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In different places, people in Jiangnan sit and watch the excitement, eating spiritual fruits, enjoying a very leisurely life.
There's no need for any stirring up trouble; this little bald guy is hated on his own.
This is truly inhumane.
"Waaaaah, help me, Yu!"
Chapter 155 Holy Land, Your Ancestral Graves Are Gone
Looking at it, Jiangnan had to admit that the sincere little monk was truly remarkable.
This half-saint's power is no less than that of the Golden-Winged Roc King.
It's hard to say who would win in his battle against the Golden-Winged Roc King.
The Golden-Winged Roc King is arrogant and powerful, but he has only recently broken through to the next level.
This monk has many tricks up his sleeve and a lot of stuff.
Its whole body shimmered with Buddhist light; it could be Maitreya, Vajra, Bodhisattva, ancient Buddha, golden body... It could do everything. In a moment, it was like a golden magic weapon, a round ball, rushing around trying to escape.
However, they were all driven back.
Even a group of saints would have to temporarily avoid his sharp edge, so this bald man is no exception.
They're getting increasingly disheveled, but they have so many trump cards up their sleeves, one after another, they just won't die.
Even though he looked disheveled, his injuries weren't actually that serious.
If a saint were surrounded and attacked by so many people inside, he would probably be seriously injured.
Although these sages were not from the same family, they each harbored their own ulterior motives.
However, with so many deadly moves, the continuous destructive impact becomes difficult to withstand.
A sage is powerful enough to detect every flaw.
Even the slightest flaw could lead to its explosion or suppression.
Jiangnan had long sensed that this bald man was extraordinary.
Now is the perfect time to analyze and comprehend it.
With so many trump cards, if we stall a bit longer, we can easily suppress them later.
Otherwise, they might suddenly run away.
This bald guy is incredibly cunning and ruthless, yet he pretends to be honest and harmless.
Well, Jiangnan was pretty much the same as An Daye before.
That's called wisdom, but that bald guy is a trap.
The supernatural powers and methods of Buddhism are also extraordinary, and they all rely on the power of faith.
Jiangnan, who likes the way of fighting, dislikes this path very much.
The way of battle is to be invincible.
The power of faith is found in all living beings.
It's almost certain that this bald guy is the reincarnation of the unscrupulous Taoist priest Duan De.
He's definitely not bald.
That's how it got turned out—to swindle or dig up things from the Buddhist community.
I actually collected quite a lot for him.
Many of the Buddhist ritual implements that were thrown out, some of which looked ordinary, were blocked by the sacred power.
Temporary power is more effective than divine weapons.
But it's only temporary. It contains the power of faith, and it will be normal once it's been used up.
Occasionally, it can even enter a state of divine restriction.
However, it only happens occasionally.
It seems he probably didn't obtain the ultimate techniques of the Heavenly Venerable who had transcended tribulations in his previous life.
The secret of the character "临" is the foundation of the state of divine prohibition.
Let's analyze the plays we watch in Jiangnan.
We'll analyze the little bald guy, and also the saints who took action.
Once they return to the Saint level and reach the same level, they can all be suppressed and killed.
He's not afraid of a one-on-one fight now, but dealing with so many people is a bit difficult.
The sky darkened, the void shattered, and from the depths of chaos and darkness, they fought their way to the heavens and then returned.
The little bald boy was yelling and his bald head was radiating golden light, which annoyed the old guys, who then deliberately slapped his bald head.
I get annoyed just seeing that bald guy.
They've used baldness as a magic weapon to trick them several times.
The little bald boy kept making trouble, launching attacks one after another, baring his teeth and trying to escape.
"Amitabha Buddha, you bastards, why are you chasing me? Why are you chasing that damned brat?"
"I can get angry too, believe me or not, I'll rob your ancestral graves..."
"Hehe, I was just joking to lighten the mood, isn't it funny?"
"You're still coming? I really went... Awooo... You old bastard, I'll remember you. I went to your ancestral grave last time. I know where it is. Your ancestral grave is gone."
"Still not convinced, old man? I'm talking to you. When you die, I'll rob your grave too."
"Amitabha Buddha, I'm so sorry, I actually got angry, that's very bad..."
"Hehe, I just acted impulsively. I was just kidding..."
"You little bald monk, die!" The old men all looked at each other with displeasure.
"Oh my god, I'm going to die..."
"Help!" The little bald man's bald head was repeatedly hit, his Buddha-light was in disarray, and he became more and more disheveled, repeatedly tumbling back.
That bald guy is really tough.
He was surrounded by a Buddha-like aura, imbued with the power of faith, and his tortoise-shell-like body always protected him from vital points.
Although it was like a big golden ball, being kicked around.
That way, they could still launch a counterattack or two and even try to escape.
The sages each had their own thoughts. This bald man was just as detestable as that boy from Jiangnan, and was hated by many. One of them wanted to kill him.
Also, this bald guy seems to have a lot of secrets, even more than that kid.
They all wanted to hold it down and slice it off for analysis.
Furthermore, Buddhist practices, which were once taboo, have gradually fallen out of use over time.
This bald guy also knows a lot.
Everyone wanted to take a look.
If we run into each other, we won't be polite.
The bald guy really knows how to attract hatred; the old men became even angrier and chased after him relentlessly.
The next moment, they followed and fought their way down below.
The little bald head, like a round ball, crashed into the bottom of the crater.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Complex array patterns soared into the sky, exuding an ancient chill, surging and violent, terrifying beyond compare.
Several sages changed color and immediately tried to retreat, but it was already getting late.
"Haha, you old guys, we've been putting up with you for a long time."
"I told you I'm not someone to be trifled with. You've got the wrong idea, yet you still insist on chasing after me."
"Feeling good now?"
"Do you know what my profession is? My profession is tomb raiding, specializing in raiding all kinds of big tombs. I'm most familiar with the array patterns and killing intent in this quasi-emperor ancient tomb."
“I’m not just kidding, I’ll rob your entire family’s ancestral graves later.”
"You little bald monk, you deserve to die."
"A mere incomplete killing formation dares to try and defeat us? Break it!" At the Saint level, they are all true masters, fearless of anything.
They remained arrogant and attacked fiercely, trying to break the array.
Then they captured the little monk.
However, they underestimated this array pattern. It was left behind by an ancient quasi-emperor, who was far stronger than a saint.
He is the closest being to the Great Emperor.