The monks present all held their breath and looked towards the golden gate.

The dozen or so monks who had just touched the gate were unscathed and unharmed, and it seemed that there really had been no killing.

And at this moment, a Terran monk came out, wanting to try to see if it was really safe.

So, at this time, the eyes of the monks were again focused on him, to see how he acted.

I saw that the monk was hunting in his coat, moving with the wind, holding a silver halberd, which was imprinted with dense golden veins, flowing with golden rays, like countless golden dragons......

Chapter 117 The statue of the Buddha of the Southern Heaven is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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