Tian Yuan Chapter 1170 Please stay

The old monk must have lost his mind and lost his mind. Otherwise, how could he have said such a thing.

The strong men from the ancient tribes on all sides showed surprised expressions. Their first reaction was not anger, but amusement.

"Old monk, I may not have heard clearly what you just said."

A certain guy joked.

Experts from all races cast strange looks and pricked their ears, wanting to see if the old monk really dared to be so arrogant.

The people present are all highly cultivated people, how could they be deaf.

Everyone seemed to regard the old monk as a slightly larger grasshopper, with an interesting expression on his face, half-smiling but not smiling, and they didn't mind looking at him a few more times.

If the person standing in front of him was Chang Geng Sword Immortal, the strong men of the ancient clan would definitely treat him seriously, as if they were facing a formidable enemy and would not dare to tease him.

Although the old Buddhist monk is very strong, in the eyes of the ancient clan, he is always limited and not difficult to deal with. At least, this is the strength shown by the old monk to the outside world.

"It seems that there is something wrong with the donor's ears. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if I say it again." The old monk said kindly and kindly with a friendly smile: "If the donors continue to find trouble and force me to put down the scriptures, then you will bear the consequences yourself."

"Hahaha......"

Hearing the old monk's threatening words again, everyone in the ancient clan looked at each other and laughed loudly.

The hearty laughter penetrated the thick clouds and resounded throughout the sky.

Such an obvious mockery made many Buddhist monks feel angry and clenched their fists. They had a strong belief that they would live and die with Buddhism and planned to fight to the death.

The old monk kept his smile, as calm as water, and didn't care.

"Old guy, you are indeed the number one person, there is no doubt about it. But please recognize yourself. With your ability, what can you do to compete with us?"

“When you speak arrogant words, you don’t know whether the sky is high or the sky is high.”

"Monk, you've been chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name all day long. Could it be that your brain is stupid and you can't figure out the situation in front of you?"

"No time is wasted, let's go to the Lichang mine quickly! If we give Buddha a hundred more courage, we won't dare to stop him."

After laughing, the ancient clan hero suddenly changed his face, with sharp eyes and arrogant words.

The old monk still had a slight smile on his face. Hearing these sarcastic remarks, there was no emotion at all.

After a long while, when these people slowly closed their mouths, the old monk sighed softly: "Alas! My Buddha is merciful."

I, the Buddha, am merciful and save those who are suffering.

However, some guys insist on seeking death, so I can't blame Lao Na for being cruel.

"Lao Na's Buddhist teachings are too shallow to guide misguided donors onto the right path. Anyway, this important task can only be left to the Buddha."

The old monk clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

This behavior seems to be saying hello to Buddha, asking him to do a favor and rescue some donors later.

Of course, the donor does not need to worry about how to see the Buddha. The old monk will try his best to help.

Several chariots have been started and are preparing to leave Buddhism and go to the mines. Unexpectedly, a golden barrier suddenly appeared, covering the sky and blocking the way forward of the chariot.

"Dear donors, please stay."

Immediately afterwards, the old monk took a step forward, and a nine-leaf golden lotus grew under his feet. Buddha light appeared from behind, and a strong sense of oppression rushed towards the faces of the ancient tribe.

"What do you want to do?"

The face of the strong man from the ancient clan darkened. He thought that the old monk would retreat in spite of the difficulty, but he never thought that he would dare to block the road and even put on a posture of ready to fight at any time.

"Buddha said that all living beings suffer." As the old monk spoke, a huge Buddha's light with the character "Swastika" slowly appeared behind him and rotated slowly. Moreover, there are hundreds of phantoms of Buddha looming in the sky: "I can't bear the suffering of all the donors in the world, and I am willing to lead the way for the donors to see my Buddha and get rid of their suffering."

To put it bluntly, I will send you to death.

Everyone stared at the old monk who was getting stronger and stronger, and saw that this was not a bluff, but extremely serious.

"Look how capable you are!"

In this case, the powerful men from all races gathered here, how could they be frightened by the old monk alone? They stepped out of the chariot, bursting out the pressure of top cultivation, preparing for a battle.

"Amitabha, I have given the prohibition on killing today. I will pray to the Buddha for three months and repent to the Buddha."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old monk using his Buddhist magical powers.

Raising his right hand, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and a giant golden palm suddenly appeared, covering the heaven and earth, like a god coming to the dust.

"Take this opportunity to destroy Buddhism!"

Many old people from the ancient tribe came up with this idea. They shouted loudly and their murderous intent gradually arose.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was an explosion, and the golden giant palm fell down, causing the ancient clan hero's body to tremble, and he did not dare to underestimate it.

"Chong-"

Some people sacrificed extremely ferocious Taoist soldiers, and some people formed seals with their hands, and they all headed towards the old monk. They had no intention of fighting alone, and wanted to suppress it with absolute power and solve it as soon as possible.

The giant palm fell, and the heroes all moved to resist.

The dozen or so chariots that were originally hovering in the sky were unable to stabilize, and all of them fell backwards or sank.

There was a sensation, and everyone worked together to break the old monk's Buddha palm, and attacked together.

"Edict!"

The people of the Moyang Ancient Clan raised their hands and set up a sword array. Eighteen sharp swords were clanging, splitting the sky with incomparable sharpness.

The sword roared harshly, reaching the old monk's face in an instant.

"clang"

The old monk clasped his hands together and protected his body with golden light, making the eighteen swords impenetrable. The sword tips were closely connected with the golden light barrier and kept trembling.

"Boom"

The ancestor of the Tianshui ancient tribe had sharp eyes, controlled the weapon, knocked it down from a height, and aimed it at the old monk's Tianling Gai.

Like a huge mountain of weapons, the falling force was extremely terrifying, the heaven and earth shook, and Dao light splashed everywhere.

However, such an offensive could not break through the old monk's protective golden light.

"What a hard turtle shell."

The eyes of everyone from the Ancient Clan narrowed and their brows furrowed.

"You won't last long."

Someone said with certainty.

"He is the number one figure in such a huge Buddhist sect. If we work together and block the space, we can even trap him to death here."

There are fourteen strong men from the ancient clan, most of them are monks from the Seventh Step of Shenqiao, and there are also a few top beings from the Eighth Step of Shenqiao.

This kind of battle is not a big one.

In the eyes of everyone, even though the old monk had great strength, he could not make any trouble.

Many years ago, Chen Qingyuan presented the inheritance of Buddha Kassapa. At the original feast, listening to the emperor's sermons gave me great insights.

If the old monk is not certain, how can he dare to fight with the heroes?

"Too light."

The Buddha's light protects the body, and the old monk is not damaged at all. Whenever there are some dents in the Buddha's Light Barrier, they will be restored in an instant.

Thousands of Buddha patterns flow on the barrier, which is endlessly mysterious.

I don't know if it was an illusion of some ancient ancestors. With the flash of Buddha's light, the aura of the old monk became different from just now.