The old monk's eyes widened in anger, like a Shura, and the golden light all over his body turned into a dark color.
Chen Zhao acted like a fine person, took out his cell phone and took a photo of the old monk.
Then he sent it to the group of him, Zhang Tianyi, Byfula and the 23rd generation Blood Mary.
"Who knows this old monk?"
"Wutai Mountain, Master Fangu." Baifula replied almost instantly.
Chen Zhao even doubted whether Byfula had been playing with his mobile phone.
"Chen Zhao, do you have a grudge with this old monk? He is the senior brother of Mount Wutai Saint Master Fan Xin, and Fan Xin's cultivation level is not inferior to that of Lao Zhang."
"Is it obvious?"
"It is clear."
"Do you have any advice?" Chen Zhao was considering whether to beat the old monk to death.
Hearing that he was from Mount Wutai, Chen Zhao was wondering if it was worth fighting against Mount Wutai for him.
Chen Zhao has been in contact with the supernatural world for a long time now.
I have heard of Mount Wutai. It is said that Mount Wutai is the leader of Zen Buddhism.
It has the same status as the Dao Sect in Longhu Mountain.
In China, Buddhism and Taoism coexist, and now Taoism slightly outweighs Buddhism.
However, Buddhism is still prosperous, and no one can figure out how many peerless masters are hidden behind it.
Just like the ancient Buddhist monk in front of him, his reputation is not outstanding, but his strength is really not weak.
The old monk slapped Chen Zhao with his big hand, which was the Buddhist Mahamudra.
With this palm shot, a huge golden Buddha palm pushed across.
Chen Zhao stretched out his hand to block it, and the huge force made Chen Zhao take two steps back.
At the same time, the Buddha's power penetrated into Chen Zhao's body and was difficult to get rid of.
As expected, this Buddha's power was raging in Chen Zhao's body.
Suppressing Chen Zhao's power, of course, this little Buddha's power is not enough to affect Chen Zhao.
But if the battle continues for a long time, the Buddha's power will accumulate more and more.
When the time comes, Chen Zhao will only become weaker and weaker.
This is the method used by Buddhist masters.
The black light and golden light on the body of the ancient monk Van are intertwined.
It felt to Chen Zhao like watching a magical girl transform.
Of course, the on-site senses are more visually impactful.
I heard the ancient Buddhist monk put his palms together and shouted: "Mingzun Liuli!"
The body of the ancient monk Van is like a piece of black glass, with golden light flowing in it.
Moreover, the body of this ancient Buddhist monk gave Chen Zhao a very strange feeling.
For some reason, Chen Zhao felt that the body of the ancient monk Fan couldn't be destroyed.
To be honest, with Chen Zhao's current power level, there is almost nothing he can't destroy.
But this ancient Buddhist monk gave Chen Zhao a way that was difficult to destroy.
Ancient monk Fan waved his palm again.
It is also a Buddhist Mahamudra, but its power is more than ten times stronger than before.
Chen Zhao swung out a fist shadow and collided with the Buddhist Mahamudra.
The Buddhist Mahamudra was shattered, but the Buddha's power did not dissipate immediately.
Most of them were entangled in Chen Zhao and penetrated into Chen Zhao's body.
Buddhist magic is really troublesome.
Chen Zhao thought secretly in his heart.
Chen Zhao clenched his fists, seeming to need a quick decision.
Chen Zhao suddenly exerted his strength and rushed toward the ancient monk Fan.
Ancient monk Fan didn't have time to get out of the way, and Chen Zhao had already grabbed him by the neck.
Chen Zhao pinched the old monk Fan hard.
But the ancient monk Fan didn't feel anything normal.
Both palms were slapped directly on Chen Zhao's chest.
Huge Buddha power poured into Chen Zhao's body again.
Chen Zhao also punched the old monk Fan on the head.
But the ancient monk Fan only staggered slightly.
You must know that Chen Zhao's punch has the power to change the terrain.
But the ancient monk Fan only staggered.
Chen Zhao punched the ancient monk Fan again, and Chen Zhao's strength increased several times with this punch.
Ancient monk Fan took a few steps back, but his body was still intact.
The ancient monk Fan shouted loudly: "Evil heretics, I will do justice for heaven today! If you don't hold back, I will capture you."
"I think your brain is flooded with water." Chen Zhao sneered.
"In that case, then suffer death!" The aura on the ancient monk Fan's body increased several times.
Chen Zhao opened the second level of Guiyi Gong, and his power also increased tenfold.
The ancient monk Fan stepped heavily on the ground, made a sumo wrestling posture, took a deep breath, and suddenly slapped dozens of palms with both hands.
Chen Zhao no longer fought back this time, but allowed the attack to fall on him.
Chen Zhao chose to directly attack the ancient monk Fan.
Chen Zhao didn't believe in that evil spirit. There were really people who could withstand his attacks without getting hurt.
Both sides have the same idea.
Ancient monk Fan also felt that no one could resist his attack.
The two sides were separated by a few meters and kept exchanging fists.
You punch me, I slap you.
Sure enough, as Chen Zhao guessed, the frequency of attacks by the ancient monk Fan began to slow down.
He began to retreat and defend, but Chen Zhao's attack was still fierce.
It rained down on the ancient monk Van.
The footsteps of the ancient monk Van continued to retreat.
He was a little stunned by Chen Zhao.
He knows the efficacy of Mingzun Liuli.
He believed that Mingzun Liuli was almost impossible to break by force.
However, Chen Zhao's violent attack caused his Mingzun Liuli to become extremely unstable.
Moreover, Chen Zhao was possessed by his Buddhist power, and logically speaking, he should not be able to muster any strength at this time.
But Chen Zhao still seemed to be fine.
Gradually, the old monk Fan began to be unable to hold on any longer.
Chen Zhao directly pressed the old monk Fan to the ground and punched him.
The glazed body of the ancient monk Van started to crack.
The surrounding ground has been shattered under Chen Zhao's fist.
Finally, with a punch that Chen Zhao had accumulated for three seconds, the colored glaze on the ancient monk Fan's body was completely peeled off.
"Old bald donkey, you are the only one who can slay demons and protect the Tao!?" Chen Zhao grabbed the ancient monk Fan's neck and was about to kill him.
Suddenly, a person appeared in Chen Zhao's perception.
He is also a psychic, but not very strong.
The man jumped left and right on the torn ground and trotted not far away from Chen Zhao.
"stop."
"Who are you? Are you with this old monk?"
The man dug in his pocket and took out an ID card.
"I'm from the Special Intelligence Department."
"Never heard of it." Chen Zhao glanced at the ID.
"It's just a government department anyway."
"Oh, what then?"
"Sir, you've already done a lot of damage here."
"I can afford to pay as much as I want." Chen Zhao replied casually: "I killed him, as long as I don't have to pay with my life, I can afford to pay with any amount of money."
"Sir, I am more of a law enforcement officer. If someone kills someone in front of me, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to explain."
This special agent spoke very carefully. Looking at the changes in the surrounding terrain after the battle, he knew that if Chen Zhao wanted to do something, it would be difficult for him to stop him.
Chen Zhao suddenly smiled: "Of course, we should support the work of law enforcement officers, but in order to avoid his retaliation in the future, can I take some preventive measures?"
"Precautionary measures? You mean banning mana..."
"Yes, physical ban."
(End of chapter)