The God Emperor of the Punch and the God Emperor of the Soul Heaven looked extremely ugly. They never thought that the two of them would end up in a crushing defeat.

Mo Yu's strength was stronger than they expected.

What frightened the two even more was that they had a deep hatred between them. If Mo Yu continued to survive, who would know how powerful he would be in the future.

This is a disaster!

The two of them wanted to get rid of Mo Yu, but the agreement was ahead. Even if they wanted to betray the agreement, they would not be able to bear the face for a while.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

Mo Yu's eyes narrowed, "You want to break your promise... I really think that I dare not kill anyone?"

The tyrannical murderous intent erupted in an instant.

The faces of the Emperor of the Punch and Emperor of the Soul Heaven changed drastically, but before they could speak, a sound was heard directly.

"Amitabha! The old monk also wants to fight with fellow Taoist Mo Yu, but I don't know if my friend is willing to agree."

A red cassock, Xu Le's figure suddenly appeared, and a faint Buddha light appeared behind him, making him look solemn in peace and pang Bao's appearance.

Meditation!

Mo Yu frowned, "Who are you?"

"The old monk Xule."

"You recognize the silence?"

"Natural." Xu Le lowered his name and said, "Xu Ming is the old monk's junior brother."

At this point, I have already said it very clearly.

Mo Yu's brows stretched, "The old monk is here today to avenge Xule?" His voice was plain, but his eyes were a little cold.

"The old monk is Xu Le, who raised him since childhood, and has a deep relationship with him, which is comparable to that of a father and son. He has been killed by you until now. The old monk has been unable to let go of his heart. Only by taking the life of a fellow Taoist can you understand this cause and effect. For this reason, you need to contaminate blood on your hands, which is actually the old monk's sin." Xu Le lowered his head and looked compassionate, as if the above was not from his mouth.

Mo Yu shook his head, "When Xu Ming killed his wife and son, he practiced, indicating that he was a monk, he was actually a demon. Moreover, he came to provoke him on his own initiative, and this is also to eliminate the harm of the Secretariat Buddha Sect."

"Everyone who Xu Ming did knows what he did. No matter how fellow Taoist speaks, he cannot shake the old monk's thoughts." Xu Le spoke calmly.

"Hmph! The old monk really thinks that he can kill me? I can kill Xu Ming that day, and I can also kill you today!"

"If you die at the hands of fellow Taoists, it will be considered a kind of liberation. The old monk should return to the Western Paradise."

Mo Yu frowned secretly. This old guy is indeed difficult to deal with.

He was always afraid of meditation, and he spoke just now, and he was determined to anger him, but he didn't want to do anything.

But soon, Mo Yu's heart calmed down and he sneered, "Since that's the case, the old monk will take action!"

The Emperor of the Puji Temple and the Emperor of the Soul Alliance were overjoyed, but they did not expect that Mo Yu would even provoke the Secret Tsang Buddha Sect.

Although they don’t have much contact, they are both superpowers and are still very clear about the terrible terror of meditation.

This old monk Xule was appointed as the Buddha master. His cultivation was profound and unacceptable. He still dared to take action in the situation. I think he was sure of it.

If he could kill Mo Yu successfully, that would be the best!

Just as the two of them were thinking, Xu Le took a deep breath, his thin chest bulged, and he hung a high chant of Buddha, "Amitabha!"

The sound was like thunder, with a powerful shocking power, echoing between the world.

The endless Buddha light gushed out from the body, like the Yangtze River, endless.
Chapter completed!