Im invincible in the 70 years of Xianmen sweeping the floor

Chapter 839 A dozen quasi-emperors?
"It seems that I still have no affinity with Buddha. When I return, it should be the best time for me to take refuge in my Buddha."

"I still have some unfinished business. There are more than a dozen quasi-emperors who want to kill me. I swear by the great truth that what I said is not half false."

"When I finish dealing with these things, I will come back and take refuge in my Buddha. I hope that the presiding officer will make everything perfect."

The red-clothed monk's expression suddenly changed.

Because he could feel that everything Qin Chen said was true.

How is this possible? Could it be that Qin Chen was not affected by his soul attack?

But his current attitude has changed a lot from before, and that kind of sincerity really can no longer be true.

"This..." The monk in red just started to speak, but was rudely interrupted by Qin Chen.

"Is it possible that the abbot is willing to take action on your behalf and destroy those dozen quasi-emperors?"

"In that case, I would like to thank you for hosting it in advance. I believe that the Buddha will definitely feel what a devout pilgrim you are."

Suddenly everyone couldn't help laughing, but they didn't show it at all. It seemed that the Elder King was not bewitched, but took the opportunity to leave this ghost place.

More than a dozen quasi-emperors, even if the entire demon temple pays for it, it may not be enough. The monk in red waved his hand impatiently.

"Well... let's talk about this later. First, please give me all the things you have that are destined to my Buddha, and I will keep them for you."

"As long as the abbot is willing to help me kill those dozen quasi-emperors who don't know whether to live or die. I will devote my whole life to the Buddha."

The monk in red bared his teeth and grinned. He could never imagine how Qin Chen, a monk who was only at the level of a god, managed to provoke more than a dozen quasi-emperors without dying.

Even a strong person at the quasi-emperor level may not have the courage to provoke a dozen beings of the same realm, and he will soon be besieged by them and fall.

But the guy in front of me actually did it.

"Stop playing tricks on me!" the host in red said aggressively. "I want you to hand over everything you have on you!" His voice was like a big bell, and there was no way to tell that he was the abbot of a temple.

"Haha! I have a hunch that the six roots are pure, and I hope the abbot will help me kill those dozen quasi-emperors."

"It seems that you don't plan to hand it over."

The monk in red kept squeezing the Buddha string in his hand, and the cassock on his body turned bright red, making people feel that the temperature around him had dropped a lot.

"I never said I wouldn't surrender. The premise is that you must help me get rid of those dozen quasi-emperors first."

"I see you are just playing tricks on me!" The monk in red was furious.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Chen's mouth.

He did not believe that this old bald donkey was willing to help him destroy those enemies. There were countless strong men in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths who were looking forward to the stars and the moon, waiting for him to go back and kill them.

Now that he has stopped pretending, and everyone is now at odds with each other, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Come here! Give me a hand. Catch all these heretics."

"There is no Buddha in their hearts. It is just dust in the place where the Buddha's light shines. It needs to be wiped away!"

Countless figures of monks outside the lobby suddenly appeared, as if they had been hiding outside all morning. In the darkness, when the red-clothed monk gave the order, they would rush out and kill them all.

This also confirms that these guys are not good people.

At least they have nothing to do with Buddhism and Taoism.

It doesn't even have anything to do with root hair.

(End of this chapter)