บท 1715: Chapter 1,711. If I don’t go to Hell, who will go to Hell (1/92)

The Buddha’s light burned brightly and instantly filled the entire supreme world.

It turned out that Jingze had somewhat underestimated the monk’s own combat strength. In the long river of history, there had never been a person in the past who could combine the past, present, and future into one.

His heart trembled, and he no longer dared to be careless. He maintained a solemn expression and was filled with wariness.

Monk Jin Deng sat on the Buddha Lotus. Three Balls of Buddha Flames appeared around him and circled around him. His dharma idol was solemn and incomparable.

At the same time, the Buddha Bodhisattva Phantoms that filled the sky appeared behind him like a mirage. Moreover, they were all staring at Jingze and Jingze in front of him with casual gazes.

“Monk, is this all you’ve Got?”Jingze asked. His body didn’t move, but golden lamp felt otherwise.