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Bang!

There was another earth-shaking loud noise, and the light was bright.

When he opened his eyes again, the old monk squatted on the ground.

Not only did the light of the Buddha Light Buddha statue weaken by a few points,

Even his arm was broken off by the impact and slowly disappeared.

"Impossible, impossible!" How could the old monk accept this scene: "I have the power of fifty years of faith from tens of thousands of monks..."

"The power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years, is that awesome?" Ye Wudao's voice boomed.

It turns out that Ye Wudao woke up.

The old monk gulped and vomited: "What the hell is this dragon? How can it be so strong!"

Ye Wudao: "This is the divine dragon of national destiny, which is transformed by the faith of our billions of people in Daxia."

"How can the power of faith of your tens of thousands of monks compare to the power of faith of my billions of people in Daxia!"

"The national destiny transforms into a dragon, the national destiny transforms into a dragon..." the old monk murmured to himself: "This is actually true!"

"You are worthy of being the chosen one. You are able to take over the Divine Dragon of National Fortune. I am ashamed of myself!"

Ye Wudao: "Now I give you a chance to tell me, what is the use of stealing my shadow, what is my master doing in Kunlun Mountain, and why is his life in danger!"

The old monk smiled tragically: "So what if you merge with the Dragon of National Fortune!"

"When the Yinsi people bring your shadow to Kunlun Mountain, this Great Xia will also change hands."

"You and your family will not escape death!"

"I want my old man to bow his head to you, it's just a wishful thinking."

Although the old monk did not answer himself,

However, Ye Wudao could hear that the Yin Si Tian Demon King seemed to be heading to Kunlun Mountain with a shadow of his own, Ye Wandao.

When they arrived at the Kunlun Mountains, why did Daxia change hands?

Ye Wudao is unknown.

At this moment, Ye Wudao has made up his mind to go to Kunlun Mountain in person to find out the truth.

He said coldly: "If you don't want it if I give you a chance, then I will have no choice but to eradicate it."

Ha ha!

The old monk laughed wildly: "Even if I die, I will hit you hard!"

"Come on, let's fight again!"

The old monk drove the Buddha's Light Buddha statue crazily into the national destiny dragon.

The dragon of national luck rushed forward bravely.

However, he did not engage in a head-on confrontation with the Foguang Buddha Statue. Instead, after the two sides got closer, it suddenly changed its direction and struck out with a dragon swinging its tail.

The tail of the national destiny dragon easily scattered the Buddha's light, collapsed and disappeared into nothingness.

But the national destiny dragon was not damaged at all.

The Buddha's light disappeared, and the old monk also suffered backlash, ŴŴŴ.WenXueMi.Cc

Of course he was bleeding from all his orifices and fell to the ground.

Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it is time for you to accept trial."

The old monk smiled sadly: "You are not qualified to judge me."

"I have no control over my destiny. Even if I die, I will kill myself!"

When he exerted force on his body, his muscles and veins were severed and he died on the spot.

What a pity!

Ye Wudao shook his head, expressing regret that the truth was so close but he couldn't find out.

For a strong man like the old monk, if he doesn't want to open his mouth, even if the gods come down to earth, they won't be able to get anything out of him.

Their will is too strong.

Even if they die, their bodies cannot be spared.

Ye Wudao held the old monk in one hand and Li Si in the other, preparing to go back and destroy it.

If their bodies fall into the hands of the Yinsi people, it will be troublesome for the Yinsi people to resurrect them.

As a result, Ye Wudao just walked out of the door,

But they found that they were already surrounded by hundreds of people outside.

These hundreds of people are all monks, holding Shaolin sticks and looking at them with great majesty.

Ye Wudao sneered: "You still want to stop me, what a wishful thinking!"

"It's just right. Today we will cut the grass and root out the evil monks like you."

Amitabha.

A Buddhist chant came from behind the crowd.

The monks quickly moved out of the way, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked out slowly with his hands clasped together.

"Commander God, you're fine."

Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance.

It was Shaolin presiding over it, Master Shi Ran.