Chapter 856: Repression (2/2)
”Well, you can be sure that the North Xuan Devil is also a war god, and the three people are suppressed here to show the public. I believe that the North Xuan Devil will not come, and the other people in the Temple of War will come to rescue.”
The three holy Buddhas consulted themselves, then they each nodded and turned and left.
”Hey! Big monk! It doesn't matter if I said it, what do you mean by this!”
Xiaoyue shouted with some anger.
”Don't be soaring. The Holy Buddha can see at a glance that what you said is true or false. Oh, I don't think that the North Xuan Devil is really a war god. You have been challenging this time to fight against my three holy places. ”
A saint of the Qingdi Holy Land sneered and looked at the eyes of the three people, full of killing.
Ningbeixuan first killed the horse **** cum, and the latter Temple of War was the first to challenge the sacred door of the Qingdi Holy Land. The new hatred and old hate add up. If it is not the three Buddhas of the Reclining Buddha, he is expected to shoot directly. Kill three people!
”Forget it, don't have to talk to him, let the three people stay here, we wait quietly.”
Someone faintly opened the way.
”Ok.”
”Just do it.”
A group of sons smiled and sullenly looked at the three months of Xiaoyue.
At the moment, the believers in the vicinity have some understanding. They have looked at the three with disgusted eyes. In their eyes, the North Xuan Devil is already the kind of evil-free existence.
”Stop the three little devils!”
I don't know which believer suddenly screamed. Then, countless stinky shoes, stones, incense sticks, and three people flew directly toward Xiaoyue, but they couldn't get them, and they were bounced off by the faint golden light outside the three.
But these believers still enjoy it, and there is a thrill of demon and demon in the heart.
”Moon sister!”
There was a hint of fear in the eyes of Zuo Linger.
”Don't be afraid, the young master will come to save us.”
Xiaoyue’s heart was extremely angry. At this moment, he still comforted the left Linger.
”Two sisters, it is useless for the brothers.”
Niu Da Zhuang is very embarrassed.
As time went by, more and more people heard the news and came to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, especially those who had been challenged by the Temple of War. The elders came with the disciples and came to the group. When they saw the little three children, they did not move. Under the golden light, the face showed a gloating effect, pointing to the three people.
”This is the disciple of the Temple of War?”
”There are no three arms and six arms.”
”Why are they being suppressed here?”
”I heard that it is related to the North Xuan Mozun.”
”Hey, whisper, I want to call Beixuan Devil. You forgot that this is the Temple of the Reclining Buddha? I heard it by the monk and carefully suppressed you.”
”Oh, this is, thank you, the brother, for reminding me.”
Time passed by, and someone was impatient: ”How come the war temple is still no one? The North Xuan Devil is afraid?”
”If you change it to me, you will definitely give up these three people. Isn't the Reclining Buddha Temple a self-investment?”
”That's better to kill them, so that you can do it!”
When this sentence came out, it suddenly caused a lot of response, especially those who flocked to the crowd. If they could kill a devil with their own hands, the Dharma in their hearts should be closer to the Buddha.
”Kill them!”
”Kill them!”
The scene seems to be somewhat uncontrollable, and countless moves directly bombarded the golden light.
At this time, several strong men broke into the air.
”Great self-defeating Buddha!”
”Dragon Buddha!”
”Wu Sheng Wang!”
”Ling Tian female!”
The big self-propelled Buddha smiled slightly, and with a wave of his hand, everyone was quiet.
The three holy Buddhas of the Temple of the Reclining Buddha did not know when, but also appeared in the middle of the air.
”The time has not yet arrived, you do not have to worry, give the Temple of War a month, if they do not hand over the North Xuan Devil, the three of me will wait for the suppression of the seven-level floating.”
The voice of the big self-propelled Buddha is so vast that it sounds like a bell, and it sounds directly in the ears of everyone.