When the other party picked up the golden prayer wheel, a strong sense of crisis arose spontaneously, without waiting for a reaction.

The exhibition hall exploded!

The huge venue was directly blasted into the sky, and the entire venue was swept by flames.

The shock wave ripped apart the bodies of the five attackers in an instant.

When the fireball reached its highest point, it slowly dissipated into the air as it fell, leaving only a messy pit.

The people who were still alive couldn't help but take a breath when they looked at the huge crater so close to them.

As long as the distance is closer, one of them will definitely die without a burial place.

If there is no scum left, what use is a cemetery?

"Cough cough. Cough cough" x2.

Two coughing sounds came from the ruins.

The leader, holding a golden prayer wheel, threw away the reinforced concrete blocks covering his body and stood up straight.

"The family branch of Bufa Temple, you are worthy!"

Unexpectedly, in order to prevent the prayer wheel from being lost, the other party buried a large amount of explosives under the booth.

The moment you pick up the golden prayer wheel, the switch that ignites the explosive is immediately triggered.

Then, everyone in the venue was in tragedy.

He has the confidence to detect and avoid any practitioner's methods.

However, a group of shameless people, using the power of modern technology, made it suffer a severe loss.

After twenty-five years of hard work and training since childhood, there are only eleven left among thousands of orphans. They kill monks like chickens. They are called all-powerful cold-blooded elites. Five people were lost due to carelessness, and they were so heartbroken that they could not breathe.

"Old thief Wang, I have nothing to do with you."

"Cough cough. Cough cough cough."

The non-killing monk holding two swords stood up from the ruins.

"Don't brag. If you could defeat Wang Bo, how could you take advantage of the opportunity to raid the Buddhist Exhibition Hall while the other party was heading to Plateau Bufa Temple?"

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Do you understand what it means to be resilient despite hardship?

Believe it or not, I will let you drink the northwest wind without paying for the rest!

"It's my point that I can't lose, and because of the explosion, I have to pay more."

The leader wanted to refuse. He had suffered heavy losses and asked me to give you more money. Are you too inhumane? However, when he saw the blood-red eyes of the monk Busha and the two swords ready to move, he was stunned and refused.

He choked and went back.

Even if the other party is very trustworthy, if he really refuses to add money, he might betray you on the spot, seize the gold prayer wheel, and sell it to make up for the loss.

Of course, if there is anything left over to make up for the losses, Monk Fu-Kai will also send it to him.

To use someone else’s words: It’s not my money, I don’t want a penny of it.

"good!"

The leader gritted his teeth and spit out one word.

Monk Busha nodded with satisfaction, he likes a sensible employer.

"Ren—" "Ren—"

Dozens of people suddenly surrounded everyone from outside.

He Zhao's eyes widened. For no other reason, these people who appeared seemed to have been seen in the exhibition hall before.

Wait a minute, have you met?

"Amitabha, thank you for your hard work."

A kind-hearted old monk walked out of the crowd, holding handprints in his hands.

Cross your palms diagonally, and pin the thumb of your right hand to the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of your left hand. The thumb of your left hand also pins the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger of your right hand.

"The phantom seal of Bufa Temple can create things between reality and illusion. Like dream bubbles or mirages, mages are not immune."

"So, everything is a lie?" The leader, holding a golden prayer wheel, said word by word. The sound of his teeth crunching made it easy to suspect that his mouth would be chewed to pieces in the next second.

"Yes, everything is false." The kind-hearted old monk had not finished his sentence. The leader, who had been tricked so hard, threw the prayer wheel away.

"Bang!!"

It happened to hit the wreckage of the car where He Zhao was hiding.

"Clang!"

The golden prayer wheel rolled to the ground, bumped and rolled to the side of Ren Zhao's head.

"?!"

"This donor, please listen to what I have to say. People are fake, and everything is just a fantasy. But, the things are real. Otherwise, how could I deceive you, a group of people with ulterior motives?"

leader:"."

His expression was crazy, and he could vaguely make out four big characters - I am Gan Liniang!

He finally got the prayer wheel and asked him to throw it out again?

"Grass!"

Unable to hold back, he uttered a curse word.

"Do you need me to kill him, or them? Add money, just add money, and I will kill them all for you." The non-killing monk turned his head, raised the sword in his hand and asked.

"unnecessary!"

"boom--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the leader's whole body erupted with an unrivaled momentum.

Everyone around them felt their bodies sink, and a huge pressure came over them.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

Except for the old monk who was holding the phantom seal with his hands, and the non-killing monk who was muttering about adding more money, everyone in the audience was lying on the ground, motionless.

fear!

Just by relying on momentum, a group of people can't resist, which shows how strong the opponent is.

Having said that, how could a person who could survive a big explosion that blew an exhibition hall into the sky without any injuries and only damaging some clothes not be a fierce man?

"Old monk, I will spread the family tradition of your Bufa Temple today."

The leader is confident. All five mages in Shangyang City have been lured away, leaving only an old and frail monk. What kind of trouble can he cause?

"die!"

After saying this, he raised one palm.

"boom--"

In the sky, a huge flame palm slowly condensed and took shape.

Judging from its size, it is at least ten times that of the Buddhist Exhibition Hall.

With such a divine palm falling, everyone present did not know how many of them would survive.

When a famous ruthless man saw this, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

‘If the city gate catches fire, the fish in the pond will be affected!’

He was ready to run away.

If it really doesn't work, I have no choice but to turn back.

"Boom!"

The huge flaming palm slowly pressed down, and a group of people looked horrified.

"Ha ha ha ha."

A burst of wanton laughter rang out, and the giant flame palm slowly collapsed until it collapsed in mid-air.

"Gudong——"

Monk Busha slowly turned his head to look, his face full of disbelief for the next second.

"Wang Bo?"

When did that person above the mage rush back from Plateau Bufa Temple!
Chapter completed!