He raised his head slightly and looked at the golden light, feeling surprised.
"When did the human race produce such a powerful cultivator?"
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High in the sky, Lin Lang sensed Wangcai's breath and raised his eyebrows.
"This bastard is running around all day. Instead of practicing and killing monsters, why is he here?"
"Hey, Buddhist power, which monk is this? Could it be that Wangcai was captured by this monk as a demon?"
Thinking of this, Lin Lang pointed his sword, and the light of the Xuanyuan Sword instantly converged, flying towards Wangcai quickly.
In the blink of an eye, he flew over the people on his sword.
At this time, countless people were still bowing their heads in worship, and ignored Lin Lang, the "Sword Immortal", which made him feel a little weird.
Looking at the crazy expressions of the people below, Lin Lang frowned. Something was wrong.
Pudu Cihang nodded slightly to Lin Lang and said with a smile, "Amitabha, may I ask what brings this donor here?"
Lin Lang nodded in return and said, "Master, what is going on?"
He pointed at these crazy people with a puzzled look on his face.
Pudu Cihang smiled compassionately, "They are devout to Buddha, so it is natural. Don't worry about it."
"really?"
Lin Lang turned his head to look at Wangcai who was hiding in the black robe.
Wangcai was furious when he saw the old centipede deceiving his master.
"Master, he is the centipede monster that Wang Tuxue mentioned!" he shouted.
Lin Lang's expression changed. "You centipede monster! Under the cover of Buddhist magic power, I almost couldn't see your demon body!"
Pudu Cihang glanced at Wangcai, with a hint of anger in his eyes.
This dog demon actually teased me. He is not the little demon from Langya Mountain!
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