"From now on, I will naturally grow my hair and have nothing to do with you bald donkeys."

"Today, eighteen of me will destroy this magnificent and sinful hall."

As he said that, the eighteen people shouted suddenly and rushed towards the many Buddhist Arhats.

"You will go to hell when you wait for the rebellion!"

"Fuck, hell is controlled by my master. If you can't go to hell, what you say doesn't count." A Arhat snorted coldly.

Upon hearing this, the faces of many Buddhist monks changed.

Your master?

Who is your master? He actually controls hell?

wrong!

Suddenly, they thought of someone.

A person who is now on Lingshan Mountain is, to be precise, a ghost.

Yang Xuan!

Yang Xuan controls the underworld, and he is naturally under control of the hell.
Chapter completed!