Chapter 488

Sun Yi frowned. The scolding was too strange. His eyes radiated into the void. He saw a group of colorful people coming here quickly not far away.

The man was wearing a gold coat and looked very young. His black hair was scattered behind him. Behind his forehead, there was a group of colorful lights, like a group of Buddha in Sun Yi's previous life. But Sun Yi understood that this man could not be a Buddha. The Buddha was not like him, but practiced some strange skills.

"I'm a member of Duhua sect. I came to Duhua Er today." The man's hands were folded like monks and nuns in previous lives, but every word and sentence in his mouth was pounding sun Yiwu's platform, which was a battle of souls.

"Why are you meddling in my business? I don't seem to know you." Sun Yi looked at the man in front of him with great vigilance. His realm was in the Ninth Heaven of Shentai, but his strange soul power made Sun Yi dare not underestimate it. As soon as Wutai relaxed a little, his omnipresent crossing power would erase his consciousness.

"Everyone in the world has his own right to live. The old man only made a mistake for a while and will not die. He will be handed over to our messenger to turn him over."

The corners of the man's mouth were smiling, but Sun Yi didn't feel a smile. Instead, he was as ferocious as a devil, a kind of cruelty hidden behind him.

"Joke, the world of martial arts is extremely cruel. How can you resolve it by making a mistake? If I don't kill him, he will kill more people." Sun Yi asked coldly. Although he didn't know what he meant, it would never be a good thing.

The sudden appearance of the duhuamen made Sun Yi feel very uncomfortable.

"We have our own way to cross him."

"Well, I'll see what you can do to help him."

The man didn't speak, smiled and just looked at the empty old man.

"Would you like to be transformed by me, put down the butcher's knife and become a saint." The man's hands closed again, and a strange golden awn shrouded the empty old man.

"I would do anything to keep me alive." The empty old man almost shouted out. Just now, he thought he would die. Now he has a chance to live, why don't he seize it tightly.

"That's good."

The man answered, his lips hummed, and a golden light like Sanskrit shrouded the empty old man. The empty old man's face was slowly peaceful, and his hands were folded. It seemed that he was performing the most pious ceremony, and a special breath was emitted from him.

This scene made Sun Yi frown. Although the Sanskrit voice was not aimed at him, he felt a sense of soul vibration standing aside, making him feel a sense of submission and kneeling. However, his martial heart was so strong that he firmly adhered to his original heart.

After about a quarter of an hour, the old man's eyes completely opened, and a light five-color light appeared behind his forehead, which was much lighter than this man, but the five-color light behind the man's forehead was bright for a few minutes.

"Oh, my little friend, I'm sorry. I was wrong before. I want to learn to transform saints and make amends to you with my skin bag."

After that, the empty old man frowned and cut off his arm holding the empty sword in front of Sun Yi with a peaceful face.

"You are satisfied that he has wiped out his sins with his own flesh." The man smiled and opened his lips. Every word turned into golden Sanskrit. He was turning to cross Sun Yi's sea of knowledge.

"Well, I don't care about it. Bye." Sun Yi's eyebrows wrinkled tightly. This transition really turned the world into a good man as Sun Yi's previous Buddhism said, but Sun Yi didn't like this man. The Sanskrit in this man's mouth even wanted to wash his will.

"Wait, you have too much killing intention. It's better to put down the butcher's knife, enter our Duhua gate and fly up in the future."

The five colors behind the man's forehead shine on Sun Yi. He wants to forcibly wash Sun Yi's will. This is terrible, even more terrible than slave seal. This is forcibly transforming his will and making him willing to surrender.

"You can't get involved in my business, you can't manage my way, and I don't want to know about you."

Sun Yi danced wildly with black hair, his eyes were like lightning, and his white shirt was making a sound in hunting. However, in his knowledge of the sea, it was like a rough wave. The golden wunian wave was fighting like a giant to prevent himself from sinking.

"Will you become holy like this? I will cross the door and be merciful and wash you. Will you resist?" The man was drinking loudly, and the sound of thunder roared on Sun Yi's Wu soul, trying to disperse Sun Yi's Wu soul and recast a Wu soul obeying Sun Yi for him.

"If I don't worship the heaven or the earth, the will of the heaven will erase me. Is it you who don't know where to come from?"

Sun Yi's heart was crying, and he kept his original heart firmly and did not let himself sink. The artistic conception of killing was emerging and erupted against each other, but the voice was like a magic sound like a Buddha sound, which was hard to resist even with Sun Yi's strong will.

"Cross me over. If you cross me with such a strong willpower, I can get a merit."

The man's colorful divine light behind his forehead is more prosperous, and his body erupts a strong golden light, such as a golden Buddha, but Sun Yi can feel the ferocious meaning, what a terrible Duhua gate.

"You wish me a hand, too." Seeing that the ferry could not transform Sun Yi, the man asked the empty old man to read Sanskrit. The sum of the two must transform Sun Yi into a ferry.

Now in the void, the three sat cross legged and faced each other.

The Sanskrit voice from the mouth of the man and the empty old man is like a prison, which severely surrounds Sun Yi, and the colorful light behind their heads is more prosperous and powerful. This is a battle between the soul and will.

"What ferry gate? Roll on, don't disturb my martial arts heart. It's impossible to ferry me into your slave."

Sun Yi's eyes suddenly opened. The terrible flesh was golden. A powerful momentum soared from him. The whole person stood up, stepped into the air and glared at the two people.

"Are you still stubborn? It's time to turn around. " Another Sanskrit storm swirled Sun Yi, but slapping on Sun Yi's body only set off a wave.

Is it this man who can wash his inexhaustible golden body.

Sun Yi took one step at a time, and a strong sense of war gushed out of him. In his roar, the bully spear slashed a spear to directly kill the empty old man and turn him into powder.

"What, someone can resist my crossing power." The man was surprised to see that the empty old man was blown to pieces. He was in a hurry. He had not been calm before. The power of the five colors was a little disordered.

"Don't you want to transform me? I'll see what strength you have to transform me. "

Between heaven and earth, the powerful golden fire light shrouded out. It seems that Sun Yi is the only one. His gun is unmatched. He is full of war intention in the confrontation with this man's soul. Finally, he turns his war intention potential into a war intention field.

Shrouded in the field of war, the power of the Sanskrit voice could not get close. Like the most powerful God of war, his eyes were golden and glared at the man. A powerful gun occupied the world and directly killed the man.