Chapter 833

Before Yang Qiu even had time to say a second word, the Buddhist heart childe pinched the thing in his hand.

A circle of light suddenly spread, and the mana fluctuation suddenly tore the void. Yang Qiu even had no time to escape. He grabbed Ji Sha and threw him into the chaotic space. Then his whole person was spinning for a while, and the scenery in front of him changed.

This is a strange space. In the whole space, there is a dead breath, but there is another vitality growing in it. Yang Qiu even had no time to respond. A gentle voice with endless compassion sounded behind him:

"Little friendly means!"

Yang Qiu suddenly turned back.

An old monk, who was thin and standing up for less than one meter, was wearing the most common linen monk's robe. He sat cross legged on a brown futon and looked at Yang Qiu with a sad face. The whole man was weak.

The old monk was sallow and skinny. He felt as if he had just recovered from a serious illness. His head was bare. There were only two snow-white eyebrows, which were a foot long and hung on both sides of his head. It seemed that the monk had a strong taste of misery.

Yang Qiu only looked at each other. Suddenly, his heart gave birth to a taste more bitter than Coptis chinensis. In front of his eyes, he seemed to see hundreds of millions of people struggling in the tragic world, and the eternal reincarnation could not find a way to escape. That kind of despair piled up, which was simply unbearable.

When Yang Qiu took another look at the old monk, he felt great relief and joy when releasing the Buddha. It seemed that all despair, all pain and torture were resolved by the old monk.

He almost knelt down to the old monk.

As soon as his knee softened, he suddenly recovered.

damn!!

Two cold eyes suddenly appeared in his eyes, staring at the old monk with incomparable vigilance.

This is the strangest, most powerful and most terrible opponent he has ever met.

He immediately understood the origin of the old monk!!

Lord Springer!!

One of the Three Thousand Buddhas, the Buddha Lord of princip Buddhas.

Princeton Buddhism ranks high among the 3000 Buddhist countries. Although it is not in the top 50, it should be at least about 100.

"Old bald donkey, you're trying to plot against me?"

Lord puliver looked at Yang Qiu in a daze. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Then he recovered his original appearance, sat on the futon and said faintly:

"Yes, you can break the Dharma of the old monk. Little guy, you are very good. You can make the 108 pseudo saints of the law school so interested. The old monk is very curious. What's the secret about you?"

When the grand priestly Buddha called the 108 saints of the Presbyterian group false saints, Yang Qiuxin jumped.

Pseudo saint?

It seems that this old thing is not wrong.

No wonder Yang Qiu feels that the strength of these 108 saints is a little strange.

And the Lord Princeton dared to call out the name of false saints, even a little disdainful. Can it be said that the strength of the Lord Princeton is stronger than those false saints?

Yang Qiu was sweating a little when she thought that Lord Princeton could easily get herself from the separate world of the law sect to this ghost place.

This old thing, did he hide his strength?

Is it true that the double saints of Buddhism also hide their strength? What else do they have in the dark?

Or is the relationship between Buddhism and the law school mutual cooperation and mutual vigilance?

What ghosts are the protoss of the holy world, the real Protoss?

Yang Qiu's head seemed to run 10000 times faster than usual at this moment.

Protoss, Buddhism, law school, the so-called super Yipin thick soil constitution, as well as various specious and intermittent fragments, are all integrated into Yang Qiu's mind.

He seemed to understand something and touch the threshold, but he couldn't really say it in his head.

What the hell is going on?

It was like a dark curtain wrapped him directly in the middle. He could vaguely see the sky light, but in any case, he couldn't find the exit of the dark curtain.

Aoxue sent kumarosh to find him and sent the child. Why?

What does Aoxue know?

It's better for the child to follow the mother. She has to give it to herself.

Is there any hidden danger for her to be the Buddha?

The more Yang Qiu thought, the more he thought, the more he felt that he was sweating. He looked at the old monk with some complexity and wondered whether he would directly use the immortal killing sword array to attack the old thing.

He really only uses the purest strength now, but that is to treat experts at the same level. If he meets an invincible opponent, he can't always fight with his fist?

Chaotic three forms are his foundation and source of strength, and the immortal killing sword array has become his best attack weapon.

"Little guy, I can't see through you!"

Lord prinford narrowed his eyes, looked at Yang Qiu and said with a smile:

"You can kill the existence of the Buddha's fruit position in one fell swoop with a mere mortal body, and you still have those identity cards given to you by the false saint. Obviously, you have a great secret. Maybe this secret involves! Ha ha! "

When Yang Qiu was talking to the old monk, all the chaotic forces in the chaotic space were mobilized by him, integrated into the meridians along the Dantian, and then gathered in his hands. That huge energy quickly turned into the purest force. In a moment, he felt explosive.

One punch!

He punched the old monk and hit him.

But just when his fist hit Lao Heshang three feet on his head, the old monk suddenly flashed a circle of golden light like shadow and line. The golden glory was solemn and passed away.

Yang Qiu's fist was so resisted.

But Yang Qiu didn't stop at all. She summoned up her strength and smashed it madly. The golden light in that circle flashed continuously, and the old monk's eyebrows jumped slightly.

Yang Qiu's power is only a simple power, and there is no mana fluctuation at all. However, this power is so powerful that it can slightly shake his Vajra bodyguard.

Yang Qiu suddenly gave a loud shout. A circle of earthy yellow light flashed on his right fist. The first of the three chaotic moves opened the sky and launched without any reservation.

A thick and incomparable breath smashed on the ring of King Kong body guard from his fist. He heard a ding. The ring of King Kong body guard was smashed open by him.

Lord prinford didn't make a move, but it's unimaginable that his passive defense was smashed by an ordinary man.

He stared at Yang Qiu. The look on his face was no longer indifferent, but creepy and startled.

Only Lord Pulver himself knows what level his strength is.