I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

Li Xiaobai has been doing his best to attract hatred and focus fire.

Especially using Liu Jinshui's name to stir up trouble, it's so fucking exciting.

"A mere junior, you have repeatedly provoked us, die!"

Several cultivators in the Tribulation Period joined forces, and powerful spiritual power fluctuations swept through the field, and waves of magic flames rolled in the field. This is Song Zhong's move.

The skills used by this righteous person are more terrifying than the magic way. Li Xiaobai casually summoned a wisp of hellfire. After a period of burning, the toughness of the hellfire has become much stronger, and it can already initially devour some small items.

The attack of this cultivator in the Tribulation Period contains extremely pure spiritual power fluctuations. If you can devour a little bit, the effect is better than feeding spiritual stones and magic weapons.

Feeling the powerful spiritual power fluctuations, Li Xiaobai laughed: "Old man, you can't do it. It's not your fault that you are not good, but it's wrong for you to come out and hang around."

"How dare you insult me, you little brat!"

"You deserve to die, old pervert. What righteous people, what famous sects, are just a bunch of people seeking fame!"

Su Mei'er said sternly.

"What nonsense, the evil woman of the demon sect deserves to be killed. You bewitched my Buddhist disciples first, and then killed my righteous people. Today, no matter what your background is, you must be brought to justice!"

Song Zhong's forehead veins popped up, and he felt a little embarrassed to be exposed in public.

"Amitabha, donor, you have fallen into illusion. The world is black and white in people's hearts, not in appearance. Although donor Mei'er was born in the demon sect, her heart is not bad and she has not done anything to harm the world. On the contrary, if you can put down your butcher knife as soon as possible, my Buddha is merciful and is still willing to save you."

Monk Liaowang said lightly.

"The demon monk has no Buddha in his heart and cannot represent Buddha. My Buddha is indeed merciful, but only to those who should be merciful. You have an affair with the demon sect demon girl and openly oppose the righteous people. Such behavior is enough to remove you from the Buddhist sect!"

The sound of Sanskrit sounded in the void, with a taste that could not be refused.

When the monks below heard this, they all felt that it should be so, as if the demon monk in front of them was indeed an unforgivable existence.

When this thought came out, the disciples did not feel anything wrong, but several masters in the Tribulation Period were shocked and broke out in cold sweats. They bit their tongues and tried to wake themselves up.

This is the magical power of Buddhism, the Sutra of Saving People, which can convert others to Buddhism with just one word.

Just now, they have come up with the idea of ​​agreeing with each other's point of view. If they continue to sink, they will eventually convert to Buddhism.

Those who can have this ability are definitely Buddhist monks in the Mahayana period.

"Ahem, yes, the demon monk has no Buddha in his heart. If he surrenders honestly, he may be treated leniently!"

Song Zhong coughed a few times and awakened the souls of thousands of disciples and monks, breaking them out of the state of being saved. They were terrified in their hearts. Buddhism could not sit still and was ready to take the lead. They were powerless in the face of Buddhist monks in the Mahayana period.

The boss of the Cangtian Sect is still on the way, and they can only pray that the boss can arrive earlier.

Everyone was shocked and broke into a cold sweat. They almost converted to Buddhism before they saw the figure. This Western Desert Buddhism is really unfathomable.

Monk Yuanjue's face lit up. The voice came from the direction of Wanfo Temple, which meant that the disciples who went to ask for help had seen the abbot. With the abbot's help, the demon woman and the demon monk would surely be captured.

"Buddha has no good or evil, only cause and effect. The abbot's words are deluded. If you impose your own thoughts on Buddha, it may be difficult to achieve the golden body."

Liaowang's eyes were covered with a layer of gold, and he looked in the direction of Wanfo Temple.

He could see that in the main hall of Wanfo Temple, there was an old monk standing, dressed in bright and gorgeous clothes, and his red cassock was inlaid with magic weapons and spiritual tools. At this moment, he was looking at him from a distance.

"Since when can even evil monks talk about Buddhism?"

"Evil men, after mastering a few Buddhist teachings, think they understand Buddha. This is a misfortune for Buddhism. Now they are talking nonsense about Buddha, which is even more contempt for Buddhism in Western Desert. Our Buddha is compassionate and naturally kind. Your evil and heretic remarks are just trying to disturb the Buddhist hearts of our Buddhist disciples!"

"I will take you down today to rectify the reputation of our Western Desert Wanfo Temple!"

In the void, a golden hand appeared and grabbed towards the direction of the forgotten. Wherever it passed, the surrounding monks melted like ice and snow. This was the powerful effect of the Buddhist teachings attached to it.

"Master, we are our own people!"

Many monks retreated with horror. This big hand was the magical power of a Mahayana monk. With their little practice, they would almost die if they were touched.

Monk Yuanjue was also shocked. He did not expect the abbot to be so chaotic. He led a group of Buddhist disciples to retreat quickly."Amitabha, Bodhi fruit under the Bodhi tree, now I know that I am me."

Liao Wang chanted a Buddhist name, and the golden light around him surged, as if he was going to hold on. Li Xiaobai's face was a little bad. This monk should not be so arrogant, right? .

"Hehe, funny fruit on the funny tree, you and me under the funny tree!"

Ji Wuqing didn't care about so much. At this moment, it was extremely excited. The feeling of being surrounded and killed by everyone was quite exciting.

It just liked the feeling of not being able to see it and not being able to kill it.

"Noisy!"

The ethereal voice in the void was mixed with a trace of anger, and the golden big hand pressed down, trying to suppress Liao Wang.

"Master, do you really have a way? Should we run away first?"

Looking at the big hand in the void, Li Xiaobai asked uncertainly.

"With this deity, there is no problem, bald man, kill it quickly!"

Ji Wuqing shouted.

"A thousand miles of smooth sailing!"

"Donor Li, let's avoid the sharp edge first, see you later, be careful."

Le Wang turned his head and said to Li Xiaobai, his figure became ethereal, and he disappeared with Su Meir in an instant, leaving Ji Wuqing with a confused face.

Li Xiaobai's face darkened. Sure enough, at critical moments, the people around him would always fail one after another. This bastard was not a little bit of a pit.

The golden hand in front of him was already within reach. Li Xiaobai turned his wrist and took out a golden talisman.

"Dacheng Jinshen Talisman!"

The golden light surged. This was a valuable item in the mall. A Dacheng Jinshen Talisman could resist the attack of a Mahayana cultivator, and it cost three thousand high-grade spirit stones.

The price was quite expensive, but for Li Xiaobai, who was now worth tens of millions, it was just a drizzle.

The golden giant hand slapped Li Xiaobai's body, and the Dao rhyme of the golden body talisman flowed, resisting the opponent's attack.

[Attribute points +20000...]

[Attribute points +22000...]

The golden palm dissipated, and the golden light protecting the body also shattered. Looking at the data on the system panel in front of him, Li Xiaobai was a little excited.

Damn, this Mahayana cultivator is so powerful. A casual palm can add tens of thousands of attribute points. He is not just a little bit strong.