My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

So Lin Xiang will never let him go.

When Lin Xiang pushed open the gate of the White Dragon Temple, he put Qingqing in the gatehouse and waited.

"Don't worry, no one dares to trouble you."

Lin Xiang immediately walked up the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain.

The little monks stood there on both sides, with their heads down, chanting words.

When he came to the Daxiong Hall, Lin Xiang met the White Dragon Monk, the host of the White Dragon Temple.

"Amitabha, good is good."

Lin Xiang said impatiently:

"Old monk, you don't want to leave, you dare to play with these fancy intestines in my house."

"Nothing to say."

"It can be seen from this that you are not kind people, so I have to let you leave this place."

"Promoting Buddhism is our responsibility."

"Dharma? Your Dharma really opened my eyes."

Lin Xiang didn't talk nonsense, and was ready to do it directly:

"Let's do it! Today, the White Dragon Temple will definitely be eradicated, and there is only one end for you."

"The benefactor is too domineering; the poor monk has never lost in a fight."

Lin Xiang showed disdain and disdain, and then leaned out to Monk Bailong.

When Monk Bailong saw such an understatement of attack, he couldn't help showing a look of complacency.

"The benefactor is too arrogant."

But the moment Lin Xiang's hand came in front of him, it was so powerful that Monk Bailong felt like a thorn in his back.

A chill ran down my back in horror.

Because the seemingly ordinary hand actually gave him the feeling of being crushed.

It is definitely not the power that a Nascent Soul peak powerhouse should have.

Then, then; it can only be a half-step crossing the catastrophe.

As for crossing the robbery, he couldn't even believe it.

Make full use of moves.

But the moment he touched Lin Xiang's hand, he was smashed to pieces with devastating force.

"It turned out to be half-step crossing the catastrophe."

After Lin Xiang heard Monk Bailong's guess, he couldn't help laughing.

With his narrow knowledge, he only thinks that he has crossed the catastrophe in half a step.

That being the case, let him die with such thoughts!

Lin Xiang immediately threw out another punch.

Monk Bailong retreated again and again, but with his strength, he couldn't escape Lin Xiang's fist.

After dropping it, he only felt that he was too close to death.

Immediately the whole body was shattered.

Smashed like a clay figurine.

"master."

"master."

Those young monks rushed in and saw their master turned into a pile of powder, both sad and frightened.

Seeing this, Lin Xiang snorted coldly:

"Your master is to blame."

Say it!

Throw things on the ground.

"Are you familiar with this thing? This is what your master put in my wife's place."

These young monks naturally recognized this thing, and their faces changed drastically.

"After 30 days, in the land of the Weishui River, I saw a monk and killed one."

After speaking, Lin Xiang was ready to go down the mountain.

A monk asked in grief:

"Why don't we promote Buddhism?"

"You still have the face to promote Buddhism? That thing is your means to promote Buddhism."

The monks had nothing to say.

There are shameless:

"This is just a means to promote Buddhism!"

Lin Xiang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, it was so ridiculous.

"In this case, I will send you to become a Buddha in advance."

With a wave of his hand, the body of the monk who had just spoken was immediately shattered.

All the monks present gasped in cold air into their lungs.

Lin Xiang repeated:

"Within fifteen days, if you don't leave, no one will stay."

After finishing speaking, he left from the Daxiong Palace.