Wang Lang was in pain for these fake monks. The black and thin monk said mercy to me, but he didn't see any compassion at all. He kicked the fake monk, and his skills guaranteed the realm of creation.

These fake monks, monks wearing glasses, are in the hall realm, and the rest are first-class masters, and they are all garbage in front of this black and thin monk.

The black-skinned monk is still showing mercy, otherwise he could really beat these garbage out of shit.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, is it a fool? Is it hard?" The black-skinned monk lowered his head and asked slowly at the fake monk wearing glasses.

"Treat." The fake monk was in pain and knew that he had fallen into a master today, so he could only follow the black and thin monk's, so he might suffer less.

"Amitabha, I am merciful and know how hard I do it. Why not be so hard? Why not let me save you." The black-skinned monk kicked you lightly without saying a word. The monk wearing glasses slid out on the ground. The ground was like a hot dog squeezed into tomato sauce, pulling out a long red line.

The remaining few were panicked. This was a bit fierce and he was exhausted by kicking people.

The black-skinned monk lowered his head and asked another fake monk, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, is it a fool? Is it painful?"

Another person also saw what happened just now, and knew that he would end up wearing glasses. He was so cautious and said, "No, no."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. You are so stupid that you are not bitter. Then you should be even more free."

As he spoke, the black-skinned monk kicked, and the fake monk spat out a mouthful of blood, folded his body into half and slid towards the distance, and finally hit the platform on the side of the road and stopped.

The black-skinned monk lowered his head and asked the third monk, "Amitabha Buddha, I am merciful, are you crazy? Is it painful?"

The third monk was almost crying. He would be saved from the fucking pain or not. This black and thin monk was really going to be reborn after being saved. He was still merciful to me, Buddha, how could he be merciful?

"Sometimes it is bitter sometimes it is not bitter." The third monk made a fool of himself.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. This child is really a fool, but he doesn't know it. It's better to save you." After saying that, the black-skinned monk kicked.

The third fake monk flew away.

The black-skinned monk slowly stepped in front of the fourth fake monk.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I am infatuated, and I am not suffering."

The fourth fake monk made up his mind and closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Amitabha, I am merciful, so foolish, stubborn, and unconscious, and I am free from the spot."

As he spoke, he was saved from the same place.

The remaining two have wet their pants.

The black-skinned monk walked towards the fifth one. The fifth monk struggled to get up and knelt in front of the black-skinned monk, "Master, I was wrong, I knew I was wrong, please let me go, I was deceived by them. I know I was wrong now, I really know I was wrong, can you let me go? I will definitely regret my reform in the future. I will repent for the first half of my life, please let me go."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful and is saved in the same place."

The fifth monk was saved from the spot before he could finish his repentance.

Wang Lang was thrusting at the chrysanthemum not far away. He was so fierce that he was a little cute one. He couldn't get back to the realm of this skill peak, and it was difficult to fake the realm of fortune. This black and thin monk was absolutely forcing the realm of fortune. I don't know the specific level. Wang Lang had not reached that point yet, so he couldn't tell it. Therefore, he could only compare it with what he had encountered before.

The last fake monk was already crying as if he was sifted. When the monk Hei Skin walked over, he turned around and kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

The black monk still had the same line, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I am crazy, is it painful?"

The fake monk really cried.

I'm bitter, your mother, I'm eating delicious and spicy food every day, but now it's bitter. How do I know if it's bitter? The five buddies in front are still alive and dead now. Why do you tell me if it's bitter?

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. If you don't answer, you will be suffering. Since you are suffering, you will be saved."

Then he was saved again.

A bunch of security guards scared the black and thin monk silly.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, the world is in a cool and cold state, people's hearts are not the same, all sentient beings are suffering. I am all the monks save you all, and you are all the foolish, and I am all the monks save you all." The black-skinned monk spoke softly.

Everyone was scared and a group of security guards turned around and ran away. The world was so cold that Pudu suddenly became cold. This black and thin monk was too shameless. He came up and made several masters die without saying a word.

The remaining students who watched the fun thought they had made money after not leaving, but now it seems that they have made money. In order to watch the fun, they have to pay their lives.

A group of uncomfortable ones.

Although the security guards were wet with their pants, they at least ran away. Several students were still young and were already scared. When did they see such a scene, they were so scared that they could no longer pull their legs.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, is it a fool? Is it hard?" The black-skinned monk approached one of the students and spoke slowly.

The student fainted when he had eyes rolled, and he felt a lot of feces and urine in his crotch.

The black-skinned monk was about to save the student watching the fun.

At the critical moment, Wang Lang, not far away, suddenly shouted, "Hao! Monk Black! Can you dare to save me."

The black and thin monk turned around suddenly.

Wang Lang felt that the black and thin monk's eyes seemed to be substantial, and he directly stung Wang Lang.

Wang Lang only felt a black shadow in front of him magnify in an instant. With his instinct, Wang Lang jumped back.

clang!

If the crisp sound of steel fighting came from beside him, Wang Lang saw that the lamp pole as thick as a bowl beside him was slapped by the thin black monk.

Wang Lang turned around and ran away.

"Oh my god! You're alive! You're alive! Help! Oh my god! You're alive! You're alive!"

Wang Lang shouted while running.

If the scene was not appropriate, Li Changqing and Chu Lele not far away could have been amused by Wang Lang's slutty look.

The black-skinned monk jumped behind Wang Lang and reached behind him, reaching out to grab Wang Lang's collar. Unexpectedly, Wang Lang's movements were magical. It seemed that the upper body could run first, and he stretched his neck forward, barely avoiding the black-skinned monk's claws.

"Oh my god! You're dead for a young age! It's amazing! The monk killed someone! Help! The poor and helpless security guard was chased by the monk!" Wang Lang shouted in a loud voice.

The black-skinned monk followed behind expressionlessly, folding his hands together, "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I am only reborn, not killing people, why do you want to run away? Wait for me to release you in place."

"Oh my god! You're dead!"
Chapter completed!