"I'll always come back to you, don't show off my power," Cao Shanjun said anxiously behind him: "In the crowd, he just glanced at you and vomited blood. He stretched out his fingers and couldn't stand it. You can't be an opponent for a living Buddha for decades. Come back."

Xiang Que said without looking back: "You haven't grown up yet, I won't help you walk forward for a while, what are you going to grow up? Winter is coming and spring is coming, and you are about to grow up. How could I make something happen to you at this time?"

Regarding the Hanging Temple, Xiang Que always felt that he owed too much. The price was basically measured by his life. If his master could not invite Master Mingwu to the West Mountain more than 20 years ago, then Master Mingwu had tattooed him with the Ten Palaces of Yama Pictures every year, how could Xiang Que grow up to his twenties? What do you think he has to pay for this relationship?

Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect, but people with conscience also say that when Cao Shanjun can transform into a Lama in a while and become a living Buddha, how could Xiang Que watch him die at a critical moment?

Opposite the Panchen Lama looked at the group ahead quietly without any impatientness. Now this situation clearly shows that he has the ability to crush his body. No matter how they discuss it, he can be alone without fear of the entire Ganden Temple and Xiang Que's resistance.

"Tread, step, step" After a moment, the old lama took two steps forward, hugging his shoulders, and said calmly: "If I don't move your life, I will only take you to Kanlar Mountain as a guest. When the next Panchen Lama reincarnation returns, I will let you go back to Gongba Mountain and go back with me. You can practice Kanlar Mountain in ten years."

"Swish" the old lama stretched out his right hand, covered with calluses and wrinkles, and slowly grabbed Cao Shanjun.

Xiang Que pulled out half of the broken sword, gritted his teeth without hesitation, and waved his hand directly. The old lama didn't even look at him, but just let out a heavy "hum" from his mouth, and a burst of breath rushed towards Xiang Que ahead.

It is also Tongyin, Qi Changqing can crush the old man from Kunlun Sect with one sword and cut off his arm. The Panchen Lama, who has become a living Buddha for 70 years, can also instantly eliminate Xiangque, who has just stepped into Tongyin.

"Boom" Xiangque's broken sword had not had time to meet the Panchen Lama, and the wave of air rushed straight towards him like a barrier, pushing him out.

"Tait ·····"

"puff"

Xiang Queyi took several big steps in a row, rushed to the lama crowd behind him before stopping his retreat. The huge force almost broke out with just one blow.

"You join forces with me to stop him." Dangan Zhuoma let go of the ferret in his arms, walked to Xiang Que with barefoot and said, "Although the chance is slim, we always have to struggle."

Xiang Que wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked in surprise: "Is there no chance at all?"

"A reincarnated living Buddha can inherit 100% of his cultivation in his previous life every twelve years of cultivation. He is now 100 years old in three months. How much cultivation has he passed on in his previous life?"

When a living Buddha reincarnates, what he does not only reincarnate in his previous life. Similarly, the cultivation of the previous life can also be slowly restored in his practice in this life.

"Okay... Can you help me hold him back for a while? As long as I can stop someone for a while, I have the chance to let him get out of here," Xiang Que said gritting his teeth.

Dangan Zhuoma nodded and said, "Then I will do my best, but I can't guarantee that I can do the way."

"You push it"

Turn around and take a step away.

Dangan Zhuoma stood lightly, stretched out her green jade hand, and drew a half circle in front of her. Suddenly, a halo suddenly appeared behind her and floated on her head, as if Guanyin Bodhisattva was born.

At this time, Dangan Zhuoma gave people a very sacred and spotless feeling.

"The body of a compassionate Bodhisattva... It's a great blessing to have you in Tantric Buddhism. It's a pity that you are in the Huang Sect." The old lama nodded indifferently and said, "You can stop me, but it's just a moment."

Immediately, he pointed at the forehead and started the road to the underworld.

The old lama did not care about Dangan Zhuoma's Bodhisattva body at all. He turned his head and looked at Xiang Que with a little surprise: "The underworld? Open the road to the underworld. Are you planning to invite Yin Shuai or the Ghost King out?"

Xiang Que pursed his lips and said nothing. After a cold gap in front of him was opened, a gust of cold wind blew out. Xiang Que took a step forward and wanted to jinru it, but unexpectedly, the old lama suddenly raised his hand and seemed to intend to stop Xiang Que.

Dangan Zhuoma stroked his right hand, and a shadow that looked like a Bodhisattva appeared behind him below the aperture. He held the mutton fat jade bottle in his left hand and leaned against a whisk on his right arm.

"Swish" the figure raised a whisk and a strong wind blew towards the old lama.

The old lama calmly lifted his old cassock with his left hand and blocked him. The cassock that seemed to be a different piece of carrot was instantly tense, standing in front of him like a wall.

At the same time, Xiang Que had already jinruled the underworld. Seeing that the gap was about to close, the old lama's left hand suddenly became narrow and extended into the gap.

"Come back!"

"Boom" the Bodhisattva's body was blocked by the old lama's cassock, but Xiang Que, who was already in the underworld, suddenly felt his body pause.

"Uh!" Xiang Que then felt a huge force, pulling him backwards, his body was not controlled by him at all. He was completely involuntarily pulled from the underworld to the living room.

"I have never left room for work. Although I am not afraid of anyone you ask for help from, there is no need for me to waste my time here. You should save it and don't cause trouble for me."

Xiang Que's face turned pale. He asked Yu Qiuyang to come to help his life in the underworld. This was his only support, but the old lama didn't give him any chance. He just pulled him back as soon as he was underworld.

If Yu Qiuyang could come here, this old lama would not be afraid, but now he didn't give him the opportunity, so Xiang Que would be a little numb.

The Panchen Lama hung his hands, staring at Xiang Que with his eyes that saw through the worldly vicissitudes, and said, "Don't struggle, Tantra does not avoid killing. I have many lives in my hands and you are not bad."

Xiang Que gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to touch us, I will dare to let your Tantric Red Cult become a ruin. All the lamas will be buried with us. In the future, wherever there is a Tantric Red Cult emergence, they will be razed to the ground."

The old lama looked at Xiang Que with interest, without any fear.
Chapter completed!