Small profiteers in the Three Realms

Chapter 487
bang~~~
Accompanied by the sound of collisions and muffled shouts, Morgan flew a hundred meters away like a kite with a broken string.

The sudden scene stunned everyone.

who is it?

Who attacked Morgan?

Who has such strength to severely injure the strong of the Association of Magicians?
With doubts, everyone looked behind.

I saw a fat monk standing there with his palms folded and a smirk on his face!
It is not difficult to judge from his expression, he seems to be very satisfied with the palm just now.

"Don't lie to the monk!!!"

Hobson's eyes were deep and his tone was cold.

"Hey, Hobson, long time no see!"

Monk Bufeng was full of smiles and had a very friendly expression.

At this time, Morgan, who was attacked unexpectedly, got up from the ground and was in a panic.

Leaning on his staff, he vomited a big mouthful of blood, his eyes were filled with indescribable anger and viciousness.

"Damn monk! How dare you hurt me!"

As he spoke, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

Don't lie, the monk has been in the immortal for many years, and his strength is supernatural. Not to mention using all his strength, he also used [-]% of his power in the palm just now.

He thought he could kill Morgan with a single blow.

Unexpectedly, Morgan seemed to be wearing some kind of defensive magic weapon, which dispelled most of his power.

Although it didn't achieve the expected effect, it also severely injured the opponent. At least in a short period of time, Morgan lost his fighting power!
Morgan covered his mouth, coughing up blood.

Blood flowed from the fingers, looking a little miserable.

When the sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, he already knew something was wrong.

But I didn't expect Monk Bulie to be so diligent, this palm was even stronger than before.

If it wasn't for the magic weapon to protect him, what he injured would not be as simple as the lungs, but probably the veins!

Even so, he was having a hard time right now.

The blood was churning, and there was an urge to faint.

Of course, what is more uncomfortable is the heart!

He had a grievance with Monk Bulie, and he thought he could take this opportunity to take revenge. Who would have thought that before the slap of the monk was repaid, the other slap gave him another slap.

For a gray-robed magician, this is simply a great shame!

What's even more exasperating is that after Monk Bulie seriously injured him, he stopped looking at him, but kept watching Hobson vigilantly, obviously not paying attention to him.

Thinking of this, he was filled with grief and anger, and vomited blood again.

Hobson frowned, his thoughts fluctuating.

This stop was the failure of his life!

The key point is that he didn't expect Lin Zheng to be so terrifying.

Although the island country was the best testimony, he didn't take Lin Zhengtai seriously, after all, he was just a young child.

However, reality slapped him hard.

As a price for underestimating the enemy, he lost nearly one-third of his troops.

Of course, these powerhouses who have just been recruited will not make him feel sorry.

What really made him regret was the shattered crystal.

The crystal that condensed the Lord God's power is more precious than any magic weapon in the world, and it shattered like that, he felt very distressed!

The most deadly thing is that the crystal shattering did not get the result he wanted.

Not tricking the monk into joining the battle gave Lin Zheng, who could have died, a chance to breathe.

Fleeting is not good!
But, things have to be resolved!

Thinking of this, Hobson reached into his pocket and faced Monk Bucheng.

Monk Bulie grabbed Lin Zheng, carried it on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "After fighting for so long, everyone is tired, let's rest!"

After all, turn around and leave.

However, Hobson's figure flickered and stopped in front of him, "You can go, but leave him behind!"

"Amitabha!"

Monk Bujiao said very seriously: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda! What's more, little benefactor Lin and I have a predestined relationship!"

"Monk, you are the person I admire the most. If you can join Lord Lord God, you will definitely be appreciated!"

Hobson throws an olive branch again.

Monk Bufeng shook his head: "I only have Buddha in my heart, but no God!"

"Don't you want to be the Buddha that everyone worships?" Hobson asked.

Monk Bujiao chuckled and said, "I think, it's even a dream!"

"There is such a good opportunity right now, don't you want it to slip away?" Hobson persuaded.

Monk Bulie restrained his smile and said, "I know myself! Think about it, do it! I can't become a Buddha!"

"Oh! stupid!"

Hobson said: "The Lord God says you can do it, so you can do it!"

"What is Lord Lord God? How is he so powerful?" Monk Bujiao asked curiously.

Hobson said solemnly: "The lord god is the god who is about to come! He is omnipotent, and his magic power reaches the sky!"

"Could it be that he is more powerful than the Buddha?" Monk Bulie expressed his disbelief.

Hobson laughed, and said, "All gods and Buddhas in the sky have been sealed by him, what do you think is great!"

Hearing this, the monk's complexion changed drastically.

He stared at Hobson and said, "It turns out that the separation of the Three Realms was done by you!"

Hobson said seriously: "Now you know the power of the Lord God! So, join in! The arms of the Lord Lord God are open to you!"

Monk Bufeng shook his head and asked, "Why did he come here?"

Looking up at the sky, Hobson solemnly said: "Purification, enlightenment, and a new era!"

"Purification???" Monk Bujiao's complexion changed.

Hobson said: "Monk, the earth is riddled with holes, and the culprits are those useless people! They are like cancer cells, multiplying, spreading, and making the earth a mess! These people who cannot enlighten themselves do not deserve to live. The resources on earth are only worthy of use by people like you and me!"

These words are like needles, piercing the heart of Monk Bulie!
After becoming immortal, he couldn't ascend to search for the reason.

He guessed that some kind of power must have cut off the connection channel of the Three Realms.

Today's conversation proved his conjecture.

It's just that he never expected that the cause of the disaster came from the Holy See! ! !
"Where does the main god you speak of come from? Who is he?" Monk Bulie asked.

"Do you want to know?"

Hobson took out a bright red fruit from his pocket, handed it over, and said, "Eat it, and you will become one of us. I will tell you everything you want to know without reservation!"

Monk Bufeng looked at the fruit in Hobson's hand with a slightly trembling expression.

He felt an evil breath from the abyss from the fruit.

Violent, bloodthirsty, greedy...

"Amitabha!"

Monk Bujia put his palms together, with a faint golden light emitting from his body, and said, "You have been deceived, it is a demon!"

"Presumptuous! How dare you disrespect Lord God!"

Hobson's eyes were sharp and murderous.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Bufeng recited the Buddha's name again, and looked at Hobson with compassion and pity.

"Put away your compassionate expression!"

Hobson said disdainfully: "In this world, strength is the most important thing, there is no sympathy, only class! I will ask you one last time, do you want to join us?"

(End of this chapter)