The Eight Guardians were silent for a long time.
Golden Buddha, this is just wishful thinking. The souls in your hands have already been refined into part of your body. Would they still have concerns?
They wish to eliminate you directly to prevent you from continuing to harm the human world.
However, the Eight Guardians did not intend to say this.
He feared the punishment of the Golden Buddha.
Soon, the Golden Buddha transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from there.
He sensed an unusual fluctuation and wanted to investigate.
At this point, in the Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas.
Two people burst in directly, feeling terrified seeing the myriad Yin Corpses.
"Senior Brother, is it really okay for us to intrude here so casually?"
"Could we be dealt with directly?"
A charming young lady asked apprehensively.
"No, this is the lair of that Demon Monk."
