The group of people instantly felt relieved, Ming Yu wanted to refute, but couldn't.

After all, in this way, it seems to make sense!

"Is the black air stable now? You see, it seems to be no different from the devil boy just now."

"The only difference seems to be bigger!"

"It's normal for the devil boy to grow after eating so much energy."

While a group of people were talking, at this moment, a person slowly walked out of the black air!

First step forward with one foot, and then the body slowly comes out!

Almost the moment he stepped out of the black air, the black air suddenly melted and obediently got in from behind him.

"Buddha boy came out of...Han...Han Sanqian?"

"What?"

When he saw clearly the only person standing in the valley, the group of people laughed so happily just before, but now they were so shocked.

Han Sanqian raised his head slightly, looking at the top of the cliff.

All of a sudden, I heard the sound of the surrounding valley shaking, and countless arrogant monks were so frightened that their legs limp and fell to the ground!

Ming Yu's breathing was tightly closed and she was completely unable to make a sound.

Even the usually stable old monk staggered at this moment, if not for the protection of a few disciples, he might have to lie on the ground on the spot.

How can this be? !

Han Sanqian had obviously blew himself up to death, how did he survive?

What's more, even if he can live, he doesn't even have a physical body, how can he beat the Buddha boy who is in full condition?

All of this seems to subvert everyone's cognition!

An egg hits a rock, or an egg without a shell, how can it win? !

"Bang!"

Even if someone supported him, the old monk's knees were lost, and he knelt down on the ground, staring at the valley at the bottom of the cliff.

He wiped his eyes a few times, and he could almost confirm that it was definitely not some kind of Buddha boy, nor was it the soul of Han Sanqian!

But a real Han Sanqian!

"puff!"

The old monk spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the Buddha boy who was destroyed. He was backlashed, and he was still angered by Han Sanqian's Jedi counterattack.

A group of disciples hurriedly expressed concern, and the old monk waved his hand weakly: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, it's just a surge of energy and blood, and it's not going well."

"But, master, that Han Sanqian..." The middle-aged monk was worried and afraid, and he still had the arrogance between heaven and earth that he had just now.

How arrogant she was before, how cowardly she is now!

"What are you afraid of!" The old monk glared at him dissatisfied: "It's just a remnant soul. Even if he wins the Buddha boy, so what? With the power of the Buddha boy, even if he loses, he will have to pull Han San Thousands of water." JrNovels.com