Chapter 22 (1/2)

”Is there such a pure five element aura? Is this a relic left by the Buddha?”

Yang Yu's face was extremely surprised. His body was almost swallowing the metal aura, and the six way samsara formula was running on its own.

”It can't be absorbed any more. Now is not the time to break through the fairyland.”

However, Yang Yu soon closed his own body, no longer devouring a trace of metal aura.

Because now, although his realm is already the peak of Mahayana period, he can break through the fairyland at any time.

However, there are still some gaps between them.

Yang Yu didn't want to step into the fairyland at this time, but he wanted to practice both body and method, and step into the fairyland together.

”However, the spirit of the five elements is so strong here. Maybe there is a treasure left by Buddhism. If you get something, you may be able to make up for the gap between the practice of gods and demons.”

With Yang Yu stepping into the golden palace, Yang Yu's eyes twinkle and look forward to it.

However, after stepping into it, Yang Yu did not see any treasures. The whole golden palace was extremely empty. There was nothing else except a large array engraved on the ground and a golden arhat standing on it.

”Only one golden arhat?”

Yang Yu immediately frowned, and once again scanned a circle of golden ancient hall. The eyes of the six gods were bright and wanted to find something.

”Where evil animal, dare to break into our Buddhist land!”

But just as Yang Yu stepped into the array engraved on the ground, a cold roar rang out.

”Well?”

Yang Yu frowned and looked at the source of the voice, his face slightly coagulated.

Because the statue of a golden arhat, which was still dead before, passed by at the moment. A golden arhat holding a magic subduing pestle appeared and was glaring at Yang Yu.

”Get out of here, or don't blame me!”

The golden arhat glared at him, and the Buddha's light was bright. He gave Yang Yu a angry drink.

”This is a relic of the immortal family. When did it become a Buddhist Center?”

Yang Yu frowned and looked at the golden arhat with some displeasure.

”This is a Buddhist important place. It's very important. You'd better leave!”

However, the golden arhat did not answer Yang Yu's questions at all. He squeezed the pestle tightly, as if he would kill Yang Yu at any time.

”As I said, this is a relic. Go to your mother's bloody Buddhist place. I will not leave!”

Yang Yu's eyes are cold. It seems that it's not so easy to explore the relics. It's impossible not to do without a hand.

”Evil animal, look for death!”

The golden arhat's face suddenly became cold. This time, he didn't say anything more. He flew out directly. The light of Buddha in his hand was flying to the sky. When he held it in his hand, he would smash Yang Yu's head.

”Well, in the early days of a fairyland, I didn't kill it!”

Yang Yu's eyes were cold, and in his hands, the halberd of heaven's way was condensed, and the brilliant brilliance swept out.

”Boom

Yang Yu's one halberd blows out, directly is bumps the hard, does not have the slightest to revolve the meaning.

”Dang!”

Suddenly, the golden pestle collided with Yang Yu's Tiandao halberd, and a terrible roar sounded. The shock made the void creak.

”Not a real golden arhat?”

Stepping back a few steps, Yang Yu eased the painful mouth of the tiger, and looked at the golden arhat in surprise.

This golden arhat is not as good as Yang Yu. At the moment, there are dense cracks on his arm, and there are wisps of dust floating from the cracks in his arm, Zhimin.

The golden arhat is not a real arhat, but it should be made by special means.

”Just a monk in Mahayana period who can break my golden body?”

The golden arhat raised his head and looked at Yang Yu in shock.