Vol 3 Chapter 911: Saint (1/2)

When I heard the exclamation of Shengyuan, Ziyan was very surprised. Did the two sides know each other?

The black robe slipped from the top of the head, and the true meaning of the black robe appeared.

It is a bald monk.

The face of Zi Yan has changed and she is very surprised, because the leader of the Mozu is actually a bald monk.

Qingyi is also very surprised.

\”Shengde Shishu, how are you?\”

Shengyuan recognized the other party and said incredulously.

\”St. Yuan's younger brother, long time no see.\” The holy monk smiled, as if he saw an old friend.

\”Shi Shu, how could it be you?” For the scene, the source is difficult to accept.

One is called the uncle, the other is called the younger brother. It seems that there are problems in the generation, but the source of the source is not entangled in this matter.

Among the Buddhas, even the whole spiritual world is looked at. Because there are many forces and many generations, most of the generations are unified by the realm.

The same Holy Spirit is the same brother.

Shengyuan used to be called Wuyuan, and Shengde was his uncle. After he was promoted to the Holy Spirit, he became the sage of the Buddhas and his peers.

It’s just in his heart that he has always admired the legendary uncle and has never changed his name.

The uncle's reputation among the Buddhas is extremely high. Even if it has been degraded for many years, it has not been forgotten. At least it has not been forgotten by people on this battlefield.

Because of the first large-scale battle, it was because the nine-star Holy Spirit, who was sitting here in this place, died on the hill of worry-free.

At that time, Shi Shu was the first to discover the secret of Wushang Mountain and destroyed the plan of the invasion of the Mozu.

Shengyuan looked at the relics on the ground and looked at the uncle who sat on the plate. The heart was very complicated and I didn't know what to say.

Those relics are all Buddhist disciples.

He even blamed it and couldn’t say it.

The hero of that year turned into a fellow party of the Mozu, and constantly ruined his own door.

\”Monk, are these all you do?\”

At this moment, Zi Yan suddenly opened.

Saint De looked at Zi Yan, did not answer, \”The donor has recovered?\”

Zi Yan said: \”Not fully recovered, but if it is only for you, it should be enough.”

The holy monk's hands clasped together: ”The old man stayed here for too long. I don't know that there are such young heroes in the Holy Spirit world. I don't know how the small donors call them?”

Zi Yan said: \”San Lei, Zi Yan.”

Saint-German monk said: ”It seems to be a young hero, admiration, admire!”

Zi Yan looked at the holy monk and said: ”Can you explain, what is going on here?”

\”Does the donor want to hear?\”

The holy monk looked up and looked at the purple.

Zi Yan said: ”In fact, I don't really want to hear it, but I always feel that it is a pity to kill you. If you want to share your story with us, is there an audience?”