As Blood Bodhi's voice sounded, the ghost sword instantly shattered into countless sharp edges that contained true energy, directly piercing through his body and nailing into the stone lion behind him.

In an instant, the pressure on Wooden Swordsman and Wei Xuan suddenly increased. The terrifying pressure almost gave them no time to think about why Blood Bodhi was not poisoned, and they burst out with twelve points of strength almost instantly.

The wooden sword in the wooden swordsman's hand almost turned into a phantom, but it could not block the casual palm.

"Kuchiki swordsmanship is a mess."

The palm imprinted on the chest instantly penetrated the wooden swordsman's heart and spine.

Wei Xuan was almost scared out of his mind, trying hard to cope with the mountain-sea-like offensive of Blood Bodhi in front of him, but it was still of no use.

In just one breath, the slender palm shattered his skull.

Looking at Wei Xuan who was kneeling in front of him, Xue Bodhi shook his head and said: "The Wuya Ghost Skill is good, but it still goes astray. It can't help me become a Buddha, so what's the use?"

After saying that, Blood Bodhi sighed again, shook his head again and said: "Amitabha, it's really wrong for a poor monk to break the precept of killing again. In what year and month can he become a Buddha?"

As he spoke, Blood Bodhi stretched out his hand to cover Wei Xuan's eyes, then crossed his legs on the ground and began to recite scriptures.

"Namo Amitabhavi, Duotagaduoye, Duodiyeta, Amilidubhavi, Amiliduo, Sidandabhavi, Amitaduo, Vikalanda, Amitabhavi, Vikalana

Duo, Gamiri, Gagana, Chidokali, Shavaha..."

The players who saw this scene in the distance were stunned.

Looking at the ravine-ridden land, the man with twelve-pack abs scratched his head and said: "It's too strong. This monk is as strong as a monster, but what is he doing? What is he thinking about?"

The two packs of spicy strips glanced at the man with twelve-pack abs and said, "This is the rebirth curse. He is saving them. Well... this must be a master."

The man with twelve-pack abs suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Damn it, good guy, killing people and raising ashes to save a dragon is too much for this monk, isn't it? Is this really a serious monk?"

Artist Zu'an touched his chin and said: "It doesn't matter whether the monk is serious or not. The important thing is that this monk is really handsome when he kills people. It doesn't matter whether he is serious or not. Being handsome is a matter of a lifetime."


Chapter completed!