The figure that reappeared in the light was a monk!

This monk is nine feet tall, handsome and handsome. He is dressed in moon-white monk robes. His eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and as clear as the clear springs in the cold valley. People can only take one look at it and fall into it unconsciously.

There is also a string of rosary beads hanging on his neck. Each rosary is about the size of a baby's fist, a total of eighteen beads. They are strung together with a gold thread and look completely different from ordinary beads.

"Amitabha!"

The monk whispered the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and slowly said: "I am just a fallen leaf in the turbulent world, a speck of dust in the endless sea. It's okay not to say the name of the Dharma!"

"Hmph! Hiding your head and showing your tail, if you have the guts to sneak up on me, why don't you dare to tell me your name!"

Murong Hanqiu snorted coldly and said: "I can make a rough guess even if you don't tell me. There are only a dozen Buddhist monks in Antarctic Immortal Continent who can enter the realm of transformation, and most of them are in Luo Tian Sect. And what you just used

The magical power is definitely not from the Luo Tian Sect, nor is it from the people I know, could it be."

When Murong Hanqiu said this, he suddenly fell silent again, as if he had thought of something, and he looked thoughtful.

"Haha, why is the donor so persistent? Since you insist on knowing the name of the poor monk, why not just call me 'Wugesheng'!"

"Rootless?" Murong Hanqiu raised his brows slightly, and suddenly smiled: "Do you think you are a lost dog?"

"Yes, yes! The poor monk has been wandering for half his life. He is indeed a 'lost dog'. It is true as the donor said!" The monk in white clapped his hands and smiled.

"you!"

Murong Hanqiu was not good at arguing, and the monk in white was so slippery that she couldn't figure out the other person's details for a while.

At this time, another heart-wrenching pain came from the back of her heart, making Murong Hanqiu's face even paler. Although she suppressed the injuries in her body with her extremely powerful skills, the punch the monk had just delivered should not be underestimated.

Until now, the Buddhist fist energy was still flowing in the meridians in her body, turning into countless small streams, churning through her body and causing constant chaos.

If it were normal times, she would just have to sit cross-legged and do the exercises on the spot for half a cup of tea to force these punches out of the body, but at this time it was absolutely impossible.

Although the monk in white looks very casual on the surface, even standing there chatting and laughing, in fact all of her energy is locked by this person. As long as she makes the slightest move, she will immediately give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of her!

However, one thing that is fortunate is that although he was hit by a punch, he also used the "Zombie Divine Light" to fight back at the critical moment.

The "divine light that transforms corpses" is extremely sinister. Even though the monk in white had just lost his limbs and regenerated them, it was only on the surface. The real "divine light that transformed corpses" had already sneaked into the meridians, constantly eating away at this person's vitality.

The monk had obviously discovered this. The reason why he didn't take action immediately and still stood there talking to her was because he also wanted to use his kung fu to suppress the injuries in his body.

The two of them maintained a delicate balance for a while. No one was willing to take action first. At this time, they heard the monk in white chuckle and say:
Chapter completed!