Chapter 153： : Discussing with the saints, the saints’ panic (1/2)
In the palace of the saints, Chu Kuang said amazing words!
He actually came to talk to the saint!
Facing the Madman Chu's request for commenting on the Tao, the eyes of Saint White-browed showed a hint of surprise, and then he pondered for a while.
”Little friend, are you sure you want to do this?”
”The younger generation's Taoism has reached a bottleneck, and I hope to discuss the Tao with the saint, seek a breakthrough, and hope that the saint can complete it.” Chu Kuang said.
”In that case, you can.”
The white-browed saint nodded slightly and agreed to Chu Madman's request.
The madman of Chu smiled faintly, got up and passed the crowd, came to the saint, embraced Kunwu, and sat on the ground.
Everyone looked at them intently.
A war king wants to talk to a saint? !
For them, the scene before them is really incredible, and everyone doesn't want to miss this kind of thing.
”The little friend is surrounded by the power of merit, which is rare.” The white-browed saint glanced at Chu Kuangren, and then smiled faintly.
”Oh, what can be compared to the preaching of a saint, Fuze common people.”
He has the power of merit, the madman of Chu knows it, after all, it’s strange that he didn’t have any merit to save Beiling Dao State back then.
But this point of merit is insignificant when compared with the white-browed saint. After all, the merits that people have accumulated for so long are not comparable to him, but he did not take it seriously.
”Sage, please,” Chu Madman said lightly, and then the Taoist rhyme filled his body, and the sword of heaven on his head began to discuss the Tao.
The white-browed saint is also unambiguous, and the realm of Taoism is displayed.
momentarily.
The madman of Chu felt a sea of Taoist rhyme rushing towards him, making him feel unprecedented pressure.
This is the rhyme of sainthood? !
If he hadn't comprehended the Emperor Changsheng for three years, I am afraid that the sword of heaven would instantly collapse under this terrifying rhyme of saint humanity.
”The level of Dao Fa of the little friend is amazing, and there are few people under the saint who can compare with you.”
Seeing Madman Chu resisted his Dao Yun, the eyes of Saint Baimei couldn't help showing a touch of surprise.
And the saint's words, other people have also heard them, they are all stunned secretly, no wonder Chu Madman wants to talk to the saint.
It turns out that his realm of Taoism has reached this level!
Aocang, Yuan Hong and others looked at each other, and they felt an extremely strong sense of frustration in their hearts.
are both Tianjiao, they are still young emperors, but Madman Chu has already left them far behind.
”Sage, please take my sword!” At this moment, Madman Chu suddenly gave a soft drink, and the sword of heaven trembled, and a sword light burst out.
The horrible sword light contained the ultimate sword rhyme, even if the white-browed saint saw him, his eyes became slightly solemn.
”Good Kendo!”
exclaimed, Bai Mei moved his heart, and behind him appeared an indomitable giant phantom, slamming towards Jianguang.
The two Taoist rhymes intertwined and collided in the void, and the brilliant brilliance flowed, making every monk present be confused.
This kind of Taoist rhyme is too mysterious.
”Little friend, you have to pick me up, too.” The white-browed saint's Taoist rhyme circulated, and the giant phantom pointed a finger at Madman Chu.
The majestic Taoist rhyme rushes like a mountain whistling a tsunami, even the supreme Taoism will be instantly defeated in front of this finger.
Chu madman's heart moved, and white lotuses suddenly appeared in the void, disintegrating the rhyme of this finger.
Holy King Method, White Lotus Purifying the World!
”Oh, a wonderful way.” The white-browed saint was slightly surprised.