Chapter 236 (1/2)

How ironic is the Buddha in the small Buddhist temple to sacrifice himself to become a devil?

However, what shocked these monks was xuanci's strength. At this time, xuanci's strength was quite different from that when facing Jiang Hao. They would not believe that xuanci would hide his strength in the arena.

Now, when xuanci's strength is far beyond the challenge arena, he either breaks through the bottleneck or gets some chance.

”Xuankong, you can see what you look like now. No one is not a ghost. You are despised and far away by all people.” Xuanci looks at Xuankong and says calmly.

”Buddha doesn't care!” Xuankong raised his head and looked at xuanci sarcastically.

Does he really care?

Of course not!

But, even if he cares, is it still useful?

There is no use at all. He has achieved the body of Shura. The Buddha power in his body has been gradually demonized, so he has no retreat.

As is often said in Buddhist scriptures, looking back is shore, but there is nothing else but the endless sea of suffering.

”Since you don't care, today I'll clean up the door for the temple and kill the devil!” Xuanciyi looked at Xuankong with righteous words and turned his Zen stick in his hand, and his whole body of Buddhism was rolling.

The monks around looked at xuanci's appearance, and a faint pressure came around, and he was surprised.

Although the pressure is very weak, but everyone clearly feel it.

Xuankong stood up with some difficulties, his face was rampant with a smile, there was no fear and panic in his eyes, even if he died, he would die heroic, let people remember him!

All the monks looked at Xuankong with doubts on their faces. They didn't understand why Xuankong would laugh. He was going to die, but he didn't have a trace of fear.

”Xuankong, why are you laughing?” Xuanci's face was cold, and a trace of indifference appeared in her eyes.

Xuankong disdained to cast a glance at xuanci, with a trace of cold in his eyes. Then he lifted the Zen stick in his hand and his whole body was full of momentum. Then he said in a slow voice, ”I want to see how you kill the devil!”

With that, the Zen stick in Xuankong's hand fell down and rolled down with the momentum of rolling.

When the monks around saw this scene, they were not surprised. They all knew the strength of Xuankong. In the northern suburbs, even some elder friars of jiedan were not Xuankong's opponents.

However, the next scene, but let all people are shocked speechless.