea of ​​blood in the underworld, a white jade-like hand covering the sky fell down fiercely, grabbed Dizang and threw it back to his temple.

This is not over yet. Before Dizang could react, the big hand covering the sky suddenly turned into a five-finger mountain, suppressing Dizang hard.

Dizang felt that the eyes were dark, and he seemed to have been thrown into a dark prison.

Then I felt that my magical powers were all exerted, as if they were being pulled away by someone, and they called it Tiantian and the Earth was not effective.

Just when he was shocked and uneasy, a cold voice came from his ear: "It made Dizang think for five hundred years!"
Chapter completed!