C955 Monk Hua

Monk Jiu Er

Monk Baoxiang's facial expression finally became serious. The Buddha Light that protected his body was expanding and contracting. Under the biting cold light of the light, it broke into pieces and turned into golden light that kept flying in the sky.

"Eat my Touching Flower Buddha Finger!" Monk Baoxiang saw that he could only defend and not attack, so he shouted loudly