With the arrival of Han Sanqian, Ruchen obviously focused all his attention on Han Sanqian, and Fu Mang, who was troubled by half the word "Ni", got out of trouble naturally, but it was too late to catch his breath. The person was stunned, and murmured in surprise:

"How...how did this happen?"

"Why do people who listen to these Buddha's voices feel so uncomfortable?"

"Fumang, don't be dumbfounded, let everyone cover their ears, there is something wrong with this Buddha's voice." On the other end, Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng was also in pain, and while covering his ears, he shouted loudly at Fumang .

Hearing Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng's shout, Fu Mang immediately ordered his disciples to cover their ears.

After the disciples covered their ears for a while, they felt that the pain had dropped a lot.

"They really are a group of demon monks, otherwise, how could their Buddhist music hurt people's minds?" Fu Liqiang slammed energy to protect himself, cursing uncomfortably.

"Buddha's voice makes the pain come from the heart, guard the dantian with heart." Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng said coldly.

Shiyu and Fuli also nodded to each other, regardless of their frailty, they sat cross-legged and resisted hastily.

Only Han Sanqian stood on the spot, in the center of the Buddha's voice, with his head down, not knowing what to think.

"Han Sanqian, you are really insane, and you dare to do this in the face of the Buddha's voice, but you don't know, is this Buddha's voice specifically for you?"

As soon as the words fell, Han Sanqian suddenly smiled.

Then, Han Sanqian slowly raised his head, looking at Ruchen and the others in the air like a fool.

"Han Sanqian!" Seeing the contemptuous smile on Han Sanqian's mouth, Ruchen shouted angrily.

"Laugh, how cheerfully you smile now, after a while, you will die in pain under the Buddha's voice!" Ruchen drank majestically.

"Om, well, what, ba, me, hum!"

"Amitabha! Amitabha! Amitabha!!!"

Ruchen strengthened his energy and increased the strength of chanting sutras, and the disciples with bamboo hats followed closely behind him, quickly chanting Amitabha!

For a while, it was like entering the realm of ten thousand Buddhas, and there was a six-character mantra of an ancestor.

"puff!"

As the voice of the Buddha grew louder, Fu Mang and the others, who used energy to guard their dantian in the distance, suddenly had their throats filled with blood spurting wildly.

And the weaker disciples were already in shock, lying on the ground dying of pain.

"Is that all?"

Han Sanqian suddenly smiled dismissively again.

Even though he was in the center of the Buddha's voice, Han Sanqian didn't feel uncomfortable at all, he just stood there, quietly watching Ruchen and others perform.

Although Ruchen kept chanting the Buddha's voice, his eyes were anxious and angry.

The voice of Buddhism is extremely holy. For a devil like Han Sanqian, the trauma caused can increase several times. He really knows that he is not Han Sanqian's opponent, but he is confident that he can stalk him to death relying on the Buddha's voice. Han Sanqian, but who would have thought of...

This is no entanglement, this... this is like taking the wrong medicine...

There is no reflection at all!

"You guys are almost done singing the monkey show. Now, it's my turn?" He showed an extremely evil smile, and the next second, a wave of energy trembled in Han Sanqian's hand, directly wrapping Fu Mang and the others inside. JrNovels.com