There was another earth-shattering loud noise, and the light was bright.
When he opened his eyes again, the old monk squatted on the ground.
Not only did the light of the Buddha Light Buddha statue weaken by a few points,
Even his arm was broken off by the impact and slowly disappeared.
"Impossible, impossible!" How could the old monk accept this scene: "I have the power of fifty years of faith from tens of thousands of monks..."
"Isn't the power of faith of tens of thousands of monks for fifty years awesome?" Ye Wudao's voice boomed.
It turned out that Ye Wudao had woken up.
The old monk gulped and vomited: "What the hell is this dragon? How can it be so strong!"
Ye Wudao: "This is the divine dragon of national destiny, which is transformed by the faith of our billions of people in Daxia."
"How can the power of faith of your tens of thousands of monks compare to the power of faith of our billions of people in Daxia!"
"The national destiny transforms into a dragon, the national destiny transforms into a dragon..." the old monk murmured to himself: "This is actually true!"
"You are worthy of being the chosen one. You can actually take over the Dragon of National Destiny. I am ashamed of myself!"
Ye Wudao: "Now I'll give you a chance to tell me what the purpose of stealing my shadow is, what exactly my master is doing in Kunlun Mountain, and why is his life in danger!"
The old monk smiled tragically: "So what if you merge with the Dragon of National Fortune!"
"When the Yinsi people bring your shadow to the Kunlun Mountains, this Great Xia will also change hands."
"You and your family will not escape death!"
"I want my old man to bow his head to you, it's just a wishful thinking."
Although the old monk did not answer himself,
However, Ye Wudao could tell that the Demon King Yin Si Tian seemed to be heading to Kunlun Mountain with his shadow, Ye Wandao.
When they arrived at the Kunlun Mountains, why did Daxia change hands?
Ye Wudao is unknown.
At this moment, Ye Wudao has made up his mind to go to Kunlun Mountain in person to find out the truth.
He said coldly: "If you don't want it if I give you a chance, then I can only eradicate it."
Ha ha!
The old monk laughed wildly: "Even if I die, I will hit you hard!"
"Come and fight again!"
The old monk drove the Buddha's Light Buddha statue crazily into the national destiny dragon.
The dragon of national destiny rushed forward bravely.
However, he did not engage in a head-on confrontation with the Foguang Buddha Statue. Instead, after the two sides got closer, it suddenly changed its direction and struck out with the dragon swinging its tail.
The tail of the dragon of national destiny easily scattered the Buddha's light, collapsed, and disappeared into nothingness.
But the national destiny dragon was not damaged at all.
The Buddha's light disappeared, and the old monk also suffered backlash.
Of course he was bleeding from all his orifices and fell to the ground.
Ye Wudao walked towards the old monk step by step: "Now, it's time for you to accept trial."/
The old monk smiled sadly: "You are not qualified to judge me."
"My fate is not up to me. Even if I die, I will kill myself!"
When he exerted force on his body, his muscles and veins were severed and he died on the spot.
What a pity!
Ye Wudao shook his head, expressing regret that the truth was so close at hand but he couldn't find out.
For a strong man like the old monk, if he doesn't want to open his mouth, even if the gods come down to earth, they won't be able to get anything out of him.
Their will is too strong.
Even if they die, their bodies cannot be spared.
Ye Wudao held the old monk in one hand and Li Si in the other, preparing to go back and destroy it.
If their bodies fall into the hands of the Yinsi people, it will be troublesome for the Yinsi people to resurrect them.
As a result, Ye Wudao just walked out of the door,
But they found that they were already surrounded by hundreds of people outside.
These hundreds of people are all monks, holding Shaolin sticks and looking at them with great majesty.
Ye Wudao sneered: "It's just you who want to stop me, what a wishful thinking!"
"Just in time, today we will cut the grass and root out the evil monks like you."
Amitabha.
A Buddhist chant came from behind the crowd.
The monks quickly moved out of the way, and an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard walked out slowly with his hands clasped together.
"Shen Shuai, you are fine."
Ye Wudao recognized the old monk at a glance.
It was Shaolin Master Shi Ran who presided over it.