Chapter 235: Tibet

Thousands of palms glowed with golden light, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to Heling's eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

His eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the palms of the void that were overwhelming.

Constantly taking the shots, each palm brought a heavy recoil, making Hering cry bitterly, and there was a thick smell of blood in his chest.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, Herring hurriedly rolled away.

The monk was sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, not paying any attention to the chaotic battle scene in front of him.

"With such a large number of palms, you can't block it at all, and even if you can block it, you will be consumed sooner or later!"

He Ling was shocked and surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that the other party's simple palm would force him into a desperate situation!

Formidable opponents.

The golden palm roared in the sky, dazzling Heling, he stared at the monk silently, and then he was stunned in his heart, as if he had thought of something, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Regardless of those golden palm attacks, hundreds of injuries directly hit Heling's body, leaving thousands of blood-red handprints!

"Look for death!"

With a roar, He Ling stepped out and rushed towards the monk fiercely, originally he thought that the other party was a kind existence, but now he forced himself to death, even if he couldn't fight, he couldn't die aggrieved.

The net is broken!

"Smack!"

A crisp sound sounded suddenly, and Heling's arm covered with golden scales slammed into the monk with great speed, and the other side did not change color, and the silent palm suddenly appeared, and it was taken hard.

The monk slowly opened his eyes, a flash of surprise, and after thinking for a while, he slowly lowered the tender palm that clenched Heling's fist.

"Yes, with the power in your body to hit such a shocking injury, the host really didn't choose the wrong person." The monk said to himself, nodding slowly, and then the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by calmness and peace.

He Ling was already sweating profusely, and there seemed to be a turbulent wave churning in his heart, the punch just now, but he concentrated all the gamma energy to hit, even if it was the previous ironclad barbarian king, he was sure to blast through the other party's flesh and bones.

But it was easily taken over by the monks!

Fifty-two levels of life, this is in a high-end position in the world, but there are people outside the world, but I didn't expect the strength of the walker monk in front of me to be so amazing, but it was not shocking.

He Ling glared angrily, but thinking of the other party's strength, he sighed, hey, this is the end of no combat skills.

"Don't worry, the little monk has no malicious intentions, he just wants to test the strength of the donor, and sure enough, the donor's personality is different from ordinary people." The monk slowly stood up and bowed again.

"And then, what do you want?" Herring said angrily.

"Will the benefactor go with me to Tibet? The abbot asked me to pick you up, and whether you go or not depends on the wishes of the donor. ā€

"Why are you going to Tibet? What kind of abbot does he know me? He Ling was puzzled, and the lotus on the side was full of surprise.

"Everything in the world is sentient beings, and the donor's parents and the abbot have a fate, and finding you is also the abbot's wish for many years." The monk said slowly.

"My parents?" Herring was stunned for a moment, and asked with a surprised face.

"Yes, your parents." The monk nodded in response.

He Ling and Lian looked at each other and began to ponder, he didn't expect that his parents had had an experience with an old monk in Tibet, and he was also very curious about his parents' past.

"The abbot is about to pass away, and he wants to pass on everything he has learned all his life to you." The monk added.

"Teach it to me, just because of my parents?" Hering began to doubt the authenticity of this sentence, in case the other party's backstage was an unspeakable evil organization, and turning into a monk was also to hide people's eyes, then it would be a big trouble.

As if understanding what He Ling was thinking, the monk smiled and said, "The little monk's mana donor already knows, but in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, it is only an existence at the end. ā€

He Ling was shocked, he didn't expect that the monk who could easily defeat him was only at the end of the organization behind him.

"We have no ill will towards the donor, in the end of the Dharma period, all sentient beings are suffering, and the little monk only wants to save sentient beings. If the benefactor is suspicious of the monk and the abbot, the monk swears to the Buddha that if there is a trace of malice, he will fall into hell and will not be reborn forever. ā€

Suddenly, the monk raised his head directly, saluted to the heavens, and recited an inexplicable Sanskrit passage.

"I can go."

Seeing the monk's reaction, Heling directly agreed, if he guessed correctly, the other party is a Buddhist monk, in the era of the Great Catastrophe, Buddhism suddenly produced countless powerful heroes, and stood tall, spreading all over the world, presumably will not deceive himself.

What made Hering decide to go was what the abbot said, if he learned the abbot's life, his strength would definitely leap again, and he was excited when he thought of the various combat skills of Buddhism.

"But it's going to take me a while, not now." Hering said abruptly.

"Okay, the little monk is willing to purify sentient beings again and wait for the donor." The monk said slowly, with kind eyebrows.

"The other corpses, and the energy contained in these beasts......" Hering slowed his long voice, motioning for the monk to separate all the energy.

Passively separating gamma energy was a rather arduous process, so Hering simply gave up doing it himself and asked the monks to help.

The monk understood and smiled slightly: "Donor, wait a minute." ā€

While the monk was busy, Lian stood beside Hering and said, "I'll go too." ā€

"Of course. It's so far away, I'm not at ease if you stay here by yourself. ā€

"That's good," Lian smiled warmly, paused, and asked, "What about the others?" ā€

"Just let them stay here, the construction of the holy city is a big task, and it is a long process to recuperate, and we can't do without them." Herring didn't plan to take them there, because there was no need to go, after all, he was the one the abbot wanted to teach.

When others went, they could only see the scenery, and they heard rumors that the Tibetan giant beasts were numerous and extremely dangerous, and they were really not suitable for adventure.

Moreover, the resource problem has not been docked with the headquarters, and they need to complete it.

After a while, there was a muffled snort from the monk, and He Ling turned his head to look, only to see him with his hands raised in the air, and the wind was blowing inexplicably around him, making his messy and shabby clothes even more unbearable.

Countless balls of light broke away from the corpses of the alien beasts, the most dazzling of which was the light balls of the Iron Barbarian King, all of which gathered in the air and then condensed, and the bright light almost obscured the brilliance of the sun.

Hering and Elena were both stunned, and the ball of light rushed towards them quickly, and in the next moment, everything fell silent.

Everything was peaceful, and this time it didn't bring vertigo, and there was no feeling of fullness, which made Herring a little puzzled.

"The donor has just greatly increased the rank, and the body is in a state of deficit, so all this energy is absorbed by your body, which is used to stabilize the ability, and will not increase the level again, it is not a wise choice to promote the seedlings."

The monk's voice came quietly.

"......I see," Heling muttered, he knew these truths very well, so he was very satisfied with this absorption, so that he could save the time of stabilization, and it also meant that his ability was already at the peak of the fifty-second level.

"But ......"

Hering looked bitter and stopped, "But what should I do with so many dirty things?" ā€

I saw Heling and Lian, a large amount of dark matter was laid on their bodies, black and sticky, and extremely disgusting.

Looking at the dirty two black men, the monk couldn't help but laugh at this time.