The Great Daoyuan Calamity Is Here

Qian Ming was completely dumbfounded. Were his senior brothers and sister not too powerful?

He did not have any ability to fight them at all.

He was instantly killed by them in the trial mystic realm.

"Amitabha Buddha, good, good, good. It's rare for us to meet. Why don't you listen to this little monk talk about Buddhism?"

Demon Buddha pressed his palms together.

The corners of Ding Yue and the others' mouths twitched.

"Monk, we are all fellow disciples. Don't do this. It won't work."

Ding Yue waved his hand.

Demon Buddha felt a little regretful that he did not manage to pull his fellow disciples into Buddhism.

"Let's talk about how to deal with the blood fiend race," Qin Ying said.

"My Buddhist light can purify the blood fiends, but..."

"My sword intent can also completely destroy the blood fiends, but..."

They discussed and shared their experiences in dealing with the blood fiend race.