The shadow of the Golden Dragon in the sword became clearer and clearer, as if it wanted to come out of the long sword. However, the moment it was about to surge to the tip of the sword, it was held in her palm, and the little dragon's shadow seemed to be restrained by an invisible force.
As the chanting stopped, the Buddha shadow let out a long cry of pain.
The breaking of the huge Golden Palm seemed to have caused some damage to the Buddha's shadow, causing its half-closed eyes to slowly open.
The Buddha shadow was furious!
The corners of 'his' mouth drooped down, and the gentleness and compassion in his eyes turned into anger.
The gentle Maitreya, who had been loving the world a moment ago, seemed to have turned into an angry Vajra in an instant.
'He' raised his drooping hand, and his every movement brought about a huge Hurricane.
His palm was extremely large, and his five fingers flipped in the direction of 'song qingxiao'!
