Chapter: 3931

"Okay! I promise the benefactor!"

A look of joy flashed in Sakyamuni's eyes. Judging from the power of Ning Qi's punch just now, he knew that if he continued to fight, he might not be the opponent's opponent, but it was easy to catch three punches. He has practiced for many years. Dao Jinshen, let alone three punches, even if it was thirty punches, he still has the confidence to take it hard!

During the period when Ning Qi and Shakya Huijing made a bet, the monks around were basically suppressed by Ning Zi and others. These monks who planned to fish in troubled waters gathered together with panic and pale faces at the moment. , standing Ning Zi four people.

"It's just three punches, it's okay..."

Sakyamuni breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Wuye and the others who had fled far away stopped in surprise and looked over. Maybe they came here last, and they came with the old monk. Ning Zi and the others did not Choosing to attack them, he just glanced at them lightly and ignored them.

"It's ready."

Ning Qi looked at Sakyamuni with a half-smile.

Sakyamuni clasped his hands together, and the golden glow on his body became more and more dazzling, "Monk, I'm ready, please benefactor."

boom!

As soon as Sakyamuni's words fell, Ning Qi's fist had already hit him. Sakyamuni's feet sank deep into the ground, and the person who was hit by this punch moved back dozens of miles, leaving behind Two deep ravines.

At the same time, there was a loud buzzing sound, which spread in all directions in the direction of Ning Qi. Many seriously injured monks heard the loud noise, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again. The golden paper looked at Ning Qi, his eyes were full of horror.

Click...

A crisp sound came from Sakyamuni's body. Everyone raised their eyes and looked at Sakyamuni's appearance in shock. He had turned into a golden Buddha statue, but there were spider web-like gaps on his golden body.

"Uncle Master!"

Shakya Ruye looked at this scene in disbelief, and there was a gap in the golden body, which meant that Shakya Huijing's Supreme Buddha Golden Body Art was about to fail!

Just one punch, one punch can cause such terrible consequences, how can the opponent's strength be so terrifying?

"Continue, second punch!"

The corners of Ning Qi's mouth rose slightly, and his figure disappeared in vain. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Sakyamuni Huijing, with his body like a bow and his fists like arrows. His whole body was full of energy and blood, and a trace of confusion flashed in everyone's eyes , at this moment, what they seemed to see was not Ning Qi, but a terrifying ancient giant beast!

"My Buddha..."

Sakyamuni stared blankly at Ning Qi, a trace of fear flashed from his eyes, before he could pronounce the word compassion, Ning Qi's fist had already landed on him, Sakyamuni He flew upside down in an instant, tumbling in the air, and during the tumbling, pieces of golden fragments fell from his body. After these golden fragments fell to the ground, they seemed to be absorbed by the earth and disappeared without a trace.

boom!

There was a loud noise, and after the smoke cleared, everyone saw an extremely skinny old monk sitting on the ground. From his face, Sakyamuni's appearance could be vaguely seen, but compared with before, Sakyamuni seemed to have been After starving for many years, the flesh and blood on his body disappeared inexplicably, leaving only a layer of skin covering the bones.

"Uncle Master!"

Sakyamuni looked at this scene in a daze, unwilling to believe what he saw in his heart. The current state of his master and uncle was clearly a sign that all his external skills had dissipated after the golden body was shattered. There used to be ancestors in the Jiucha Temple Fighting with others and getting his golden body smashed, not only his cultivation base plummeted, but his lifespan was greatly reduced, and he died of old age in a short time.

The giant ape let out a roar, pulled the chariot and flew to Sakyamuni's side, looking anxiously at Sakyamuni.

"Benefactor, monk, I lost."

Sakyamuni adjusted his breath for a while, opened his eyes, looked at Ning Qi and smiled wryly.

He couldn't even catch the opponent's third punch, and his golden body was smashed in just the second punch. If he didn't know each other, another punch would kill him!

"Old monk, you can go."