"What, now I'm holding up the air!"

When the old monk heard this, he bowed his head and bowed and said, "It seems that the donor is quite proficient in Buddhist principles. It is better to take refuge in my Buddha and attain an infinite level of fruit."

Xiao Chen heard the old monk's words and cursed in his heart: "It's so damn, I don't leave my old skills. I actually want to bewitch me."

But he was calm on his face. When he turned his hand, a white bone demon bead shone brightly in his hand.

When the old hater saw this, his face changed and he felt very hatred: "The hateful thief actually used the relics of our Buddhist son to refine such evil evil things like this!"

Xiao Chen looked at the old monk with his eyes faintly, exhale gently at the corner of his mouth, and wiped his fingers constantly, as if he wanted to wipe away the invisible dust.

"You just asked me whom I surrendered to. Now I tell you that I am the one who surrenders!"

When he said this, Xiao Chen's eyes suddenly became cold, and he looked at Lao Zhe with disdain and pointed his chest.

When millions of Buddhist sons in Luojia Mountain heard this, their bodies were shaking, and then they bowed their heads and chanted: "Amitabha!"

The old monk also shook his body, then turned to calm down, and said calmly: "Donor! You are lying!"

"Enough, bald donkey! I don't have time to talk to you. If I surrender, I will let me plant the robbery fire obediently. If I don't surrender, I will all die!"

Xiao Chen held the White Bone Demon Pearl and his whole body was filled with murderous aura of nine heavens and ten earths.
Chapter completed!