Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven. Can't Wait for Retribution, People Who Can't Figure It Out

Yan Zhaoge raised his palm and knocked down a Buddhist martial artist. (Yes)? (Meaning)? (Thinking)? (Book)? (House)

Those Buddhist warriors were shocked, but the disciples of the upper Qing line were a little annoyed: "You, why don't you listen to persuasion?!"

It doesn't matter that Yan Zhaoge is self-willed, it's just that they will be affected if they have no time to leave here.

The top Buddhist experts came here, not only blocked Yan Zhaoge, but they were also blocked here.

With a smile on the corner of Yan Zhaoge's mouth, he slammed his palm down, smashing the Buddhist warrior's head into pieces!

At the first moment of the monk's fall, Taos of Buddha's light rushed out of his body, and then he wanted to break through the void and leave.

This Buddha light is not aggressive, nor does it reveal such a powerful breath of power.

But it completely ignored the power of Yan Zhaoge and the Sky Devouring Box.

It seems that the two parties are at different levels, and even if they meet, they will not touch each other.

Yan Zhaoge Fan Tianyin's palm force is so powerful that it can turn the world around, but in Jin Guang's eyes, it seems to be illusory and transparent, directly passing through the palm force.

The terrifying devouring power of the heaven-swallowing earth box, in front of that unique Buddha light, is like an unrealistic dream bubble.

Yan Zhaoge believed that even if he took out the sun seal or the evil sword Taotie, he would not be able to destroy and stop this Buddha's light.

If you can't touch each other, everything is in vain.

But that Buddha light is by no means an illusion.

Yan Zhaoge can be sure that as long as this Buddha's light flies away, it will immediately lead a powerful Buddhist to come to this place.

It may be a strong Buddhist who is equivalent to a martial saint at the Taoist Xianqiao level.

It may also be equivalent to the peak of Taoist martial arts, the supreme powerhouse in the world.

It may also be a Buddhist figure who is equivalent to the Taoist sect who can be called the emperor, or even the emperor...

According to what Sun Zhongda and other Shangqing disciples said, the higher the opponent's cultivation base, the faster he will come, and it is not impossible to come instantly and appear immediately.

The smile on the corner of Yan Zhaoge's mouth did not diminish, and in the palm of his hand, the power suddenly changed, hiding chaos.

The Dharma Gate of the Wuji Heavenly Book was operated by him. In the chaos, there is no precedent and no future, neither far nor near, the beginning of all things, and the end of all things.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge slapped down again, the Buddha's light swayed slightly, he couldn't help but plunged into the chaos, and disappeared without a trace.

The details are indeed only Yan Zhaoge himself can understand.

In the eyes of others, they could only see Yan Zhaoge beating the Buddhist martial artist to death with one palm, and then the Buddha's light flashed.

Seeing this, all the warriors of the Qing Dynasty put their hands on their foreheads, and sighed to the sky: "You, a person from the upper world, have never dealt with Buddhism, but you still like to show off for a while, but you have killed us too."

On the contrary, Gao Qing looked at Yan Zhaoge with sparkling eyes: "Hey, you are so straightforward."

All the classmates beside her smiled wryly: "Junior Sister, he is happy, we are all miserable, let's leave here and return to Biyoutian, we don't have time to investigate the anomalies in the mountains in the distance."

"Now I just hope that the cultivation level of the strong Buddhists who came here will not be too high, so we still have time and a chance to leave."

Just as he was speaking, he saw Singer Yanzhao raise his palm and beat down Buddhist warriors one after another.

Seeing this scene, the descendant of Shangqing's lineage, who was already frightened, even twitched the corners of his mouth.

On the contrary, those Buddhist fighters all settled down, looking at Yan Zhaoge with a look of resignation to death.

The young monk who was restrained by the Beiming avatar said calmly: "The poor monk is in the same sect as everyone else, and he is not afraid of death. Death is just the beginning of life."

"Pull out the karma, and the strange pure land can just escape from the sea of ​​suffering in the world."

"As for you, the benefactor, if you commit such a great crime and sink into the devil's way, you will naturally have retribution."

A smile appeared on the face of the young monk: "Your retribution, benefactor, is right in front of you, and it will come in a moment."

Yan Zhaoge also smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about me, you should worry about yourself. The reason why I got rid of the other thieves is because I have captured you alive."

"I think I can get more things I want to know from your mouth.

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"Of course, I believe you won't open your mouth easily." Yan Zhaoge grinned, "But it doesn't matter, I have plenty of time and methods to make you open your mouth."

The young monk shook his head: "You are fantasizing, do you think these disciples of the Qing Dynasty are trying to scare you?"

He said slowly: "The poor monk just said that your retribution, the benefactor, is right in front of you."

"Oh? I'll wait and see." Yan Zhaoge said, and with a casual slap, he beat a Buddhist warrior's forehead to pieces, causing the eyelids of everyone around him to twitch wildly.

The descendants of the Shangqing line shook their heads again and again, and turned to leave one after another.

Gao Qing left with the door, and waved at Yan Zhaoge before leaving: "Senior brother, come back to Biyoutian with us, if you enter Biyoutian before the top Buddhist experts arrive, the other party's clues will be broken." gone."

"Good intentions, but don't worry about me." Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently, and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask your great-grandfather, Emperor Longquan, but his surname is Long?"

Gao Qing replied: "Yes."

Yan Zhaoge wondered: "The descendants of Xuanhuang and Longquan Great Emperor all follow Xuanhuang's surname?"

Gao Qing shook her head, taking it for granted: "Of course not, I have an uncle named Long after my great-grandfather."

Yan Zhaoge didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Then Fu Ting used this to imply that Emperor Longquan was married, why didn't you explain it?"

Gao Qing was taken aback: "Is she alluding to this? She asked me why my surname is Gao, so I said I took my father's surname, my father took my grandfather's surname, and my grandfather took my great-grandmother's surname, and I didn't ask My uncle's lineage."

"Later, she seemed unconvinced by my great-grandfather's cultivation and strength, so I'll argue with her about this matter, and it has nothing to do with my uncle's lineage."

Gao Qing pursed her lips, with an unhappy expression on her face: "So that's what Sister Fu meant."

The disciples of the Qing Dynasty beside her all had an angry look on their faces.

There were too many things before, and they didn't have time to talk to Gao Qing about this matter.

At this time, she had no choice but to drag the sullen Gao Qing away in a hurry.

Yan Zhaoge was thoughtful, watching their backs go away.

After recovering, Yan Zhaoge smiled and looked at the young monk: "Okay, now it's our turn to have a good chat."

The young monk said indifferently: "Does the benefactor really have this leisure now?"

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "Wait until you see it? But, it's no fun to just wait, let's talk and wait."

After finishing speaking, he pointed directly between the eyebrows of the young monk.

A look of pain flashed across the eyes of the young monk.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and endured.

The willpower and endurance of Buddhist warriors are extremely strong, and this young monk has always reluctantly persisted in many painful punishments that are unbearable for ordinary people.

However, the biggest motivation for his persistence is still the hope of survival.

He believed that if he persisted, it would not be long before his top powerhouses would arrive, and at that time it would be Yan Zhaoge who could not survive.

Unexpectedly, waiting and waiting, time continued to pass, but there was no movement at all.

The unbelievable expression on the young monk's face gradually became uncontrollable.

After such a long time, even a Buddhist martial artist like him should rush to investigate after receiving news of the death of the people below!

How is it possible that no one can see it now? (To be continued.)

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