"Are you a monk from Xilian Pure Land?" Yinglou asked again, his eyes a little suspicious.
Monk Qingcheng shook his head, his slender eyelashes quivering slightly, spreading out like butterfly wings about to fly.
"If you are not a monk from Xilian Pure Land, who are you?!"
This Tianqiong Continent has never heard of such a monk, and the weapon refiner's graveyard disappeared just like that!
"It's just a name, don't worry about it."
"Then what do you want to do here now?!" Cui Bai continued to ask, "Is it possible that you want to go against our forces in the Eastern Continent?!"
"What's yours is yours, if it's not yours, don't force it..."
"How do you know it doesn't belong to me? Once it's in my hands, it belongs to me!!!"
"Greed." The two faint words fell clearly into the ears of everyone present.
The faces of those strong men who came from the forces all darkened, but they did not dare to take action casually. The last time the ancient tomb was opened, people from several major families who visited it told them about him after they came back.
They also couldn't see the monk's cultivation.
In other words, if he didn't talk about one Amitabha and two Amitabhas, they would really think that he would be the son of some force.
Her temperament is outstanding, her grace is outstanding, and her appearance is like a work of art made by God himself.
Monks have no hair, but there is a kind of monk who practices with hair. The man in front of me is that, but his long hair is like two pieces of silk. I really don’t understand how such a person can give up all his hair.
In the prosperity of the world, choose to escape into Buddhism?
Of course, this is not something they should be confused about. The most important thing is that Yin Zhengyue is obviously about to lose some fat, and no one wants to see it fly away just before their eyes.
The most unwilling person was Fairy Yuxuan. He was just a little bit behind, but he turned into a monk in front of him.
His whole body was filled with purple light. The hand that he held before was still moving, but now he suddenly slapped the Qingcheng monk on the shoulder.
Everyone was stunned.
I didn’t expect Yu Xuan to be really brave, but that’s right, he has a divine weapon on him, so no matter how powerful the opponent is, he can’t be hurt in the slightest!
However, Fairy Yu Miao opened her mouth wide, obviously a little unbelievable that Yu Xuan really took action.
"Amitabha......"
"Well?"
"What's going on? Why is there nothing wrong with him?"
Fairy Yuxuan was stunned. The hand she placed on his shoulder carried the attack power of Zicantianyi, but why didn't he react at all?
Yin Zhengyue was also stunned.
Xiao Momo took advantage of this and ran to Yin Zhengyue's side, tightly grasping her sleeves, but her eyes were fixed on the Qingcheng monk.
He raised his eyes, his eyes sparkling like the clearest lake water.
Under the eyes of everyone, he said Amitabha, but his clasped hands relaxed.
Yu Xuan wanted to take his hand away, but found that his hand seemed to be stuck to it.
The light of the Purple Silkworm Heavenly Clothes on his body also flickered on and off.
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the end." The jade-like hand gently pushed away Yu Xuan's hand on his shoulder, but at that moment, Yu Xuan's eyes widened as if he had been struck by lightning.
His hand was freed, and he retreated desperately as if he had seen a ghost, without caring about his image at all.
Everyone was confused. Monk Qingcheng had no use of his strength.