"Buddha, after this incident, the disciples will definitely plead guilty by chanting sutras for three days."

The sky net intertwined with guns and fire shrouded the old monk, and the Black God Mercenary Group no one used this specially cultivated formation, and I don't know how many difficult opponents they had killed.

Their Black God Mercenary Group can have today's fame because of their murderous methods.

Jack Rowe was also involved, he was slapped by the old monk, and his chest still hurts.

This qi must come out of the blood of the old monk.

As the deputy head of the Black God Mercenary Group, he relied on his own ferocity and strength to maintain his position.

If he was injured by an inconspicuous old monk in Huaxia, how should he gain a foothold in the mercenary organization.

Only by killing this old monk can he relieve the hatred in his heart, and at the same time save his reputation.

And Wu Xuan and that woman are very likely to be hiding in the temple.

When he solved the old monk, he burned the entire temple, but it was up to him to see if they died.

Jack Rowe made the gunfire network even more intense and turbulent, and the smoke of gunfire filled the air.

He even took out two hands and threw them to the old monk.

The old monk didn't care about this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his cheeks retained the indifferent smile, and his hands were folded in front of his chest.

At this moment, these pear blossoms rained bullets, as if he was in control alone.

The old monk seemed to be standing still, but he was actually on the battlefield.

With an imperceptible terrifying and magical step, it fell everywhere.

The bullets swept the ground into a thousand holes, but the old monk was unharmed.

"Boom."

The violent explosion of the grenade caused the mountain to roar, and the dust and smoke fell, but Jack Luo's pupils shrank.

Where they fought for half a day, there was no trace of the old monk at all.

"Amitabha."

Jack Rowe reacted quickly, pulling out his long knife and backhanding it to his back.

The muzzles of the five members of the Black God Mercenary Regiment instantly fell all over the old monk's body, and then the tongue of fire erupted suddenly.

The old monk's palms parted abruptly, like a fierce long stick, slashing at Jack Luo's wrist.

Jackroe's face changed in an instant, and he felt a tingling sensation coming from his wrist, and he lost control of his palm in a short period of time.

The old monk understated, and the other palm contained the Buddha's meaning, which was imprinted on the back of Jack Luo's hand.

Jack Rowe flew upside down in an instant, but the terrifying force did not cause him to suffer multiple injuries.

Wu Xuan was amazed in the dark, this old monk was definitely a high-ranking monk.

The palms of the ten hands are divided and combined, all of which contain the Buddha nature of the Great Dao, without any murderous aura, and full of goodness.

He knew that the old monk had a face and a back hand, otherwise Jack Luo and these people would be defeated in a breath alone, and they would have no power to fight back.

The old monk finished dealing with Jack Rowe and dodged the rain of bullets that came in the air.

Then he jumped out, and with the momentum of Buddhism, he divided into four figures, and attacked the five mercenary team members with his real body.

"Be careful." Jack Rowe shouted, but it was too late.

As soon as the five of them found the figure of the old monk's big Buddha, they realized that they couldn't move, and then the old monk's palms fell together.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore, why bother to ask for hardship?"

The old monk sighed, and the voice seemed to come from the Western Heaven of Bliss, which made people feel relieved.

It seems that people want to give up everything they are fighting for and go with the old monk.

The power of compassion in his palm landed on the guns of the five members of the Black God Mercenary Regiment, instantly disintegrating this lethal weapon.

The five members of the Black God Mercenary Group were a little stupid, and then showed a relieved smile.

They had more Buddha nature on their faces, discarded their guns, and gave up resistance.

Poseidon, the god of the sea, did not make a move on the side, he quietly observed.

finally found that the strength of this old monk was unfathomable, even more powerful than him.

Poseidon didn't dare to act rashly, he knew that Buddhists didn't like to kill, but if he really provoked the other party, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Jack Rowe roared in dismay, "Are you all fucking crazy?" ”

This voice was murderous, and the five of them came back to their senses in an instant, and they were full of murderous intentions.

The old monk sighed and said, "The killing is too heavy, the Buddha is unwilling to spare you, and the old monk can't be saved." ”

Jack Rowe roared, he didn't believe in this evil.

With a sharp knife in hand, he surrounded and killed the old monk with five people.

The sharp knife spat out Senmang, and he struck at the old monk's side waist.

In the moonlight, the sharp knife took on an eerie arc.

The five of them killed the old monk everywhere in his body, since he couldn't hurt him at all from a distance, what about the close combat.

The sharp knives of their Black God mercenary group are all specially crafted.

On the tip of the knife, there are small barbs like jagged, arranged in rows, and there is a hidden blood-drinking groove.

Once a person is stabbed with a sharp knife, he will bleed endlessly, and if he tries to pull the knife out, he will definitely bring out a large piece of flesh.

It was this kind of murderous weapon that made their Black God mercenary group famous and made it famous in the dark world of the West.

Wu Xuan also recognized this kind of sharp knife, which was not recognized by many people, a real killing weapon.

The old monk was still indifferent, he was like a big Buddha sitting like a bell, and he was killed by Jack Luo.

When the sharp knife was only the slightest distance away from him, the palm of the hand flexed out with lightning speed, and bounced down on the sharp knife.

Suddenly rose vigorously, Jack Luo's face changed drastically, and the sharp knife was uncontrollable, and was bounced out by the old monk and directly submerged into the trunk.

Wu Xuan hid in the shadows, already surprised: "Horror, it's really terrifying!" ”

At this moment, Jack Rowe sensed that danger was coming, and he was willing to retreat.

However, he still hesitated a step, but the old monk's palm quietly fell.

This time, there was no greater compassion, and Jack Rowe flew out in an instant.

He felt that his heart was surging and he couldn't muster his strength.

The deputy head of the Black God Mercenary Regiment, who dominated the overseas battlefield, was defeated like this.

Defeated at the hands of a monk!

This is extremely ridiculous!

Suddenly, all five members of the Black God Mercenary Group flew out upside down, and they were all defeated by the power of the old monk.

"Amitabha, good, good."

The old monk folded his hands and stood in front of the temple.

Under the moonlight, the whole body exudes a faint light of Buddha rhyme.

Jack Rowe looked at the invincible old monk in shock, and his heart was turbulent.

If it was said that he was too careless before, he was taken advantage of by the old monk to sneak attack, but now?

The old monk single-handedly defeated the elite of the Black God Mercenary Group.

Isn't this kind of strength too terrifying!

Jack Luo glanced at the old monk with jealousy, and his eyes revealed a look of madness.

Since he can't deal with the old monk, then burn this broken temple and see what tricks he has to go.

He immediately ordered his men to prepare for a fire attack!

Jack Luo said fiercely: "Old monk, we don't have the same knowledge as you, and hand over the people, otherwise I will burn down the temple and see what else you can do." ”

The flames of sin are burning in the hands of the Black God mercenary group, waiting for Jackroe's order to bathe the temple in flames and burn to ashes.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, the Buddha rhyme flowed, and he said calmly: "The person you want is here, and those who dare to step forward are ...... Waste! ”

(End of chapter)