In this way, the heavy blow of 36,000 sticks means that Bai Zun is not a serious life form at all, and she was also beaten completely out of shape... If it were someone else, even an emperor-level existence like Lord Tianshu,

After being beaten so violently, she was already shattered... Fortunately for Bai Zun, she still maintained an extremely strong vitality. She even had the strength to scream and curse, and even cried out to the Third Burial Monk for help: "Go up.

Master, Master, what should I do?"

The three buried monks were also screaming loudly.

The energy and blood in his body surged like a dragon, the corners of his eyes burst, and two lines of blood and tears rolled down.

He looked at Lu Qian like a heir. If it weren't for the fact that there was no hair on his head, Lu Qian doubted that his hair would really stand up straight, lifting up a mountain!

"Why! Why!! Why!!!" The Sanzong monk was roaring: "You ruined the last thought that Grandmaster Uncle left for me!"

Lu Qian struck hard and sent the bloody Bai Zun flying far away.

Bai Zun flew through the void with a harsh sound. She was like a naughty photon, and there were even more naughty children who randomly placed mirrors in the void. This photon was between the mirrors.

The "boom boom boom" kept rebounding at an extremely fast speed, but it still couldn't get away from Xu Fangyuan beside Lu Qian!

This is even more embarrassing!

Bai Zun was so angry that he screamed, and her anger was almost hysterical. This meant that she would not be able to find a way to deal with Lu Qian for a while, otherwise she would risk everything and die with Lu Qian!

Lu Qian ignored Bai Zun, who was trapped in the maze of spatial reflections, and looked at him with a smile as he was so angry that his body's energy and blood surged like a sea. Giant dragons of energy and blood rushed straight up tens of thousands of miles high, causing a large arc to appear in the void above his head.

The three-buried monk in the shape of ripples.

"What Master said is wrong."

"I, a Buddhist disciple, pay attention to the purity of the six sense organs, and what I pay attention to is...ahem, the elimination of emotion and nature? Ahem!" Lu Qian deliberately distorted Buddhist principles and deliberately provoked the monk Sanzong: "Master, you actually...

Are you still thinking about it in your heart? It shows that your six roots are impure... Since your six roots are impure, you can keep the palm of a dead person and the ray of spirituality left by a dead Buddha close to you for countless years... Hey, hey

, have you done other more outrageous, more dirty and obscene things?"

The third burial monk glared at Lu Qian.

Lu Qian smiled slowly and said: "For example, the widow Wang next door's bellyband disappeared. Is it related to a certain master of three burials? The neighbor's sixty-year-old unmarried girl suddenly became pregnant. Maybe she was also three years old.

Master Burial came to consecrate it in person? Or..."

"enough!"

The third burial monk angrily yelled: "Shut up!"

"You are also a disciple of Buddhism, aren't you afraid of making a mouthful?"

Lu Qian looked at the furious Sanzang Monk and shook his head slightly: "I practice Buddhism, but I am by no means a true disciple of Buddhism... Therefore, although I once had the title of Buddhism when I was in Liangyi Heaven, I am not a disciple of Buddhism."

I know that it is absolutely impossible for me to become a Buddha... I cannot achieve true enlightenment, great liberation, true enlightenment, and a thoroughgoing Buddha, so I don’t have this extravagant hope!"

"Master, you...hehe, how many innocent lives have you accumulated in your hands? You can make countless living beings as sacrifices...to be so angry and rude just because of a bone palm and a trace of residual spirituality...you

This Buddhist disciple doesn’t seem to be very pure, does he?” Lu Qian laughed and stabbed the scar on the heart of Monk San Burial!

The third burial monk gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Qian. He roared, and a large piece of Buddha's light in his sleeves turned into golden clouds and gushes out. A giant dragon coiled around him, and a strange-shaped Zen staff with a ferocious tiger's head spurted out from the golden clouds. He held both hands

He held the Zen staff tightly and shook it hard. In the tiger's mouth on the head of the staff, the four fist-sized gold rings hanging on the huge tiger fangs vibrated violently and collided with each other, making a deafening sound.

The third burial monk waved the dragon-wrapped tiger-headed Zen staff, and a bright light struck Lu Qian.

The power of this staff was inexplicable, and the huge force it exerted made Lu Qiandu's face turn slightly pale. Inheriting a trace of the true meaning of Buddhism in the skeletal palm, and receiving part of the Buddhist power's cultivation, Monk Three Burials

The power at this moment was truly to the point where even Lu Qian, who had now condensed half of the Power Dao Fruit, was amazed by it!

"What a great power!" Lu Qian praised, and then he struck out with a light stick.

The Zen staff in the hands of Monk San Buran was struck forward with all his strength, but it was getting further and further away from Lu Qian. No matter how hard he tried, the staff could not touch Lu Qian at all.

As for the stick that Lu Qian blasted out, the head of the stick suddenly disappeared into the void.

A huge meat ball suddenly bulged out from the chest of the Third Burial Monk... The Tianlong Zen Staff actually appeared directly inside his body, giving him a violent blow from the inside out!

The crackling sound of fractures was heard endlessly, and the third burial monk spurted a mouthful of old blood far away. The strength of the Zen staff in his hand finally ran out, and it stopped tremblingly at least three feet and six feet away from Lu Qian. He could no longer do it.
Chapter completed!