As all the phantom images of the Buddhist scriptures fell into Chen Luo's soul, the Zen-Buddha Avenue shook for a moment, and everything returned to calm. The light on the manuscript also dimmed, and fell on the desk again, returning to its original state.
Chen Luo raised his head and looked up. Although he was separated from the roof, he could feel that Tiandao didn't seem to express anything.
"That's it?"
Chen Luo thought that there would be some big moves, but he didn't expect that after planning for such a long time, even a thunder
The content of this chapter is being updated...