: 837. If you can’t wait for retribution, you can’t guess.

When Yan Zhao’s song was lifted up, he shot down at a Buddhist monk.
Those Buddhist monks were shocked, and the disciples of the Qing dynasty were a little angry and ruined: "How can you not listen to this person?!"
Yan Zhaoge’s own arbitrariness does not matter. It’s just that, they are too late to leave, they have to be beaten.
The top powerhouses of Buddhism came here, not only blocking Yanzhao songs, but they were also blocked here.
Yan Zhao’s mouth smirked with a smile, and a palm fell, and suddenly the entire head of the Buddha’s warrior was broken!
In the first time when the monk fell, there was a way to Buddha light, rushing out of his body, and then to break open the void.
This Buddha light is not aggressive, nor does it show any powerful strength.
But it completely ignores the power of Yan Zhaoge and swallowing the earth.
It seems that the two sides are at different levels, and even if they meet, they will not touch each other.
Yanzhao song Fan Tianyin's strong palm power, turn around, but in Jinguang's view, it is like illusory and transparent, directly through the palm of the hand.
The power of swallowing the horror of horror, in the face of the unique Buddha light, is also an impractical dream bubble.
Yan Zhaoge believes that even if he takes out the sun print or the evil sword, he can't destroy the Buddha light.
If you can't touch each other, everything is in vain.
But that Buddha's light is by no means an illusion of illusion.
Yan Zhaoge can be sure that as long as this Buddha's light flies away, one moment will immediately pick up a Buddhism powerhouse to come here.
It may be the Buddha of the Buddha who is equal to the Wusheng of the Daomen Xianqiao.
It may also be the top powerhouse equivalent to the Daomen Wusheng Peak, the world's supreme.
It may also be the equivalent of the Buddha Gate, which is the equivalent of the Taoist Gate, and even the Emperor’s Buddha...
According to Sun Zhongda and other disciples of the Qing Dynasty, the higher the other party's cultivation, the faster it comes, and it is not impossible to appear immediately.
The smile of Yan Zhao’s mouth is not diminished. In the palm of his hand, the power suddenly changes, hiding chaos.
The method of the Promise Heavenly Book is run by him. In the chaos, there is no precedence, no farness, no near, the beginning of all things, the end of all things.
Yan Zhaoge then fell to the palm of his hand at that time, and the Buddha's light shook slightly, and he couldn't help but devote himself to chaos and disappeared directly.
The details of this are really only visible to Yan Zhaoge.
Falling in the eyes of other people, they can only see Yan Zhao songs killing the Buddha of the Buddha, and then the Buddha flashes.
When all the Qing dynasty witnesses saw the situation, they all used their hands to help the amount. They sighed in the sky: "The people in the upper bounds of this world have never dealt with the Buddhism, but they still love the moment, but they also hurt us."
However, Gao Qing’s eyes sparkled and looked at Yan Zhao’s song:
Hey, you are a good person.

The same door next to her was full of laughter: "Sister, he is so happy, we are all miserable, and quickly leave here to return to Biyoutian. We have no time to probe the abnormality of the mountain in the distance."
"Now I only hope that the Buddhism strongmen who are coming to the country will not be too high, so we still have time and a few opportunities to separate."
As I said, I saw the Yan and Zhao singers slap in the palm of their hand and killed one after another.
This is the heart of the heartbeat of the Qing dynasty, a person who looks at this scene, but also twitching.
Those Buddhist monks and martial artists have settled down and watched Yan Zhaoge with a look of bliss.
Let the young monk who was separated from Beiming calmly said: "Poverty is in the same door, not afraid of death. Death is only the beginning of life."
"The removal of the industry newspaper, the strange land, can be separated from the world."
"And the donor, you commit such a big sin, sink into the magic, and naturally there will be retribution."
The young monk’s face showed a smile:
The donor’s retribution is in front of you, and you have to wait.

Yan Zhaoge also smiled and said: "You don't have to worry about me, or worry about yourself. The other thieves are all solved because they have already given birth to you."
"I want to come from your mouth, I can get more things I want to know."
"Of course, I believe that you will not easily open your mouth." Yan Zhao sings and smiles: "But it doesn't matter, I have time and ways to let you open your mouth."
The young monk shook his head: "You are whimsical, do you think these few descendants are scaring you?"
He slowly said: "The poor people have said that the donor's retribution is in front of him."
"Oh? I will wait and see." Yan Zhaoge said, with a palm of his hand, and then the brains of a Buddhist monk were smashed, and the eyes of the people around him were all jumping.
In the Qing Dynasty, the descendants of the pulse repeatedly shook their heads and turned and left.
Gao Qing left with the door, and before the walk, he waved his hand at Yanzhao song: "This brother, come back to Biyoutian with us, and enter the Biyoutian before the top of the Buddha's top, the other's clues will be broken. It is."
"Good intentions, but don't worry about me." Yan Zhaoge smiled indifferently and suddenly asked: "Dare to ask Zeng Zulongquan, but surnamed Long?"
Gao Qing replied: "Yes."
Yan Zhao Ge Qidao: "The descendants of Xuanhuang and Longquan Emperor are all high with the Xuanhuang surname?"
Gao Qing shook his head and looked at it for granted: "Of course not. I have an uncle who is a long-time father."
Yan Zhao’s song can’t be laughed and laughed:
The former Fu Ting used this to imply that Longquan the Great entered the hustle and bustle. Why didn’t you explain it?

Gao Qingyi said: "Is she alluding to this? She asked me why my surname is high. Then I said that I am the surname of my family. I followed my grandfather's surname, my grandfather followed my grandmother's surname, and did not ask. The thing of my uncle's pulse."
"Later she seems to be unconvinced about the strength of my great-grandfather's cultivation, then I will argue with her about this matter, and it has nothing to do with the uncle's pulse."
Gao Qing snorted and looked unhappy: "The original Fu sister is like this."
The disciples of the Qing dynasty next to her are all looking like a sullen look.
There were too many things in the past, and they haven’t had time to pay attention to this matter with Gao Qing.
At this time, I had to take the unhappy Gao Qing and quickly left.
Yan Zhao song thoughtfully, watching them go back.
After returning to the gods, Yan Zhao song smiled and looked at the young monk: "Well, now it is our turn to have a good chat."
The young monk said indifferently: "Does the donor really have this leisure now?"
Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "Wait, you can't see it? But, light is not interesting, let's wait and talk."
After all, direct pointing at the young man’s eyebrows.
The color of pain flashed through the eyes of young people.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
The willpower and endurance of the Buddhist monks are extremely powerful, and many ordinary people can't stand the painful punishment. This young monk has always insisted on persisting.
However, the biggest motivation he insists on is the hope of survival.
He believes that persistence will not last long, and the top powerhouse will arrive at it. At that time, Yan Zhaoge will not be able to survive.
Who knows, wait, wait, time goes by, but there is no movement.
The incredible expression on the face of the young monks is gradually unable to contain.
After such a long time passed, even if he was a Buddhist monk who was repaired, he would have come to investigate after receiving the death of the following people!
How could anyone not see it now? (To be continued.)