"You people of Buddhism, you are really the first to talk about cannons, the dead can be said to be alive, the black can be said to be white, and the wrong can be said to be right, tsk, confusing right and wrong, reversing black and white, amazing!"

Zhao Han gave a thumbs up, but his mouth was mercilessly sarcastic.

"It seems that the donor has too much misunderstanding of our Buddhists. The monk pronounced the Buddha's name, and the sorrow on his face was even worse, and he said bitterly, "However, in the future, I believe that the benefactor will be able to truly understand the true meaning of my Buddhist family's compassion, clarify misunderstandings, and have an epiphany." ”

Zhao Han raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of amusement: "It seems that you, a thief, still haven't given up trying to plot against me, are you planning to find a place on me in the future?"

"Amitabha. ”

Seeing that the other party looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, Zhao Han sneered in his heart, waved his hand, and narrowed his eyes into a thin slit: "Enough, monk, let me ask you again at the end, can you quit Concubine Taixiang's dream world?"

When the monk saw Zhao Han's expression, his heart was shocked for no reason, but the matter had come to this point, and there was no room for maneuver, not to mention, with the help of the secret method of Buddhism, he had already taken root in this evil land, and it could even be said that it was almost integrated, even if he was not defeated by Zhao Han, it was impossible to be expelled from it.

Ten thousand steps back, even if he is forcibly expelled, he can return with some kind of connection to this bad place, drive it away, kill it endlessly, and as long as there is a chance, he can return, this is his advantage.

Therefore, even if there was still a shadow of the previous in his heart, he knew that he was invincible to Zhao Han, but he gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Interesting, it seems that you, a thief, are not willing to give up on the Yellow River, and think I can't do anything about you, right?" Zhao Han's eyes flashed with a touch of murder, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he smiled, "I have to say that your Buddhist magic power is indeed powerful, it is me, and there is no good way for a while." ”

"However, your Buddhism has been laid out for so long, especially in recent years, even if it is done secretly, it will inevitably leave traces. ”

"For example, the Wheel Sect, the so-called 'Lord of Zhongxing' is a chess piece that you have spent a lot of resources, right?"

The monk's expression remained unchanged, and he pronounced the Buddha's horn and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't know what the donor is talking about. ”

"No, no, no, what am I talking about, of course you know, and you empathize, you have a very deep personal experience, are you right, Wheel Sect Master?" Zhao Han laughed, his words were sharp, and he directly lifted the other party's old bottom.

"Amitabha, what is the donor talking about?"

"It seems that you won't admit it, but it doesn't matter, if you don't admit it, then I'll beat you to admit it. ”

Zhao Han didn't care, his eyebrows raised, his right hand was held like a hammer, and he was smashed down with a hammer from a few feet away from the other party's smooth head.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and a strange wind was set off on the flat ground, and the air distorted, as if there was a huge thing about to rush out of the void.

Zhao Han said that he would fight, and he shot without warning, which really frightened others, even the monk, and he didn't expect that the other party, who was still in the stage of mouth cannon before, would be so cruel and inhumane, which was simply insulting.

Everyone is a civilized person, okay, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth, okay, he hasn't completely turned his face, and he hasn't said cruel words to each other, so he just started fighting?

It's so unruly.

It's just that, in the face of such a strong Zhao Han, in the face of his seemingly empty thing, but in fact stirring up the wind and clouds, a blow that is difficult to bear, even if the monk scolded his mother in his heart, he did not dare to pick up his edge, his body turned into an illusory, and the pure land behind him was even more Buddha's voice soaring, the ceiling in the void fell wildly, and the golden lotus on the ground surged.

Behind him, as the wheel of the Buddha turned, there was a huge Buddha from nothing, as if born from the void, with a golden body and a compassionate face.

"Amitabha, since the donor is bent on going his own way, the poor monks can only barely cope. ”

"You must know that even though my Buddha is compassionate, but there are also times when the vajra is angry, the donor insists on going his own way, wantonly slandering my Buddha, and the arrogance is boundless, and the poor monk has to make this decision. ”

At this time, the monk was still unwilling, and said a few words on his lips, and then the Buddha's light flashed, and the golden Buddha behind him suddenly came out of his palm, and the huge palm of dozens of acres covered the sky and the sun, like a mountain, and directly covered Zhao Han.

"Hmm, is this the secret art of the Buddhist family, it's really strong!"

Zhao Han only felt that his body tightened, as if an invisible force suddenly locked his movements, and this force became stronger and stronger over time, imprisoning the space, unable to move and toss at all, unable to dodge and avoid, and could only stand in place and resist.

"Is this forcing me to carry it hard?!"

Zhao Han sighed, the expression on his face suddenly melted, and he was full of excitement: "But this way of fighting is my favorite!"

"Simple, direct, brutal, hard-hitting, this is my favorite way to fight, thank you so much!"

In the roar, Zhao Han's figure suddenly rose several feet high, the muscles and flesh on his body swelled violently, his blood was boiling, his spiritual power was soaring, and the powerful force crushed the void, making a roar of "click".

The mysterious forces that originally imprisoned him were as fragile as paper paste after Zhao Han exerted his strength, and he was blasted into scum without even struggling.

"Come on, let me see, how powerful you are as a thief!"

At this time, the slap of the Golden Buddha was less than three feet away from the top of Zhao Han's head, and the surging wind even ploughed out a criss-crossing messy gully on the ground, and the terrifying sonic boom roared to the sky, obviously in order to suppress Zhao Han, the monk also used the strength to eat.

"Good time, break it for me!"

Facing the heavy blow like the top of the mountain, Zhao Han roared in a low voice, his blood rushed to the sky, and the Sky Hammer appeared in his palm, carrying the supreme domineering spirit, and brazenly greeted it.

There were no superfluous words, no superfluous sounds, it was just a pair of crimson-colored hammers that were rounded by Zhao Han, and smashed the giant palm pressed upwards!

"Boom~"

The spring thunder exploded, as if the heavens were about to beat the war drums, the whole evil land shook violently, the ground cracked a lot, and there were incomparably deep cracks in the ground, large areas of rocks, mountains collapsed, air waves surged, rolled up the sky and dust to cover the sky, and the sky was dark, as if the end was coming.

Zhao Han only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the Sky Hammer in his palm almost flew out, and the whole person flew down upside down like a meteor, smashing into the ground fiercely, revealing a huge hole.

At the same time, the huge golden palm that collided directly with him could not be maintained, and it collapsed in mid-air, turning into thousands of golden lights and flying in all directions.

Even the rumbling sound came from the body of the golden Buddha standing up to the sky, and it was obvious that the moment just now had caused damage to the inside of the golden Buddha that could not be ignored.