Chapter 1819 A Strong Battle

Bang!

There was another earth-shattering bang, and the light was brilliant.

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

The light of the Buddha statue not only weakened by several points,

but even his arm was broken and slowly disappeared.

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

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

It turned out that Ye Wudao woke up.

The old monk swallowed his saliva wildly: "What on earth is this dragon? How can it be so powerful!"

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

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

"National destiny turns into a dragon, national destiny turns into a dragon..." The old monk muttered to himself: "This is actually true!"

"You are worthy of being the son of heaven. You can actually receive the dragon of national destiny. I am ashamed of myself!"

Ye Wudao: "Now I give you a chance. Tell me, you stole it. What is the use of my shadow? What is my master doing in Kunlun Mountain? 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 Destiny rushed forward bravely.

However, he did not confront the Buddha statue head-on, but after the two sides approached, he suddenly changed direction and smashed it with a move of dragon tail swing.

The tail of the Dragon of National Destiny easily shattered the Buddha statue, which collapsed and disappeared into thin air.

The Dragon of National Destiny was not damaged at all.

The Buddha statue dissipated, and the old monk was also attacked. ŴŴŴ.WenXueMi.Cc

Of course, he bled from all seven orifices and fell to the ground.

Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it's time for you to be judged."

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

"My life is determined by me, even if I die, I will end it myself!"

He exerted force on his body, and his tendons and veins were broken on the spot and he died.

What a pity!

Ye Wudao shook his head, expressing regret. The truth was so close, but he could not ask it out.

If a strong man like the old monk doesn't want to open his mouth, even if the gods descend to the earth, they can't force him to tell them anything.

Their will is too strong.

Although they are dead, their bodies are unforgivable.

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

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

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

but found that he was already surrounded by hundreds of people outside.

These hundreds of people were all monks, holding Shaolin sticks, staring at them, and looking majestic.

Ye Wudao sneered: "Just you, you still want to stop me, wishful thinking!"

"It's just right, today we will cut the grass and root out, and eradicate you evil monks."

Amitabha.

A Buddhist chant came from behind the crowd.

The monks hurriedly made way, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, clasped his hands together, walked out slowly.

"Master Shen, how are you?"

Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance.

It was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Shi Ran.

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