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The Demon Lord was stunned, and suddenly looked up to the sky with a long smile: "So it's because of this thing... Hahaha, so what if you trapped me? To put it bluntly, it's just a different way. I'm trapped in the Shura Realm and the trapped mirror. It's very different, if you want the god stone, don't even think about it!"

Sakyamuni raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Really?" After he finished speaking, he retracted his five fingers covered by the sleeves of the robe, and the trapped mirror quickly retracted, shining Buddha's light and breathing through Changhong!

"Ah——" the demon king suddenly felt his soul twisted like a knife, his legs limp and knelt down on the ground, and when he looked up, there was an exquisite small tower shining with golden light hanging above the word '卍' at some point in the air!

He panicked in his heart, his angry eyes widened and he roared: "The Tower of Refining God?! You are Posa Sakyamuni!"

Sakyamuni suddenly lowered his face, and said clearly: "The devil has good eyesight. If you don't hand over the seven-colored god stone today, this deity will also let you taste the taste of soul flying away! What is it that you can't be reborn forever!"

Chaos Dao's heart trembled, not daring to make a sound.

The devil endured the severe pain of his soul being strangled, and gritted his teeth: "It is said that Venerable Posuo is a person of great wisdom and perfection, and now it has opened my eyes... It's just a stone, but it made you use it to refine the gods." Talai counts on me..."

Sakyamuni said impatiently: "Hmph, I don't intend to waste my words with you. If you still refuse to hand it over within twenty breaths, I can burn you to ashes first, and it won't be too late to find you slowly."

The Demon Lord knelt on the ground, dripping with cold sweat, secretly thinking that he was careless today, but it was just a seven-colored god stone, and it would not be worth exchanging lives for left and right... Besides, this stone has long been used up by him...

Outside the seal, Sakyamuni looked at the enchantment that kept flashing halos, and got up staggeringly.

Chaos was very worried: "My lord, this seal can only be entered but not exited. How can we..."

Unexpectedly, Sakyamuni came to the front of the enchantment, suddenly put his two fingers together, the fingertips condensed the remaining half of the Buddha's power, and squeezed the formula with one hand, the meaning is self-evident.

"!" Chaos whirled and roared, "You, you want to break the seal?!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as it finished speaking, the Buddha's light flourished in this small world, and a corner of the intricate Sanskrit script engraved on it disappeared instantly!

Sakyamuni built another barrier to block the constantly overflowing demonic energy. Big drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead from his chin, and the crimson blood stained the cassock. He didn't care much, he gritted his teeth and broke the seal a little!

In an instant, an exquisite small pagoda wrapped in a colorful round stone flew out of it, and the next moment, he repaired the seal with the remaining mana!

Sakyamuni held the refining tower and the sacred stone with trembling hands. He was dressed in a pure white cassock, but it was soaked in blood into crimson in an instant.

At this point, the distraction dissipated, and all the magic power in the body was exhausted...

Chaos lowered his head and remained silent.

Sakyamuni had to meditate on the spot for half a month before he managed to recover some energy. He got up with sloppy steps and said, "Go, go to Po Whirling."

Chaos was about to cry, sobbing and saying: "Honorable One, let's go to the Lord God first..."

Sakyamuni shook his head, his brows and eyes were exhausted, his complexion was frighteningly white, but there was a faint smile on his lips: "No, Ah Jiu is probably about to wake up, if he can see Xiao Li as soon as he wakes up, I guess I'm going to be overjoyed..."

Chaos was stunned, and said in a low voice: "Is that Xiao Li really...really that important to the Lord Shenjun?"

Sakyamuni nodded: "It is important."

Chaos glanced at him, and asked hesitantly, "Is it... more important than you, Venerable?"

Sakyamuni lowered his eyes and sighed silently: "Well, to Ah Jiu, maybe he is more important." For thousands of years, he has never looked at himself more than once, because of Feng Yan's injury, obsession with obsession, and because of Xiaoli and being with him. Feng Yan never dies... He can't do much for Ah Jiu. He doesn't care about these hardships and difficulties. What he cares about is that his Ah Jiu can get well so far, and he is enough...