Chapter 182： The killing intent of the bald child!

Under the Bodhi tree.

The bald child sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, completely absorbing the immortal energy between heaven and earth.

It was as if every ray of immortal energy was being absorbed into his body and transformed into his most powerful strength.

Ling Baoer was on the side, very vigilant.

Also, curious.

Curious who this bald boy is?

at this time.

The surrounding void was shattered, and Chen Changan returned.

Ling Baoer was surprised.

"Master, you are back."

Chen Changan nodded.

Then, he turned his attention to the bald child.

"Is this what's in that meat ball?"

Ling Baoer nodded.

"Yes, Master Master."

at this time.

The bald child stopped reciting the Buddhist scriptures, but opened his eyes and looked at Chen Changan.

In his hand, the Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle appeared again.

Chen Changan felt the killing intent from the bald child.

The corners of Chen Changan's mouth rose.

Although I don't know who the bald boy in front of me is.

But if it's against him.

Chen Changan would not show any mercy to him.

"You want to kill me?"

The bald boy nodded.

"But with your strength, can you kill me?"

After all, just now, Chen Changan killed countless monks.

Then the Vajra Demon pestle fell into the hands of the bald child.

It seems that this bald child is still related to the simple monk who died before.

At this time.

The bald-headed child was holding a vajra demon pestle, and without any nonsense, he killed Chen Changan.

Although he has Buddhist and Taoist weapons.

Even in the hands of a bald child, it can fully display the power of this Buddhist and Taoist weapon.

But in the invincible realm, he wanted to kill Chen Changan.

Undoubtedly impossible.

Chen Changan wanted to obliterate this bald child.

Also in a moment.

Let the bald child have a warning sign in his heart and suddenly retreat.

Unleash endless Buddha light all over his body.

Looking at his face again, it was extremely pale, and his expression was extremely solemn.

As if instinctively aware of something dangerous!

"Who are you?"

The bald boy spoke in a low voice.

Just now, he had a feeling.

If he took half a step forward, he would attack Chen Changan.

He must die.

Still a dead type.

Although he couldn't believe the fact.

But just now, it was indeed such a feeling.

Chen Changan looked at the bald child lightly.

"I am the master of Feixian Mountain, but you, who are you?"

"Since you want to kill me, but looking at you like this, you are not ready to be killed."

Ling Baoer's face was not good-looking.

Staring coldly at the bald child, a terrifying sword intent was released from his body, and the chaotic sword energy surrounded his body.

"Chaos Sword Body!"

The bald child felt the chaotic sword energy on Ling Bao'er's body and was very surprised.

How could such a terrifying physique appear in the small lower realm?

The bald child's face was gloomy and uncertain.

Sudden.

The golden pestle in his hand swayed a Buddha light.

That light of Buddha did not enter the mind of the bald child.

A picture appeared in the bald child's mind.

This picture is exactly the picture of Chen Changan obliterating the immeasurable monk.

The bald boy's face was full of shock.

The Infinite Monk was originally a Dao Protector Immortal Venerable, especially after using the Vajra Demonic Pestle, he already had the strength of the Heavenly Immortal Secret Realm.

But it was so easily obliterated by the white-robed youth in front of him.

Too bad he wanted to kill him.

It seems to be whimsical and unpredictable.

very angry.

Why did the King Kong Fu Mochu only tell him what happened now.

Fortunately, I didn't rush up just now.

Otherwise, he will surely die.

After knowing the strength of Chen Changan.

This bald boy would never dare to touch Chen Changan again.

A smile appeared on his face full of Buddha patterns.

At the same time, put away the Vajra Demon pestle.

Putting his hands together, "Amitabha, fellow Daoist, what happened just now is just a misunderstanding."

suddenly change face.

Neither Chen Changan nor Ling Baoer thought of it.

"Is there a misunderstanding?" Chen Changan smiled lightly.

"You just wanted to kill me."

"Fellow Daoist, that was indeed a misunderstanding, but the poor monk was dazzled by resentment, and the poor monk is willing to make amends to fellow Taoist."

"Remorse?"

The bald boy nodded.

"That's right, the name of the poor monk has no name. He was the master of Xumi's fairyland 30,000 years ago. In this world, he was reincarnated with relics, but he was also stained with a trace of resentment in the relics."

"And that trace of resentment can be eliminated as long as the poor monk kills the fellow Daoist."

Hearing Wuming's words, Chen Changan was surprised.

The master of Xumi Xianyu.

So to say.

The nameless backing in front of him is not ordinary.

"That trace of resentment should be left by the owner of this relic." Chen Changan guessed.

At that time, although the Duobao Buddha voluntarily burned his body, he was completely intimidated by Chen Changan's [special effect full score]. Presumably, he was full of resentment towards Chen Changan.

Even after he died, he wanted to kill him.

This was something Chen Changan had never thought of.

Chen Changan looked nameless.

"So, you have nothing to do with that simple monk."

"nature."

Anonymous is very cowardly now.

Especially after knowing the formidable combat power of Chen Changan in front of him.

Especially appearing in this lower realm makes him completely incredible.

It stands to reason that the lower realms simply cannot withstand such terrifying combat power.

But he is indeed, staying in the lower realm.

It didn't even destroy the lower realm.

In the subtle mastery of power, it seems that he has reached a state of ecstasy.

Wuming knew that Chen Changan in front of him was very strong.

To deal with him for that small resentment is completely self-defeating.

Chen Changan chuckled.

Suddenly, terrifying pressure erupted from Chen Changan's body.

This coercion was suppressed on Wuming.

Wuming's face changed greatly in vain, and it was simply unbearable.

He groaned and vomited blood.