He punched out, and his blood was like a rainbow. The blood qi broke through the heavenly spirit and condensed a bloody figure of ghosts and gods in the void.

"The evil demons and heretics, why don't you be surrendered in front of me, Buddha?" the old monk shouted.

He had two feet of gold and was full of golden body, and behind him, the shadow of the huge Buddha was squeezed over the sky, with a majestic momentum.

He punched out like a big sun, illuminating the void, surging towards Yang Xuan.

It is the Buddhist supernatural power, the Great Sun Tathagata Fist!

The old monk shouted and rushed with Yang Xuan.

Bang!

Both of them retreated, the void trembled, the surrounding rocks shattered, and the mountains and valleys were shaking.

Yang Xuan's eyes flashed and his face showed excitement. Just as the old monk used the Great Sun Tathagata Fist, his soul glowed, and the Netherworld Sutra automatically ran, and it began to evolve the Great Sun Tathagata Fist.

The old monk's face was gloomy. The two of them seemed to tie this attack, but in fact he was at a disadvantage.

His fist trembled, and golden blood flowed down his fist, and his whole arm was trembling slightly, unable to bring out any strength.

"Amitabha, donor, stop and go back to Lingshan with me. If you continue to fight, both will be defeated." The old monk sighed and spoke slowly.
Chapter completed!