"Why can he condense the golden body and Dharma image?" Zhiyuan grabbed a Buddhist monk and asked.

The monk didn't understand the meaning. He thought about it and replied, "Maybe it was taught by the Buddha!"

Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with blood, and he slapped the monks' head with a palm. The hot blood splattered on Zhiyuan's face, making him look like a monster walking out of the sea of ​​blood.

Zhiyuan, with a bloody face, grabbed another monk who was about to escape and said, "Why is it the golden body Dharma image?"

The monk said tremblingly: "Disciples don't know, but they don't know..."

Zhiyuan's eyes showed fierce light and said, "I don't know? Then go and die!"

Another Buddha's light was sealed with gold, but it was stained with the blood of Buddhist disciples.

"Abbot Zhiyuan is crazy! She's crazy!"

"Escape!"

...

The Buddhist general hall suddenly became chaotic, and the Buddhist handprints passed by the monks screamed one after another.

Shi Qiyu, who was beaten away by Zhiyuan, spit out a mouthful of blood. He stood up and gritted his teeth to endure the pain of the broken bones in his abdomen. But compared to the injuries on his body, Shi Qiyu was even more worried about the situation in front of him. He originally took action to deal with it after seeing through Jin, thinking that as long as Zhiyuan was brought out, Jin Wei would lose a golden Yuanying as a late-stage monk, and could also use Zhiyuan to evacuate the monks in the Buddhist general hall. But he did not expect that the monks who had just calmed down from the Buddhist general hall encountered Zhiyuan's crazy.

Shi Qiyu looked at the twenty-six Nascent Soul-level recovery pills left in the storage bag, and then looked at the two pills that could increase spiritual power and speed in an instant. He took out a recovery pill and swallowed it into his stomach.
Chapter completed!