I Possessed a Demon Sovereign

Lao Shou intends to delay the monks of Qingliang temple here.

But master mingguan's action is extraordinary.

In terms of the vast land of China, the king of Buddhism and martial arts in the twelfth realm can be regarded as the second master of Buddhism next only to master mingjue, the "sick Maha", and also above the two abbots of Huayan Temple and dizang Buddhist temple.

If the demon monk Mingfa doesn't make the ultimate killing move of "going to hell step by step", he is not the opponent of master mingguan.

This is the abbot of the first Buddhist temple in the vast land of China. Now he is spreading the Mahayana Bodhi divine fist of Qingliang temple. His heart is like a mirror, not stained with dust, and his wisdom is like proving Bodhi.

The enemy is hard to detect his mind, but at the same time, he reflects the subtle changes of his opponent.

Lao Shou has two unique skills: Red Moon claw and he Taiyin claw. He has profound skills, but he can't take advantage of master mingguan.

Master mingguan didn't do anything for himself. He didn't take the initiative to attack. He just unfolded the subtleties of Buddhism and martial arts. The light of the glazed Buddha spread all over the world, forcing Laoshou to retreat.

Other people in Qingliang Temple took the opportunity to evacuate.

One of the old monks was holding a boy about two or three years old.

The boy closed his eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

They crossed the broad river in the lower reaches of the river, then rushed to the mountains on the opposite bank, and prepared to leave.

At this time, the mountain suddenly lit up a Buddha light.

They are the same origin as the monks who were evacuated from Qingliang temple. They are all the lineages of Buddhism, Zen and martial arts in Qingliang temple.

But at this moment, they are fighting with each other.

The light of Buddha shows the eight armed arhat's appearance, which is powerful and grand. The eight Zen sticks strike the monks in Qingliang temple from all directions.

The old monk with the boy in his arms whispered: "Mingjing, you are really stubborn."

The person who blocks the monks from going to Qingliang temple is naturally master Mingjing.

At the moment, facing his former classmates, he is not impatient: "you are the same. We all have our own ideas."

Next to the old monk, a middle-aged monk, who was almost more than two meters tall, dressed in a cassock, angrily denounced: "you're so bold

The middle-aged monk also showed Luo Hanxiang and immediately fought with master Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing was injured by Xie xingmang of Jiange in Shuzhou before.

On the way back to the general altar of the demon cult from Shuzhou, he repeatedly fought with the enemy without air conditioning, which made elder Mingjing's injury not healed.

At present, in the face of the first master of Qingliang temple in the Mesozoic era, the first Zen master in Luohan hall, master Mingjing has no advantage.

The two Arhats collided with each other, and the one who was forced to retreat was the elder of the mirror.

Zen master Zhichen stepped forward.

This tall body, but also gives a mountain general sense of oppression.

"I'll clean up the door today!"

He himself waved a Zen stick, and the giant Luo Hanxiang did the same.

The elder of Mingjing, who was injured, didn't dare to take it hard. He turned the Zen stick into softness and took the opponent's attack to one side.

In the sound of the earthquake, a mountain on the Bank of the river was directly collapsed by Zen master Zhichen's stick.

Zen master Zhichen's attack is ceaseless, and his staff is linked.

Master Mingjing can only give in.

"Master Zhichen, don't fall in love with war. According to the order of the abbot, let's leave here as soon as possible. If we delay, I'm afraid more demons will come." The old monk holding the child said.

Although Zen master Zhichen was not willing, he held back the fire in his heart. After he forced elder Mingjing back again, he planned to leave with others.

But at this time, all of a sudden in front of a flower.

Take a close look, in the crowd, there was a young man with hair on his head.

Young smile harmless, pure and frank: "Xiaoyuan and you have to stay, can't go."

The monks in Qingliang temple were shocked.

"Devil boy?" With a swing of the Zen master's staff, Zhichen knocked down the young man.

At the moment of starting, master mingguan, the abbot, came from afar and yelled: "I'll keep people under me!"

Zen master Zhichen was shocked.

He felt that the abbot did not say this to himself, but to the young man in front of him.

Then, suddenly, he thought of a man.

Just the idea just turned here, the youth in front of him stretched out his hand.

The movement is simple and plain.

It's a straight punch.

Nor does he manifest and condense his own martial will.

Pingping often punches Luo Hanxiang, the Zen master Zhichen, directly.

The golden light flashed, and Luohan stood still.

There's a hole between the chest and abdomen that runs through the front and back.

The young man's fist is like an invincible big gun. The terror focuses on the tip of the gun, pierces Luo Hanxiang, and then stabs Zen master Zhichen.

The Zen master was shocked and almost subconsciously held his horizontal staff in front of his chest.

But the heavy Zen stick made of a hundred alchemy essence is as fragile as a dead tree branch at the moment. It breaks at the touch.

The young man's fist was effortless. After breaking the Zen staff, it hit Zen master Zhichen's chest.Then, just as he had just stabbed luohanxiang, his gun like fist penetrated Zhichen's chest and back.

The monks of Qingliang temple around haven't even come back to their senses. Zhichen, the first Buddhist and Wuwang in the tenth realm of Luohan hall, has already given his life to his enemies.

The only one who has time to respond is master mingguan, the abbot of "due Zun".

At the moment when the young man's fist broke the Zen stick, the Giant Buddha in the distance came with lotus under his feet. He took a few big steps to save Zen master Zhichen.

The Giant Buddha, nearly 100 meters high, is sweeping the sky and blocking the sun.

However, when the young man raised his other hand, there was a hole in the palm of the Buddha's hand.

Vigorous momentum, instant release a clean.

The hundred meter Buddha is staggering backward, and its whole body is full of glass and precious light, which makes it difficult to stabilize the river water. It is like a heavy rain.

The young man's right hand still stayed in the chest of Zen master Zhichen, and then with his body, he appeared in front of the old monk.

With the help of his left hand, the child in the old monk's arms has been carried over.

All the monks in Qingliang Temple couldn't keep up with him, so they were all surprised.

But the boy didn't go on, just smiling at the baby in his arms.

Zen master Zhichen breathed his last breath and stared at the face in front of him.

"You Ghost Dragon Su ye

Su Ye smiles at him kindly.

The right hand in the other's chest shakes.

Then Zen master Zhichen's whole body fell apart and exploded into a blood mist.

The blood mist all splashed back and landed on a mountain peak.

The rock surface of the mountain peak is a picture made of blood.

Su ye took back her right hand, which was not stained with blood, put up a shed in her hand, looked at the painting on the mountain, and whistled: "brother, come and see, this is better than my previous work!"

Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and others appeared.

"Watch out for Xiaoyuan!" Su Wei did not have the good spirit to drink a way.

Su ye turned her head and looked away.

See that the river condensed by the Buddha, completely dissipated.

Instead, the glazed Buddha light on the surface of the river condenses and stands a golden Buddha about 18 Zhang high.

Although the Giant Buddha in Caijiang river is smaller in size, it has a more concise and powerful sense of power.

Master mingguan looks at the blood stained mountain in the distance and looks sad.