Chapter 475

"Tat-tat-tat!"

"RPG!"

"Boom—"

The people from Funiu Mountain had come out of the Buddhist Exhibition Hall and launched a fierce attack.

After a Dragon-Tiger Battle, the senior and junior brothers from Wolf Mountain Temple and the Daoist Priest tacitly reached an agreement: neither side would make things hard for the other, and everyone would go their separate ways.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!"

The Warrior Monks from Baoguang Temple were the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Leave one team behind to clear out the survivors outside. Search the bodies carefully while you're at it, and see if you can find anything. The rest of you follow me into the exhibition hall. Link up with the people inside, kill everyone left, and take the Golden Prayer Wheel."

Everything was exactly the same as the top-tier, top-tier, top-tier, top-tier, top-tier previous Rollback, developing according to its predetermined track of fate.

"Boom—"

Flames shot into the sky as the exhibition hall was blasted apart by explosives.

Old Monk Kongwen's vicious tongue lashed Monk Bujian until the Great Monk trembled all over with rage.

The Golden Prayer Wheel still rolled over beside He Zhao. Unfortunately, because it had already absorbed the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra once, nothing miraculous happened this time.

Next, the Flame Palm that blotted out the sky and covered the moon appeared.

Wang Bo arrived at the critical moment, scattering the blazing flames manifested by Monk Bujian's hand seal with wild laughter.

Truth be told, although the head of Shangyang City Bufa Temple's Family Branch had advanced from Guru to Dharmapala and looked impossible to defeat, with a huge gap in strength between the two...

In reality, he was strong on the outside and hollow within. If Monk Bujian had fought with his life on the line and squeezed the