Mokodo's expression turned solemn, and there was a bit of the majesty of treasure, without any evil spirit of Meng Lang. He clasped his hands together and shouted, "Moko Wuliang!"

boom--

The endless Buddha light erupted behind him, revealing a strange Buddha. Although he had a frivolous expression on his chest and breasts, he had endless compassion in his eyes.

At this moment, with his actions, the Buddha also put his hands together, and a circle of Buddha light visible to the naked eye impacted, like a shocking tide bursting.

The coldness that was spread all over the space was instantly broken and melted away like white frost and fire. The tragic sword light shook and fell apart, turning into countless tiny pieces, causing a strong wind all over the sky.

"Amitabha. When Benfuna married, two of you came to my Buddhist sect to use swords and swords. I wonder what the reason is?"

Mokodo spoke slowly, his expression calm, but deep in his eyes, there was endless coldness.

But at this moment, to his surprise, the two men who failed to attack and kill did not notice him at all, but instead came together with laughter.

"Junior brother."

"Senior Brother!"

Xun Zhao was rough like a savage, with a heroic aura all over his body, no longer the appearance of a gentle young man before, only those pairs of eyes were still bright at this time, with a gentle smile surging.

The breath of Xunliang became colder, like the eternal ice, without any breath of fireworks. His hands were empty, but it gave people the feeling of being a long sword unsheathed, as if he could break the world into seven or eight petals in the next moment.

"After parting, I thought it would be hard to meet again, but I didn't want to be able to meet again today." Xun Zhao smiled, "I think my junior brother is here for the brother and sister of the Qin family this time?"

Xunliang nodded, "Junior Brother Mo Yu is missing now. As brothers, you and I should protect the safety of his family. How can we let others get involved in it!"

"What my junior brother said is very much!" Xun Zhao nodded, then shook his head with some regret, "It's a pity that this evil monk is too strong."

"So what if you are stronger? Could it be that your senior brother will be afraid of it." Xunliang's eyes were cold, "I have a sword in my hand. I have not used it after I have cultivated it yet. Today I will ask my senior brother to taste it."

Xun Zhao laughed loudly, "We also have a trump card in my brother's hand, so I will compare it with my junior brother's sword to see who can kill this evil monk first!"

The two looked at each other, and the laughter became more and more refreshing.

Since they came to the Buddhist sect and took action against Mokodo, they had already put life and death aside.

At this moment, Qin Qing'er lifted the curtain behind her and walked out, showing her stubborn expression, "Who is Mo Yu?"

This name, which she instinctively felt extremely familiar, was like a part of her life.

But no matter how she thinks, she can't find the memory of his existence... only the vague figure in her mind.

Xun Liang's face suddenly became gloomy, "You have forgotten Junior Brother Mo Yu!"

"Junior brother, don't be angry." Xun Zhao raised his hand to stop him from speaking, looked at Qin Qing'er with a confused look, and suddenly said, "Brother and sister of the Qin family, do you recognize us?"

Qin Qing'er shook her head, tears flowing even more quickly, and suddenly knelt down, "Please tell me if I have forgotten someone who is very important to me! I don't know what happened, but in my memory, there is always a vague figure that has never dissipated in these years!"

"Despicable!" Xun Liang roared, and a sword shadow suddenly appeared above his head. It was pitch black and there was no color. Even the light shone on it, it seemed to be completely swallowed by it, releasing a breath of destruction.

Xun Zhao took a step forward, helped Qin Qing'er up, and said gently: "Mo Yu is your husband, Xunliang and I are his senior brothers. You don't remember him because someone wiped away the memory in your soul. I can't help you recover, but I hope you can remember that the figure in your mind is our junior brother Mo Yu."

He turned around, except for the deep sorrow, there was only cold murderous intent left in his eyes. He looked directly at Mokodo and spoke slowly, "I don't know who did the matter between the brother and sister of the Qin family, but today I have to calculate it, your Buddhist sect... Junior brother!"

boom--

Both of them took action at the same time.

