Chapter 705 (1/2)
”That young lady...”
”It's providence. No one can change it. Everything is predestined to be good.”
Blue sky says, the corner of the mouth peeped out a tiny but imperceptible sneer.
After Xiao Yifeng got the heart of the angel, he opened it and saw that the holy and powerful breath was diffused. It seemed that this thing was really a divine thing, which was elusive, and it was difficult for Xiao Yifeng's perspective eye to see it.
After reading it, Xiao Yifeng no longer studies it and is ready to go back first.
It's just that Xiao Yifeng didn't walk long, his eyes just flashed, turned around and rushed to a certain place.
A fierce battle is also going on in an open place in the east harbor.
The three monks of Lingyin Temple are being besieged by dozens of people, all of whom are wearing long robes, veils and special costumes.
”The man of the day!”
When Xiao Yifeng heard the news and came here, he looked at the group of people's dress, and his eyes flashed a different color. The other party was wearing the same clothes as the group of members of Indian tianrijiao who had participated in the elite competition in Japan.
Bang!
The old monk in the red cassock and an old man with gray hair, gloomy face and solemn look retreated. A fierce momentum rippled and the void air was lost.
”Lingyin Temple and your TIANRI sect have no grudge. What do you want to do?”
The old monk looked at each other and said.
”We only want Sari!”
Said the old man in a deep voice.
”This is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. How can I give it to you foreigners?”
The old monk cheered coldly, with a firm look in his eyes.
”My TIANRI religion is also the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism. Why can't I get this relic?”
That day, the old man of Japanese religion hummed coldly.
”Anyway, I can't give it to you Gentiles!”
The old monk said with a strong face.
”Then don't blame us for being rude!”
The old man said, pinching the seal with both hands, and his strength burst out completely. In a flash, he rushed out very flexibly, and clapped his hand at the old monk.
”Vajra palm!”
The old monk cheered in a deep voice, and a golden light of Buddha filled his body, and a strong power of Buddhism and Taoism was released, and a fierce blow of his palm, and a powerful and powerful blow of his hand.
The two palms collided, and both of them were retreating. At this time, the two middle-aged monks in Lingyin Temple had been besieged and killed by the former.
Then these people's eyes were fixed on the old monk, and the terrible smell was diffused.
”Twist flower print!”
The old man twists his hands, condenses a mysterious mark, and blows out with a terrible breath.
The rest of the tianrijiao masters all took the hand, and a powerful attack broke out.
”Golden bell jar!”
The old monk cheered solemnly, with a golden light surging on his body, forming a hood.
Boom boom!
A wave of terrorist attacks, the whole tribe in the old monk outside that layer of cover, spread out bursts of roaring sound.
The dazzling light exploded, and the energy surged like a tide.
Poof!