The amount of waste in the world is mainly against the sky

Chapter 1327 Dustless Monk
"Xie Zun, Mr. Mu Han, I want to kill you and avenge Luqi!" The blood lotus monk ignored his own injuries, stood up unsteadily, and stuck his trembling fingers into the storage bag.

"Oops!" Mu Han exclaimed when he saw this.

Obviously, the blood lotus monk wanted to use his blood lotus seeds!
It was too late, and soon, on the hands of the blood lotus monk, there were already some red, round, little finger-sized things, which were the extremely powerful blood lotus seeds!

The most important thing is that in order to avenge Luqi, the blood lotus monk has completely lost his mind.

Therefore, the blood lotus seeds he took out at this moment were not just one, but... a handful!
Seeing that the blood lotus monk took out more than a dozen blood lotus seeds at once, Mu Han felt the hairs stand on end on his back!

In this case, I don't know how far away I need to retreat to be safe.

What made her even more troublesome was that even if she and Xuanyuan Longyin could escape, what about He Lanjuan?What about the three women who are still in a coma? !

At this extremely critical moment, there was a voice chanting the Buddha's name in the sky: "Amitabha!"

A faint golden cloud floated from the sky.

On the floating cloud, stood a young monk in a magnolia-colored cassock.

Although the monk didn't look very old, he was born with the aura of heavenly treasures, which looked like spring flowers and autumn moons and beautiful jade from a distance.

The monk called out the Buddha's name, and while reciting the Buddhist Sanskrit Heart Sutra, he made lotus flowers with his hands and formed complicated knots. Suddenly he closed his palms, closed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Vajra lotus seal, start!"

Mu Han saw that under the blood lotus seeds sacrificed by the blood lotus monk, a golden lotus suddenly bloomed out of thin air.

The golden petals overlapped and slowly closed, wrapping the blood lotus seeds sacrificed by the blood lotus monk in the translucent golden petals.

Even Mu Han could feel that the restless blood lotus seeds gradually calmed down under the wrapping of those golden petals, like a child who has been comforted.Even the disturbing red light on the blood lotus seeds gradually subsided.

The golden lotus wrapped in blood lotus seeds flew into the hands of the young monk, and he took it somewhere.

"Wuchen, is that you?!" The blood lotus monk narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Wu Nian, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. You, stop." Monk Wuchen said calmly.

"Stop?! You said it so briskly! If I stop, doesn't it mean that I have to give up everything I have now, and go back to live with you guys? What's more, if I stop, others will owe you If I lost mine, how can I get it back?!"

As the blood lotus monk spoke, he glanced at the place where Mu Han and Xuanyuan Longyin were standing with his eyes poisoned.

Sensing Xuelian Monk's eyes full of resentment, Mu Han felt that if he could stand up at this moment, he would definitely rush up without hesitation and break her neck.

"All the fame and wealth are just a fleeting moment, and the seductive beauty is just a pink skull. You say that others owe you, but you don't know that it's not because of your own evil and bitter fruit." Monk Wuchen shook his head, his eyes full of compassion He glanced at the blood lotus monk and sighed.

　First more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)