If he doesn't heal his wounds, he will really fall.

That would be embarrassing.

Sit cross-legged.

In the twelve-grade golden lotus above the head, golden light shrouded Tathagata's body. In the golden light, Tathagata's surface injuries began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The thing that emerges from the twelve-grade golden lotus is none other than the power of merit and virtue of Buddhism, which serves as a suppressant of Buddhism.

Most of the merit power of Buddhism is absorbed by the Twelve-grade Golden Lotus. As the contemporary Buddha Lord of Buddhism, this Twelve-grade Golden Lotus naturally fell into the hands of the Tathagata.

With the help of the power of merit, Tathagata's skin injuries quickly recovered. Internal injuries have not yet recovered. According to Tathagata, it is enough to recover from the external injuries.

If the internal injuries recover.

It takes some time.

Then Sun Wutian would never give him such time.

The Tathagata put away the twelve-grade golden lotus, looked up, and met Sun Wutian's eyes.

Sun Wutian said: "Old Tathagata, don't say that I won't give you a chance. Hand over the twelve-grade golden lotus and I will consider letting you live."

"What?"

When Tathagata heard what Sun Wutian said, he looked confused. What kind of operation was this? Sun Wutian asked him to hand over the twelve-grade golden lotus and let him go.

Is this serious?

How sacred is the twelve-grade golden lotus?

He, Sun Wutian, just said a word and left it to him. He is so proud!

Who does he think he is?

Didn’t he seriously hurt his Tathagata?
Chapter completed!