It was Zhu Zi’s voice!

"My mind is right! Why don't I dare?"

"At least you are not qualified as a false saint!"

The old man chuckled lightly, and his whole body disappeared in place like a bubble.

The cracks on the statue of Zhu Zi became more and more dense, and then, they finally reached their limit. With a loud noise, they suddenly exploded into countless fragments, shooting out in all directions!

"It's really luck that can't be stopped!"

"A bunch of icon fragments fell from the sky!"

At this time, Yang Fan, who had already secretly sneaked for a long distance in the direction of the Temple of the Four Sages, had tears of excitement almost coming out of the corners of his mouth!

Therefore, he directly inspired the true form of the Black Bodhisattva, using the big sinews as arms and the Baifu Knot as a net bag!

He violently grabbed a handful of the icon fragments, then turned around and ran away without hesitation!

"Golden light from the ground! Wind control! Extreme martial arts speed! Divine foot power! Fuyao magical power!"

One thought and five consecutive thoughts!
Chapter completed!