C1830 A Desperate Curse Master

Saint Qiongpa stood in the air, his robes fluttering in the wind.

In his hand, he held the purple gold alms bowl, similarly releasing a brilliant Buddhist light.

When paired with the aura of a reverie in Saint Qiongpa, other than not having his hair shaved, he still felt a little regretful. He looked like a true Buddhism expert in his very life.

For a moment, even Gu Xuan was stunned