After all, in Buddhism, the robe represents status, and the general robe is yellow.

The robe with red is either the presiding officer of a temple or a high-ranking monk.

As soon as the little monk appeared, he even bowed slightly to the pink fox, and then reached out to grab it, and a nine-section Zen staff appeared in his hand.

He picked up his cane and rushed towards Yang Zheng.

The pink fox that condensed the little monk, its body fluctuated slightly, and it seemed a little illusory.

After all, she was just a heart incarnation, and in order to cut off Yang Zheng's secret hand, she also narrowed the connection between her and the ontology.

Therefore, it is normal for the strength to be somewhat limited.

Looking at the little monk who suddenly appeared, Yang Zheng took out the Sword of Victory, and his face was slightly solemn.

I don't know why, there seems to be an iron law in the heavens.

The big guy doesn't have to be bald, but the bald guy is definitely strong.

Yang often thinks about it, is it possible to become stronger when it is light?

Of course, just think about it, it's impossible to be light with a bald head or something.

The person in front of him is not only a bald head, but also a super branch of the Eastern pictographic civilization, a branch of Buddhism.

It must not be easy for such a little monk to be able to be brought out by that pink fox.

"Bell ......"

As soon as the sword and the Zen staff made a slight contact, there was a symphony of gold and iron, and Yang Zheng was directly knocked back more than ten meters away.

Looking at the delicate little monk, he didn't take half a step back, and he didn't even shake it.

Yang Zheng frowned slightly, it seems that the rumors are right, Buddhism, each of them is half a power side.

No matter what kind of talent they have, they pay great attention to the cultivation of the physical body, which is called the cultivation of the golden body.

You can't melee with the opponent!

Yang Zheng, who had an idea, directly threw the sword of victory into the air, and the golden silk thread that became brighter was directly wound around the hilt.

Yang Zheng wrapped the sword of victory like a flying sword, wrapped it with silk threads, and fought with the little monk.

In an instant, the gap in power was avoided.

At the same time, more silk threads emerged from Yang Zheng's body, like thin needles, trying to insert into the little monk's body.

The little monk danced with a Zen stick and was impenetrable, and Yang Zheng couldn't take advantage of it at all.

After a moment of fighting, the little monk tried to get close several times, but to no avail.

He groaned slightly, and the staff in his hand suddenly turned like a wind wheel.

The Zen staff spun and hung above the little monk's head, and an orange-yellow light shield protected the little monk inside.

Then, instead of paying attention to the situation outside the mask, he sat directly in the air with his legs crossed, and turned on the zazen meditation mode.

At the same time, he directly removed the rosary from his chest and threw it into the sky.

The rosary spread out in the sky above his head, and the twenty-four became forty-eight in an instant, and then they kept differentiating.

Eventually, behind him, it turned into a rosary in the sky.

"Amitabha!"

Immediately, the little monk put his palms in front of his chest and recited a Zen sentence.

A huge phantom of the Buddha Lord appeared behind him, and at the same time as the phantom appeared, the rosary beads in the sky turned into palms and hung behind the little monk.

"Donor, the poor monk has offended."

The little monk had no joy or sorrow, and first said a word to Yang Zheng, and then launched an attack.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty!"

The rosary turned into countless palms and flew towards Yang Zheng.

"Oh, come, who's afraid of whom!"

Countless golden silk threads emerged behind Yang Zheng, and the power of forging poured out, and at the top of the silk threads in the sky, golden long swords condensed.

"Legendary: Ten Thousand Swords Traction!"

Facing countless palms, countless golden long swords rushed straight forward.

The palms and long swords collided in the air, and the strange explosion did not explode at all, and they all dissipated.

In the struggle, many silk threads broke as the long sword disappeared, and after a slight swim, they disappeared into the void.

Yang Zheng's eyes flashed slightly, and his face turned a little pale.

The little monk was also uncomfortable, and the whole condensed figure already seemed a little illusory.

"Amitabha, the poor monk only knows today, if there is really someone outside the world.

At a young age, the donor has such a cultivation, and the poor monk is really ashamed.

However, another donor today has a request, and this one still needs to be decided.

The golden body of the law phase! ”

With that, his whole body exuded golden light, and his delicate figure began to swell.

Seeing it, he turned into a strong man about ten meters tall with horizontal flesh and muscles.

Vaguely, I can barely see the appearance of a little monk.

Oh, gigantic, add strength, want to drop ten will?

But you're not alone.

Yang Zheng withdrew the Sword of Victory, and Ye Mengade's talent activated, and his entire body began to swell up in an instant.

However, unlike the little monk's abstraction and giganticism, Yang Zheng's appearance did not seem to have changed at all.

It's just the original body shape, enlarged in the same proportion.

After Yang Zheng became bigger, he was a head taller than the little monk.

Immediately, a pair of white wings emerged from behind Yang Zheng.

The huge figure, the white wings, and the shocking image made the soldiers below lose their hearts and watch all this in a daze.

After the enormous, the two figures fought hand-to-hand again.

Yang Zheng's shortcomings in terms of strength seem to have also been improved because of the huge bonus.

Two figures, fighting back and forth.

After a long battle, there was still no sign of victory or defeat.

After a collision between the two, the two of them pulled away slightly, and they both gasped a little.

At this time, Yang Zheng, who was panting, lowered his head slightly, and the golden glimmer in his eyes flashed again.

Is that okay?

The first time he used the power of true domination of fate, Yang Zheng was a little unfamiliar.

Therefore, it has been prepared for a long time.

In the void, those broken golden silk threads, under Yang Zheng's overcontrol, were slightly entangled into a complete silk thread.

At this time, the silk thread did not know when, and one end was already wrapped around the little monk's prayer beads.

With Yang Zheng's force, the silk thread shook slightly.

The power in the dark was activated, and the little monk did not notice it at all.

He gasped and said, "It seems that if you don't spend some money, you can't get the donor." ”

With that, his body shrank rapidly, turning into a delicate appearance.

Looking up at the sky, with a compassionate expression, he said: "Today, I make a wish here, I wish ......"

Behind him, the face of the pink fox who had been fighting changed dramatically, and he said, "Little bald head, don't make a big wish!" ”

Because her voice was too eager, her crisp and sweet voice seemed a little eager.

This little monk was created by her ability.

At that time, in order to be stronger, she didn't just create a capable body.

While creating the body, she also threw the heart of the little monk she peeked into.

In other words, she installed a false heart on the illusory body.

Therefore, this little monk is so real, because, strictly speaking, this little monk can be regarded as an existence like an incarnation outside the body of the real body.