Lin Huang smiled and approached Shakongjia Tower.

"This time, Junior Brother Huang, are you willing to follow me back to the Buddhist Kingdom of the West?"

"Disaster!"

"Junior Brother Huang is so stubborn, it seems that we can only fight!"

"Not urgent!"

"Why not rush?"

"I'm waiting for someone!"

"Are you waiting for those people from before? Junior Brother Huang, you don't have to wait any longer. They have all been sent to the other side by the young monk. They can't get through!"

"You did me a big favor!"

"What's the explanation?"

"That way I don't have to worry about them!"

Lin Huang smiled, and then his figure suddenly flashed out, rushing towards the abyss in the midst of lightning and flint.

On the cliff, looking at the forest wilderness that suddenly escaped, Shakong Jialou's expression did not change at all.

He just sat cross-legged on the ground, put his hands together, and recited the wonderful sound for the first time:

"Amitabha--"

boom.

Then there was a loud noise in the void.

Just as the words of Shakongjialou fell, Lin Huang, who had rushed out of the cliff, slammed into an invisible wall.

The wall blocked Lin Huang back, and he fell heavily onto the cliff.

Lin Huang frowned and looked up to see a red cassock stretching ten miles across the abyss...

Above the cassock, there is a brilliant golden light.
Chapter completed!