Bang!

Another earth-shaking sound was heard, and the light shone brightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the old monk squatted on the ground.

The light of the Buddha statue not only weakened for several minutes,

Even his arm was broken and slowly disappeared.

"Impossible, impossible!" How could the old monk accept this scene: "I am the power of faith for tens of thousands of monks for fifty years..."

"Is the power of faith for tens of thousands of monks for fifty years very awesome?" Ye Wudao's voice exploded.

It turned out that Ye Wudao woke up.

The old monk sniffled wildly: "What is this divine dragon? Why is it so powerful!"

Ye Wudao: "This is the dragon of national fortune, and it is transformed by the power of faith of billions of people in Daxia."

"How can the power of your faith in tens of thousands of monks be as powerful as the power of my billions of people in Daxia!"

"National fortune turns into dragon, national fortune turns into dragon..." the old monk murmured to himself: "This is actually true!"

"You are not a pity for being the chosen son of God, but you can actually take over the fate of the country. I am ashamed of being inferior to you!"

Ye Wudao: "I'm giving you a chance and tell me, what is the use of stealing my shadow? What exactly is my master doing when I go to Kunlun Mountain? Why is his life in danger!"

The old monk smiled tragically: "So what if you have integrated the dragon of national fortune!"

"When the Yinsi people bring your shadow to Kunlun Mountain, this Daxia will also change its ownership."

"You and your family can't escape death!"

"I want me to bow my head to you, and I'm delusional."

Although the old monk did not answer himself,

However, Ye Wudao could hear that the Demon King of the Yin Si seemed to have taken his own shadow Ye Wandao to Kunlun Mountain.

When they arrived at Kunlun Mountain, why did Daxia change its ownership?

Ye Wudao is unknown.

At this moment, Ye Wudao had made up his mind to go to Kunlun Mountain in person to find out the truth.

He said coldly: "If you give you a chance, you don't want it, then I can only eradicate the root."

Ha ha!

The old monk laughed wildly: "Even if he dies, he will hurt you severely!"

"Come on, fight again!"

The old monk drove the Buddha's light and statues to crash into the national fortune dragon wildly.

The dragon of national fortune rushed up bravely.

However, he did not have a hard bar on the front of the Buddha Light Buddha statue, but after both sides approached, it suddenly turned around and smashed it with a move of the dragon.

The tail of the dragon of national fortune easily dispersed the Buddha's light and statues, collapsed and disappeared invisible.

The national fortune dragon was not damaged at all.

The Buddha's light statue dissipated, and the old monk was also frightened.

Of course, he was bleeding from his orifices and couldn't get up.

Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it's time to let you be judged."

The old monk smiled miserably: "You are not qualified to judge me yet."

"My life is up to me, and even if I die, I will be punished by myself!"

As soon as he exerted force, his tendons and veins broke and died.

What a pity!

Ye Wudao shook his head and expressed regret. The truth was clearly close, but he could not ask.

If he didn't want to open his mouth for such a powerful man as the old monk, even if the gods descended to earth, they would not be able to ask anything.

Their will is too strong.

Even though they died, their bodies could not be forgiven.

Ye Wudao was holding the old monk in one hand and Li Si in the other, preparing to go back and destroy it.

If their bodies fall into the hands of the underworld, the underworld will be troublesome.

As a result, Ye Wudao just walked out of the door.

But I found that there were already hundreds of people outside.

These hundreds of people are monks holding Shaolin sticks, staring at them with great might.

Ye Wudao sneered: "Just because of you, you still want to stop me, you're delusional!"

"It just so happens that today I will kill the weeds and eliminate you evil monks."

Amitabha.

A Buddhist chant came from behind the crowd.

The monks quickly made way out, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beards folded his hands and walked out slowly.

"Shisan, don't be safe."

Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance.
Chapter completed!