Chapter: 2059

The three holy Buddhas discussed on their own, and then each ordered

With a nod, he turned and left.

"Hey! Monk! I said it's okay, what do you mean!"

Xiao Yue'er shouted angrily.

"Don't quibble, the Holy Buddha can tell at a glance whether what you said is true or not, hehe, I didn't expect the Beixuan devil to be a member of the Temple of War God. You have been challenging everywhere these days, and you want to compete with my Three Great Sacred Lands? "

A holy son of the Holy Land of the Qing Emperor sneered, looking at the three of them with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ning Beixuan first killed the horse god, and then the War God Temple took the lead in challenging the sects under the Qing Emperor's Holy Land. The new and old hatreds added up. If the three holy Buddhas of the Reclining Buddha Temple hadn't spoken, he would have shot and killed the three people!

"Forget it, there's no need to talk to him, just let the three of you stay here, and we'll just wait quietly."

Someone said lightly.

"Um."

"Just do it."

All the holy sons smiled slightly, looking at Xiaoyue'er and the other three gloatingly.

Now the nearby believers also understood a little bit, and looked at the three of them with disgust. In their eyes, the Beixuan demon was already the kind of existence that could do all kinds of evil.

"Smash these three little devils to death!"

Some believer suddenly yelled, and afterward, countless stinky shoes, stones, and joss sticks flew directly towards Xiaoyue'er and the three of them, but they couldn't hit them, and were bounced away by the faint golden light outside the three of them.

But these believers still enjoy it, and there is a pleasure of subduing demons and demons in their hearts.

"Sister Yue'er!"

There was a trace of fear in Zuo Ling'er's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, the young master will come to save us."

Xiao Yue'er was extremely angry in her heart, so she still comforted Zuo Ling'er in a low voice at this moment.

"Second sisters, it's useless to be a brother."

Niu Dazhuang was filled with guilt.

As time passed, more and more people heard the news and rushed to the Reclining Buddha Temple, especially those sects that had been challenged by the Temple of War God. The elders brought their disciples and formed a group to come. Under the golden light, there was a look of gloating on his face, and he pointed at the three of them.

"This is the disciple of the Temple of War God?"

"It's not superhuman either."

"Why are they suppressed here?"

"I heard it's related to Beixuan Demon Lord."

"Shh, keep your voice down, I want to call Beixuan Devil, have you forgotten that this is the Temple of the Reclining Buddha? If the monk hears it, be careful to suppress you too."

"Oh, that's true, thank you brother for reminding me."

Time passed day by day, and someone said impatiently: "Why hasn't anyone from the Temple of War God come forward? Is the Beixuan devil afraid?"