The little monk Wu Xin was already very angry. He had pent-up anger in his heart and didn't know how to vent it.

He thought that the fleet that dragged him into the conflict were all men, but it turned out that the first ones to jump off the ship were two female benefactors with nice voices, which made him feel a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Also, how can I pay for my spaceship?" Little Monk Wu Xin pointed at the rotten spaceship at his feet.

"Master Wu Xin, we also want to pay for your spaceship, but only if we can survive these interstellar bandits!"

Han Enjiao smiled bitterly and said: "They have so many warships. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to escape. We also hope that Master can help us. If we are saved, we will compensate Master for three spaceships!"

"Interstellar Bandit?"

When the little monk Wu Xin heard that Han Enjiao promised to pay for the ship, he felt calm and his expression softened slightly. He looked up at the bandit fleet slowly descending from the sky, with a gleam in his eyes.

This time when I leave the temple, my first priority is to conquer demons. Interstellar bandits do many evil things and have evil thoughts in their hearts. If they can be influenced, they will be influenced. If they cannot be influenced, they will be killed.

not to mention

The interstellar robbers in Suwen plundered everywhere and must have gained a lot of ill-gotten wealth. Taking it away and using it to relieve refugees and rebuild temples was also a meritorious deed.

"I didn't expect to see a Buddhist monk at the level of Jindan on such a desolate and remote planet!"

Nearly two hundred large and small unlicensed modified warships arrived, suspended in the sky more than a hundred meters above the ground.

The cabin doors of two of the main ships opened, and hundreds of figures stepped out.

Among them are robber pilots driving mechas, with spiritual energy flowing around them and wearing various aerospace armors.

The four people in the middle are four burly men with slightly white skin, tall noses, and curly hair.

They were shirtless, with their hands clasped in front of their chests, their legs spread apart, standing high in the sky. Like Wu Xin, they were not wearing any protective equipment.

They are all at the Golden Core level.

"What!"

The hope that had just risen in the hearts of Han Enjiao and others was instantly extinguished.

I thought that one Golden Core level monk would be enough to turn the situation around or make the interstellar bandits fearful, but who could have expected that the other party would have four Golden Core level bandit leaders.

"Little monk, your Buddhist heritage has the same origin as ours. I think you are also a believer of Sakyamuni. If you leave here, we can pretend you didn't see you!"

Sabir's eyes fell on Wu Xin, and he was also a little surprised.

Especially when Wu Xin looked up, the faint golden light rising from his body and the vertical eyes faintly flashing on his forehead contained the power of a glaring Vajra, which made him feel a little afraid.

"Where did you come from? Why is the aura on your body so weird?"

Wu Xin was also looking at the four people opposite.

These four people should be of white descent, but there are some differences.

The difference is not in the physical features, but in the strange smell... the breath!

Unlike Alyssa, Tony and other white people who have superpowers and psychics born from their blood, these four people have very strong spiritual power fluctuations, but their operation methods and aura are different from ordinary monks.

For those with supernatural powers and psychics.

It seems to be a unique and separate system of cultivation inheritance.

"We come from the kingdom of God, are the people and descendants of the God of Gods, a great and noble bloodline!"

Sabir opened his hands and said vividly, with pride and pride that could not be concealed in his tone.

"Um, can you make it more understandable?"

The little monk Wuxin looked confused. Although Sabir's words were not small, he didn't get any useful information.

"We are the great Red Heads!"

The second leader, Kunal, said sternly. He thrust his foot forward, and a golden light rose from his body, and many lines and marks similar to Sanskrit appeared on his skin.

His body is tall, with towering muscles and sharp edges. Against the backdrop of golden light and Sanskrit-like veins, he looks extremely powerful and brave.

Like a god and warrior from ancient mythology.

"Forget it, don't ask, there's nothing good anyway!"

Wu Xin shook his head and gave up the idea of ​​asking the details of these bandits. Since he didn't even know where they were from, it seemed that he couldn't find any starting point or common topic to persuade them to return from their lost ways.

So, let’s start fighting!

The little monk Wuxin stepped on his feet and jumped up suddenly, like a shining golden sun, suspended high in the sky.

His anger sank in his Dantian, his spiritual power gathered in his throat, and he suddenly let out a Buddhist Vajra roar: "Help, Senior Su, help me!"

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!