Chapter: 1819
boom!
There was another earth-shattering bang, with a radiant light.
Opening his eyes again, the old monk squatted on the ground.
The light of the Buddha Light Buddha statue not only weakened by a few points,
Even his arm was broken and slowly disappeared.
Impossible, impossible! How could the old monk accept this scene: "I am the power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years..."
The power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years, is it awesome? Ye Wudao's voice exploded.
It turned out that Ye Wudao woke up.
The old monk swallowed and spit: "What the hell is this dragon, how can it be so strong!"
Ye Wudao: "This is the dragon of national fortune, which is transformed by the faith of my billions of people in Daxia."
How can the faith of your tens of thousands of monks be compared to the faith of my billions of people in Daxia!
National fortune transformed into dragon, national transport transformed into dragon... The old monk muttered to himself, "This is actually true!"
You are the son of Heaven's Chosen, but you are able to accept the Dragon of National Fortune. I am ashamed of myself!
Ye Wudao: "Now give you a chance and tell me, what is the use of stealing my shadow, what is my master doing in Kunlun Mountains, and why is his life in danger!"
The old monk smiled tragically and tragically: "Even if you merge with the Dragon of National Fortune, so what!"
When Yinsiren brings your shadow to Kunlun Mountain, this big summer will also change hands.
You and your family can't escape death!
I want the old man to bow his head to you, wishful thinking.
Although the old monk did not answer himself,
But Ye Wudao could hear that the Demon King of Yin Sitian seemed to be heading to Kunlun Mountain with a shadow of his own, Ye Wandao.
When they arrived at Kunlun Mountain, why did this big summer change hands?
Ye Wudao does not know.
At this moment, Ye Wudao has made up his mind to go to Kunlun Mountain in person to find out the truth.
He said indifferently: "If you don't want to give you a chance, then I can only cut the grass and root it out."
Ha ha!
The old monk laughed wildly: "Even if you die, you will be hurt!"
Come on, fight again!
The old monk drove the Buddha statue and slammed into the dragon of national fortune madly.
The dragon of national fortune rushed forward bravely.
However, he did not confront the Buddha statue directly, but after the two sides approached, it suddenly turned its direction and smashed its tail with a move.
The tail of the dragon of national fortune easily smashed the Buddha statue, collapsed, and disappeared into nothingness.
And the Dragon of National Fortune was not damaged in the slightest.
The Buddha statue dissipated, and the old monk was also attacked.
Of course he was bleeding from the seven orifices and fell to the ground.
Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it's time for you to stand trial."
The old monk smiled desolately: "You are not qualified to judge me."
My life is up to me, even if I die, I will kill myself!
As soon as he exerted force on his body, his muscles and veins were cut off and died on the spot.
Pity!
Ye Wudao shook his head, expressing regret, although the truth was close at hand, but he could not ask.
If a strong man like the old monk didn't want to open his mouth, even if the gods descended into the world, they wouldn't be able to ask anything.
Their will is too strong.
Although they are dead, their bodies cannot be forgiven.
Ye Wudao held the old monk in one hand and Li Si in the other, ready to go back to destroy.
In case their bodies fell into the hands of the Yin Siren, it would be troublesome for the Yin Siren to resurrect them.
As a result, Ye Wudao just walked out of the door,
But they found that the outside was already surrounded by hundreds of people.
These hundreds of people are all monks, holding Shaolin sticks, eyeing tigers, majestic and majestic.
Ye Wudao sneered: "Just because of you, you still want to stop me, wishful thinking!"
Exactly, today we will cut the grass and root, and eradicate your group of evil monks.
Amitabha.
A Buddha's horn came from behind the crowd.
The monks quickly made way, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked out slowly with his hands folded.
God handsome, stay safe.
Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance,
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There was another earth-shattering bang, with a radiant light.
Opening his eyes again, the old monk squatted on the ground.
The light of the Buddha Light Buddha statue not only weakened by a few points,
Even his arm was broken and slowly disappeared.
Impossible, impossible! How could the old monk accept this scene: "I am the power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years..."
The power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years, is it awesome? Ye Wudao's voice exploded.
It turned out that Ye Wudao woke up.
The old monk swallowed and spit: "What the hell is this dragon, how can it be so strong!"
Ye Wudao: "This is the dragon of national fortune, which is transformed by the faith of my billions of people in Daxia."
How can the faith of your tens of thousands of monks be compared to the faith of my billions of people in Daxia!
National fortune transformed into dragon, national transport transformed into dragon... The old monk muttered to himself, "This is actually true!"
You are the son of Heaven's Chosen, but you are able to accept the Dragon of National Fortune. I am ashamed of myself!
Ye Wudao: "Now give you a chance and tell me, what is the use of stealing my shadow, what is my master doing in Kunlun Mountains, and why is his life in danger!"
The old monk smiled tragically and tragically: "Even if you merge with the Dragon of National Fortune, so what!"
When Yinsiren brings your shadow to Kunlun Mountain, this big summer will also change hands.
You and your family can't escape death!
I want the old man to bow his head to you, wishful thinking.
Although the old monk did not answer himself,
But Ye Wudao could hear that the Demon King of Yin Sitian seemed to be heading to Kunlun Mountain with a shadow of his own, Ye Wandao.
When they arrived at Kunlun Mountain, why did this big summer change hands?
Ye Wudao does not know.
At this moment, Ye Wudao has made up his mind to go to Kunlun Mountain in person to find out the truth.
He said indifferently: "If you don't want to give you a chance, then I can only cut the grass and root it out."
Ha ha!
The old monk laughed wildly: "Even if you die, you will be hurt!"
Come on, fight again!
The old monk drove the Buddha statue and slammed into the dragon of national fortune madly.
The dragon of national fortune rushed forward bravely.
However, he did not confront the Buddha statue directly, but after the two sides approached, it suddenly turned its direction and smashed its tail with a move.
The tail of the dragon of national fortune easily smashed the Buddha statue, collapsed, and disappeared into nothingness.
And the Dragon of National Fortune was not damaged in the slightest.
The Buddha statue dissipated, and the old monk was also attacked.
Of course he was bleeding from the seven orifices and fell to the ground.
Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it's time for you to stand trial."
The old monk smiled desolately: "You are not qualified to judge me."
My life is up to me, even if I die, I will kill myself!
As soon as he exerted force on his body, his muscles and veins were cut off and died on the spot.
Pity!
Ye Wudao shook his head, expressing regret, although the truth was close at hand, but he could not ask.
If a strong man like the old monk didn't want to open his mouth, even if the gods descended into the world, they wouldn't be able to ask anything.
Their will is too strong.
Although they are dead, their bodies cannot be forgiven.
Ye Wudao held the old monk in one hand and Li Si in the other, ready to go back to destroy.
In case their bodies fell into the hands of the Yin Siren, it would be troublesome for the Yin Siren to resurrect them.
As a result, Ye Wudao just walked out of the door,
But they found that the outside was already surrounded by hundreds of people.
These hundreds of people are all monks, holding Shaolin sticks, eyeing tigers, majestic and majestic.
Ye Wudao sneered: "Just because of you, you still want to stop me, wishful thinking!"
Exactly, today we will cut the grass and root, and eradicate your group of evil monks.
Amitabha.
A Buddha's horn came from behind the crowd.
The monks quickly made way, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked out slowly with his hands folded.
God handsome, stay safe.
Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance,
It was hosted by Shaolin, Master Xie Ran. JrNovels.com
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