Bodhi Patriarch, Nuwa, Fuxi, Dipankara, Maitreya...
There's no more Gastrodia elata!
He hadn't expected such a large-scale operation; the Taoist saint and the Buddhist saint had joined forces to encircle and annihilate him.
However, when he looked at a Taoist priest next to Fuxi, his body suddenly tensed up.
"Hong... Hongjun?"
The somewhat familiar face, and the occasional pressure emanating from it, made Wutian unable to resist kneeling down.
The other party's realm is definitely above that of a sage.
He felt like an ant floating in the ocean, while the other party was an ancient giant whale.
But that's not all.
The young man sitting at the head of the table only glanced at himself with his clear eyes.
The sage's Dao fruit, which had no heaven, trembled.
An indescribable sense of unease welled up inside me, as if the other person could kill me with a single thought.
And the middle-aged man next to him.
Bare-chested, with bronze-colored skin, he exuded immense power.
Wu Tian had a hunch that if he swallowed a single hair that guy plucked, his strength would experience a qualitative leap.
As for the Buddha, not even a hair of him was seen.
"Am I... am I possessed by a demon? Am I trapped in a demonic illusion?" Wutian murmured to himself.
It all felt like a nightmare, utterly unreal.
"Keep singing, keep dancing!"
Maitreya and Dipankara glanced at Wutian, then ordered the nuns to continue.
They seemed not to see Wutian at all, completely ignoring him.
In an instant, the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts filled the air, and the group of saints were immersed in endless pleasure.
Wu Tian stood there, stunned.
He was now caught between a rock and a hard place, completely at a loss.
As for fighting!
Even if you gave him a thousand lives, he wouldn't dare.
Don't you want to live anymore?
This isn't the way to court death!
Just as he was deep in hesitation, the young man sitting at the head of the table below waved to him.
He gestured for him to come over.
With a heart full of trepidation, Wutian descended cautiously and took small, quick steps forward.
"Xiao Wu?"
Seeing his attire, Chu Feng couldn't help but ask.
There's no way around it, this guy's outfit is just too eye-catching, all black, making him very recognizable.
Especially his long, flowing hair, reminiscent of a rock singer, is probably unique to this person in the entire wilderness.
"Uh..." Wu Tian's lips were a little dry, and he didn't know how to answer.
He felt fear towards this young man.
Moreover, his sixth sense told him not to be impulsive, but to be docile, docile, and even more docile.
"What are you doing here?" Chu Feng poured Wu Tian a glass of wine and handed it to him, just like an elder.
"I...I've come to see Tathagata!" Wutian hurriedly took it, looking flattered.
"Oh!" Chu Feng nodded, then said, "You're too late, Buddha has already gone to the Pure Land!"
Wu Tian was taken aback and asked in confusion, "The Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss? Isn't this the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss?"
Chu Feng was speechless for a moment, then made a throat-slitting gesture, "It's a true paradise!"
In an instant, Wutian was completely dumbfounded.
If Buddha is dead, then what is the point of his existence?
"Impossible! Impossible! The Buddha is a saint, how could he have perished?"
Wutian's worldview collapsed. He couldn't imagine who else could kill Tathagata besides himself.
“He’s really dead! If you don’t believe me, ask Ati!” Chu Feng said calmly.
"Who is Ati?" Wutian asked, somewhat bewildered.
Just then, Patriarch Bodhi leaned forward and said, "I bear witness, the Tathagata is truly dead! Not only me, but all the saints and living beings in the wilderness know this!"
Wu Tian felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, unsure how to describe his feelings at that moment.
Just when he didn't know what to do next.
Chu Feng's instructive voice resounded in my ears.
"Xiao Tian! You're very good, I admire you a lot. But, just don't be so impulsive. Like just now, you were so rash and careless, what kind of behavior is that!"
"What if you spoil everyone's fun and they kill you off as the villain? Wouldn't you feel wronged?"
As Chu Feng spoke, a wisp of oppressive aura flashed by.
In an instant, Wutian was so frightened that he squatted down on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
Just that one moment.
He felt as if he had taken a trip to the underworld and suffered all kinds of torment in the eighteen levels of hell.
That's terrifying.
Danger!
This man is extremely dangerous!
At this moment, Wutian put aside all his thoughts and squatted down timidly to the side, like a little dog.
"Sit down! What kind of behavior is this, befitting a saint!" Chu Feng frowned slightly and said in a reprimanding tone.
"call--"
Wu Tian breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and with a thought, a small stool appeared under his buttocks.
He looked around, not daring to move.
He had no choice but to stand next to the man and say in an extremely humble tone, "I am Wutian, born in the Sea of Amo. You can call me Xiaotian, or you can call me Wuheizi!"
"Oh, I am Pangu, you can call me Pangu!" Pangu raised his wine cup, gesturing for the other person to relax and not be nervous.
Upon hearing this, Wutian felt a tightness in his chrysanthemum, and the fear in his heart was like a raging storm that could not be calmed for a long time.
He was actually sitting with Pangu.
Oh my god!
What kind of nonsense is this?
Didn't the other party perish when the world was created?
"I must be dreaming!" Wutian raised his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, trying to numb himself with this illusion.
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