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At this moment, the two black-robed martial monks struggled desperately.
"Buddhist Holy Land, what do you want to do!"
"Stop! The Bodhisattva will not forgive you!"
Hearing this, Li Daocheng simply let go and threw them to the ground.
"Slap, slap, slap!"
In the blink of an eye, the two had been slapped dozens of times.
Buddhist Holy Land?
I hit precisely those like you!
Rubbing his wrist, Li Daocheng gave an evil grin, "Bodhisattva? I don't see any Bodhisattva here. They're like clay Bodhisattvas crossing a river, hardly able to save themselves."
Continuing to pick up the two, Li Daocheng didn't even turn his head, "Xiaolitou, don't just stand there, hurry up and follow, I'll give you a wonderful opportunity."
The two black-robed martial monks seemed to have guessed what he wanted to do, full of terror, yet unable to escape Li Daocheng's grasp.
Upon reaching the original Sanqing Hall, Li Daocheng lightly applied force to press them to the ground.
