Chapter 839 (1/2)

The hope in his heart was overwhelming. The means Yan Zhaoge imposed on the young monk made him feel extremely strong.

Yan Zhaoge's means can fully keep the senses of the other party clear and the mind calm, so as to facilitate his questioning.

Of course, the pain of punishment is more obvious.

The young monk clenched his teeth, insisted, and at the same time, he used his remaining sense and calmness to think quickly.

”The immortal sword inherited by Shangqing Dynasty Unlike. ”

”My Buddhist martial arts It's not like that. ”

”Those who believe in evil spirits Unlike. ”

”Yuqing is the first of the ten volumes of the original Tianshu, Wuji Tianshu It's too long to be sure. ”

”The innate divinity of Hetu Luoshu inheritance? Is Taiqing the first of five tais and the fist of Taiyi? In the nine seclusions, the Wuxiang magic Scripture? ”

In a moment, the young monk flashed in his mind several possibilities he knew: ”the inheritance of these three martial arts has not heard the news for a long time, which one is born again?”

But no matter which one, it can't change a fact.

If it is not for the top figures of their own Buddhism who have special considerations and deliberately don't do it, it is Yan Zhaoge's ability to block the transmission of Buddha light!

Our party was killed here. We can't know that we have become more powerful people of Buddhism and Taoism.

It's possible that he didn't know the location, or the hand of Yan Zhaoge.

My party died in vain. This young man is still at large!

At this moment, Rao is a young monk who has always been firm in heart and tenacious in will. He can't help but feel despair: ”I couldn't see the trace of those lost and unique skills when I saw him before!”

Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly: ”big monk, it seems that Yan didn't do anything wrong and didn't have any karma to repay me.”

”At least, the retribution can't wait for a moment.”

”I have plenty of time to talk with you. Let's see how long you can bear it.”

The young monk snorted, his eyes full of despair.

”Almsgiver, you can't get anything from the poor monk!” he said

As he spoke, the blue and glass Buddha light suddenly lit up in his body.

Beiming's intention was to suppress, but he found that the Buddha's light was not a means of resisting himself, but a means of acting on the young monk's own body.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes flashed, and immediately put his hand on the monk's chest. His palm was full of chaos. He operated the limitless heavenly script method to dissolve the Buddha's light.

But the Buddha's light does not go out, but becomes dim in the monk's body.

There is a sense of purity, silence.

”My Buddha is merciful,” the young monk called out

From then on, there was no sound, eyes closed slightly, light went out, eyes were like clay puppet wood carvings.

A layer of light gold floats on his skin, making the whole person look like a gilded Buddha.

There's no breath on me. It's a direct silence.

Yan Zhaoge looks at the young monk in front of her by accident, watching her body gradually collapse and become a light gold sacrificial son, which is quietly kept in the palm of Beiming.

”Well, it's a perfect self destruction. Can't we say that these big monks can't get confessions?”