"I'm not dead!"

Ning Feng almost blurted out a question, and the sound of gritting teeth and the sound of the chef who was the Sanren God...

How to curse people?

Ning Feng scratched his head. He just wanted to know who this person was. Why? This person has a grudge against the old chef?

Facing his puzzled gaze, the chef of Sanren Ghost grinded his teeth and said, "Don't you know that those demons and ghosts with long lives in the world of immortal cultivation do not talk about it, who lives the longest?"

Ning Feng first shook his head instinctively, then suddenly came over, and suddenly turned around and looked at the figure still moving forward slowly in the sky.

"he?"

"It's him!"

The Sanren Divine Cook raised his hand pressed on the innate Qi Hunyuan Cauldron and then slapped it heavily. The light cover that covered everyone swayed, scaring everyone's souls to death.

"This immortal, my master has not yet entered the Tao. He is the ancestor of the Demon Sect."

"Now he is still the ancestor of the Demon Sect. The four old demons stood next to him. Together, they lived longer than him."

"God knows how he can live so long!"

"It's so long that he has never called his first name, and his official title is: Immortal."

The chef of Sanren was complaining and venting, but Ning Feng understood it. It turned out that it was not hatred, it was envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Senior Sanren..."

Ning Feng asked hesitantly: "Are you sure this old immortal senior is really a human race?"

He didn't have any questions about the long-term life. After all, he has not reached that point yet. He doesn't know how terrifying the life span is. He just judges it simply by looking at his appearance.

He was hunched over and carrying a turtle shell on his back. The posture of walking looked like the legendary Prime Minister of the Turtle.

The chef of Sanren Shen sniffed: "There is no foreign clan in the seven sects in the world? That's impossible. Don't think about it."

"The strongest thing about this immortal is in four words: seek good luck and avoid bad luck!"

The chef of Sanren pointed to the turtle shell behind Lao Budian's body and sighed: "Do you know what that is? It is the former ancient spiritual treasure, the most powerful treasure in the world. The shell of the last Xuanling Luo Turtle in the world."

"It is said that for thousands of years, all major decisions of the Demon Sect have been made by Lao Budhi. You know who this is?"

Ning Feng nodded. He was still a little confused. He looked up at the sky. The five ancestors of the Demon Sect filled the heaven and earth. The sky and earth all reflected their Dharma body images, and they could not distinguish where their true bodies were.

“Hahahaha~~~”

"Hehehehehehehe~~~"

The sound of crazy laughter, the joy of joy, the loneliness, were all vented in laughter.

Sudden--

"Nan~Wu~Ah~Mi~Du~Buddha~"

"I am merciful to you. All the seniors have made great contributions in the realm. The young monk has no idea. He followed the decree and welcomed the seniors back with the five-destination cart."

The Buddha's chants, the Brahma sings all over the sky, the clear and melodious voices of a man, the flying flowers and leaves, pouring from the west sky.

At the beginning, it is far away in the sky; the last word is in my ears and is close to me.

"No thought?"

"The legendary future Buddha, the monk without thought."

Ning Feng's eyes were rolling around and he looked at the Sanren Divine Cook beside him.

These two people have had a meeting of praises to all parties.

As a result, Ning Feng did not see the joy of seeing his old friend on the face of the Sanren Divine Cook, but instead felt embarrassed, depressed, and had a very complicated expression.

"I'm afraid there is still a story here."

Ning Feng immediately knew it and immediately pretended not to see it and looked at the west sky.

There, a seemingly simple and endless Buddha light was storming out, followed by the sing of Brahma in the sky, and the flying wooden vehicles that were falling in the sky entered his sight.

Next to the wooden cart, a young monk who looked like he was in his prime was folded and kept reciting the Buddha's name.

This man has beautiful eyebrows, fair skin, gentle temperament, and naturally smiles at the corners of his mouth. He suddenly feels kind and clean as if he is as white as jade.

"He is the monk without thoughts?"

Even as a man, Ning Feng couldn't help but sigh, "It turns out that Feng Yi is good. Even if he looks like this, he doesn't lose the word "Future Buddha."

I have to say that this is a world that looks at faces.

As soon as the future Buddha's thoughtless monk appeared, he immediately absorbed all the lights from all directions, and everyone's eyes gathered on him.

The monk Wuxiu and the five-chariot he spoke were parked hundreds of feet away, and all the Buddha's lights, all the Brahma sings, all the ceilings were solidified there, as if waiting for something.

Opposite them, the Dharma bodies of the Fifth Ancestors of the Demon Sect who had previously manifested appeared again and were arranged side by side.

One is charming; two is bone; three is blood; four is night; five is old.

The chef of Sanren God looked at them with a serious expression and spoke as if he was a heavy stern:

"The upside down of all beings: Bai Meimei."

"Bone Demon: Reverse the Cangsheng."

"Blood Demon: Qi Daozi."

"Night Emperor."

"I'm not dead!"

Ning Feng never missed a word, and they met one by one. At this moment, the people standing in the sky are also the top people in this world.

They will be high above for a long time in the future, but Ning Feng never feels that he will look up to anyone.

"Bai Meimei, the bone demon rebelled against Cangsheng, the blood demon abandoned Daozi, the Ye Emperor, old man is immortal!"

Ning Feng recited silently in his heart, remembering it firmly.

He never missed a detail, that is, among these five great demon ancestors, two of them had only "names", but were unknown.

Ning Feng didn't ask, he knew it was special.

The only thought that flashed through his mind was: "Is this Ye Emperor the ancestor of Qiye? He is such a domineering name."

Under the night, this is the emperor!

"Senior Sanren, that's..."

Ning Feng looked at the five terrifying existences that were even crushed by the sky, turned his head and pointed to the west and asked.

"Are those bald donkeys?"

The chef of Sanren God said "pah" and was indignant, "They are famous for grabbing!"

"Ye, Buddhism is so grand, with a big family and a big business, and doesn't owe such merit. Even the Five Demon Cars are sent out, which is to steal the limelight."

"There is really something big, and they will never be missing."

Ning Feng understood a little. This was the Buddha's investigation of the matter here and he wanted to show his presence.

As for the fact that the Sanren Divine Cook is so unhappy, it is so difficult for him to share some of the benefits, and the Buddhist sect directly robs it.

"That five-shen car?"

Ning Feng was depressed when he saw the Sanren Divine Cook, and was not so angry that he hurriedly continued to ask.

"Wuyanche, tsk tsk tsk."

The chef of Sanren God immediately changed his face and looked envious, "This is a good thing."

"The Buddha came out of heaven and passed through the five chariots to save the drowning river."

"The Buddhist scriptures also say: The Tathagata rides on the five chariots."

"The five origins are the five vehicles, one person, two heavens, three Śrāvakas, four pira tāra, and five bodhisattvas."

After he said this, Ning Feng had roughly known it, and his eyes immediately changed when he looked at Wuyanche.

Simply put, a five-car is a five-car that can ride five people.

The problem is that if the Buddha has sat on it, there are no ordinary people in the passengers.
Chapter completed!