In the end, Jiang Du's Eternal Ring was still not stronger than the silver ball of light. The ball of light suddenly expanded and swallowed the Eternal Ring directly.

Endless silver light quickly covered Jiang Du.

Jiang Du was gasping for air, his eyes were blood red, but he couldn't raise his strength at this time, so he could only use his hands to block in front of him.

However, the expected tragic explosion did not happen.

Jiang Du waited for a while, then slowly removed his palm, and the fake Buddha suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Du.

"Amitabha, the poor monk was just joking before. You two don't have to face each other in life and death. You can all listen to the scriptures under the poor monk's seat."

The fake Buddha said with a smile on his face.

Jiang Du couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands together, and said to the fake Lord Buddha: "Thank you, little monk, Lord Buddha for the rescue."

Suddenly, the fake Buddha's palm suddenly turned into pure gold, with a terrifying hurricane force, as if a slap could wipe out a starry sky, and he slapped Jiang Du's head.

Jiang Du's pupils shrank slightly.

Finally, he calmly lowered his face and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

The Buddha's palm stopped less than an inch from Jiang Du's head. The terrifying hurricane made Jiang Du's face hurt, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Jiang Du's face remained normal.
Chapter completed!