At this time, Canaan's cassock was broken in many places and he looked very embarrassed.
It's just that compared to what Wang Ye saw last time, Canaan is a little less impetuous now, and the temperament of always showing off has disappeared.
His eyes were full of determination, like an ascetic.
It seems that he has made many changes during this period of time. Was it because the last blow was too severe?
Wang Ye sighed a little.
Then Xiaosi and Xiaowu rushed forward.
"Wang Ye!"
Seeing Wang Ye from a distance, Canaan's expression changed and he was filled with anger. However, after seeing Xiao Wu and Xiao Si behind Wang Ye, he couldn't help but cursed: "What kind of group of people are there again?"
"If you are a man, challenge me to a duel!"
As he spoke, Canaan stepped back without hesitation, turned around and ran away without even the thought of resisting.
The last time I was besieged by a group of people, the shadow was too great.
"Okay, you can challenge a group of us!"
Wang Ye said calmly, wrote the word "Zhen" in the void, and stamped it on Canaan's back.
Feeling the energy fluctuation behind him, Canaan subconsciously twisted his body, narrowly dodging the Zhenzi, but in response, his body froze for a second.
In just one second, Xiaosi caught up to Canaan and blocked his way.
And, his hand touched Canaan’s bald head.
"Keep alive!"
Wang Ye was startled and hurriedly stopped him!
This Canaan is indeed a talented person, and he is well-deserved to be called a disciple of Buddha in the Buddhist country!
In just a few short months, his strength has improved rapidly. This is still a Buddhist skill.
but...
Not enough.
Compared to Canaan, Wang Ye progressed faster.
Even his opponents are no longer the younger generation...
So, very sadly, Canaan found that he was like a Mianyang among the tigers. He could not defeat any of these three guys!
What's even more shameful is that obviously these three beasts can crush him, but...
Still insist on group attack!
For a moment, Canaan was so heartbroken that he even gave up the idea of struggling completely, his eyes filled with confusion.
Own...
Wrong?
Since returning to the ancient domain, he has always believed that the reason why he could not defeat many with one at that time was because he was not strong enough!
When you have absolute strength, no matter how many enemies you have, they can only be wiped out in a snap!
so...
He kept going deep into the wasteland, looking for various ghosts to hone himself!
Sure enough, his strength improved rapidly and his self-confidence came back...
But the scene before him destroyed all his hopes.
He had always thought that the reason why those people besieged him was that they were not sure of a single fight. They were a group of small soldiers who forcibly surrounded him as a general.
But, that doesn't seem to be the case.
These so-called little soldiers have improved faster and more powerfully than themselves.
It was like a group of generals, making bold moves and grinning ferociously... surrounded themselves, a small soldier, and tortured them to death.
Canaan's heart was filled with despair, and he allowed Xiao Wu to take the dark iron chains, tie him up in circles, and hang them on the plaque that read 'Xiao'an Temple' like a trophy.
He was like bacon, hanging in the air, swaying... and swaying as the breeze blew by.
Wang Ye was satisfied and walked at the front.
This time.
Completely complete.
I believe that the value of information a Buddhist disciple knows is much higher than that of spies.
Moreover, this represents the face of the Buddhist country.
After it is squeezed dry and the news spreads, no matter how high the price is, the Buddhist Kingdom will redeem it.
Otherwise, you will become a laughing stock.
…
At this time, the Buddhist Kingdom was completely in ruins.
Countless believers watched helplessly as the holy land in their hearts was eroded by countless ghosts.
The middle-aged man in black looked like a murderer, like a madman, shouting "kill, kill, kill" and smashed countless bald heads.
For a time, the Buddhist kingdom was stained with blood.
At dawn, the sun rises and a glimmer of light appears in the sky.
But this glimmer of light was reflected by the blood as a red color, so alluring.
finally...
Deep in the magnificent temple on the top of the mountain, there was a sudden sigh, and the voice was a little old.
"Amitabha!"
An old monk who lost his eyes walked out of the temple with a golden light emitting from his body.
It's just that the aura in his body is extremely unstable.
His expression looked very helpless, with a hint of anger.
"Recovering early is a shame for me, Buddha."
The old monk clasped his hands together and let out a long sigh. A golden shadow of a giant Buddha appeared behind him. The Buddha's shadow was missing its eyes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be himself!
As the giant Buddha appears, lotus flowers bloom and cover Foshan.
Those ghosts dissipated one after another with shrill screams, and even the real king-level ghosts could not avoid it.
Only the middle-aged man in black robes, the red light in his eyes gradually faded and regained some sense, but he still looked very confused. After taking a deep look at the old monk, he snorted coldly and disappeared.
After everything was done, the old monk's face instantly turned pale, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
The Buddha image behind him was completely blown to pieces!
"Have seen my Buddha."
A group of monks looked at the old monk excitedly, clasped their hands in worship.
But the old monk shook his head: "Today, my Buddha's throne is shattered and I no longer call myself Buddha."
"From now on, I will become a Bodhisattva with great virtues."
As the voice fell, a bodhisattva silhouette appeared again behind him, but it was very blurry and barely formed.
"Amitabha."
Many monks chanted the name of the Buddha together again.
"I barely wake up, but my Buddha mind is unstable. I need to retreat for thirty-six days to stabilize my Buddha mind."
"Anyone who owes me the Buddha's kingdom karma must pay it back after thirty-six days!"
As the voice fell, the old monk turned around and returned to the temple. The temple door was closed tightly, and the phantom of the Bodhisattva wrapped the temple and did not allow anyone to enter.
The injured monks calmly collected the many corpses on the ground and returned to their temples.
The next day.
Take stock of losses.
When I saw the temples that had been looted one after another, the Sutra Pavilion...
The Buddhist kingdom is furious!
When we make a sound to the outside world, we must investigate to the end, find the root cause, and kill them to repay the cause and effect.
And the initiator of all this has already led Canaan and wandered into Shangjing City.
