Chapter 422

The raging wind destroyed the exquisite Benxin Hall instantly.

But Ye Yu just raised his palm slightly.

Compared to the huge Buddha's fist.

A human palm seemed a bit small.

But immediately after.

A dragon's roar sounded.

A huge golden dragon flew out from behind Ye Yu.

This dragon was no longer a phantom.

But seemed to be a real entity.

A heavy pressure pressed on everyone's heart.

Making Fan Qinghui, who had fallen to the ground, unable to even lift her head.

After the golden dragon appeared, it charged straight at the Buddha.

Starting from the fist, then spreading to the whole body.

The Buddha's figure cracked.

Finally, like a broken vase.

There was no possibility of recovery!

And Master Liaokong, not far away, was directly sent flying.

He fell heavily to the ground.

A mouthful of old blood sprayed out.

If one looked closely.

One would find that Master Liaokong's whole body also had cracks.

Looking extremely terrifying.

"Damn!"

Master Liaokong, who had practiced the Silent Zen for thirty years.