In the Buddha's kingdom, white snow floated, and instantly filled the sight, densely packed and unrecognizable.

A black light seemed particularly eye-catching in the white snow, as if it had penetrated the barriers of time and space.

In an instant, he appeared in front of him.

Mokodo looked frightened and his figure retreated backwards, but no matter how fast he was, he could not get rid of it. The pursuit of White Snow and Black Light.

With a scream, one more appeared in his chest, almost cutting his whole body into two terrifying wounds, and the flesh and blood were rolling up, appearing strange black, and large streams of blood gushed out. A trace of pale chill squirted over the black flesh and blood, pouring into his body wildly.

The ultimate destructive aura enveloped the entire mind, and Mokodo let out a shrill howl, "Buddha saves me!"

The next moment, a Buddha's chant rang, the whole space became quiet, and everything that existed was suppressed.

Whether it was white snow or black light, under this suppression, there was no resistance force and it was dispelled in a blink of an eye.

Xun Zhao and Xun Liang appeared, their faces were pale, but except for a hint of regret and reluctance, they were not afraid at all.

"You two come to our Buddhist sect to disturb the meditation ceremony and even kill others. Do you think there is no Vajra in the Buddhist sect?"

The Buddha spoke slowly, and every word was like a ray of thunder, rolling and echoing in the Buddha's heaven and earth.

"The thief bald! When grandpa came, he was not prepared and could leave intact. Now he fell into your hands. If you want to kill and cut him, he would just be mysterious!" Xunliang spoke coldly, with a look of mockery.

Xun Zhao smiled in his heart.

He knew the intention of his junior brother's actions, and he angered the people of the Buddha Sect just to get some pleasure.

It should be noted that the Huanghuang Buddhist Sect is also famous in the ways to torture prisoners. It is known as the 36,000 pagodas, and there is no one who cannot be saved!

The Buddha's eyes flashed slightly, and his face showed compassion, "Buddhist sympathy should not have done anything to kill, but you have become demons and cannot wake up with Buddhism. It is better to escape into the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible in order to transcend as soon as possible."

"Mokodo, these two people have a grudge with the Buddha Sect because they kill you, so you will be sent to the cycle of reincarnation and end this cause and effect."

"I am merciful!"

Mokodo returned to his gracefulness, but the blood stains on his body and the deep hatred in his eyes made his pretended plain expression look particularly ferocious.

Turning around and looking at Xun Zhao, Xun Liang, he raised his hand and patted forward.

With no way to resist, this casual slap was enough to destroy these two ants who dared to hurt him.

However, at this moment, Mokodo's palm was lifted and he could no longer fall, and his face quickly turned pale, revealing a sense of fear.

Bang—

With a low sound, his body was like a kite with broken wings, flying outwards obliquely. Before it had fallen to the ground, there were large mouthfuls of blood in his mouth and nose, which gushed out like money.

The Buddha's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, and he was not even looking at the dying Mokodo. A gentle line of voice flowed out between his shriveled lips, "Mo Zun is here to visit the Buddha Sect, and our sect is honored!"

He bent down to this place and bowed with his hands together.

Countless monks retreated with fear on their faces. When the Buddha bowed, the invisible aura led to the oppression of the general trend, which was not something they could resist.

call--

A strong wind blew up, raising the black robe on his body, Mo Yu grew up and walked forward step by step. In between, his face and body shape slightly changed, and he returned to his original appearance.

"Old monk, with your cultivation, isn't it a bit too much to attack my two senior brothers? Today, since you want to do it, Mo will have a fight with you!"

He started and fell, and his figure instantly appeared in front of the Buddha, raised his hand and clenched his fist.

The Buddha's eyes suddenly widened, his hands folded, and he was under the force of this punch.

His monk's robe suddenly blew up without wind, and his body as stable as Mount Tai, flew back and drifted.

Bang-
Chapter completed!