Chapter 91

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

But Master Mingguan made a move that was extraordinary.

The Buddhist Martial King of the twelfth realm, in terms of the entire vast land of Shenzhou, can also be regarded as the second master of Buddhism after "Bing Maha" Master Mingjue, and he is among the abbots of Huayan Temple and Dizang Temple superior.

If the demon monk Mingfa did not step out of hell, the ultimate ultimate move to die with the enemy, he would not be an opponent of Master Mingguan.

The abbot of the No. 1 Buddhist Temple in Shenzhou Haotu unfolded the Mahayana Bodhi Fist passed down from Qingliang Temple at this moment.

While it is difficult for the enemy to detect his thoughts, he reflects every subtle change of the opponent in his heart.

Lao Shou is also the two masters of Chiyuetian Remnant Claw and Taiyin Breaking Sun Claw. He has profound skills, but he can't take advantage of Master Mingguan.

Master Mingguan did not take the initiative for his own sake, but unfolded the subtleties of Buddhist martial arts, and the glazed Buddha's light spread all over the world, forcing his old age to retreat.

Others in Qingliang Temple took the opportunity to evacuate.

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

The boy's eyes were closed and he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

They crossed the wide river in the lower reaches of the big river, and then rushed towards the mountains on the opposite bank, crossing the mountains and ridges, preparing to leave.

At this moment, a piece of Buddha's light suddenly lit up in the mountains.

They are of the same origin as the evacuated monks, and they are all the direct descendants of Qingliang Temple's Dharma, Zen and Wu Zhengzong.

However, at this moment, they are fighting in the same room.

The Buddha's light manifested the appearance of an eight-armed arhat, mighty and majestic, and the eight Zen sticks struck at the monks of Qingliang Temple from all directions.

The old monk holding the boy whispered the Buddha's name: "Ming Jing, you are really obsessed with obsession."

The person who blocked the way of the monks in Qingliang Temple was naturally Elder Mingjing.

Facing his former fellow disciples at this moment, he was neither impatient nor impetuous: "It's the same with everyone, everyone is just obsessed with something."

Beside the old monk, a middle-aged monk who was almost two meters tall, wearing a cassock, scolded angrily: "You are so brave!"

The middle-aged monk also manifested the appearance of an arhat, and immediately fought with Elder Ming Jing.

Elder Mingjing was in Shuzhou to relieve Xingmang's injury for Jiange.

On the way back to the main altar of the Demon Cult from Shuzhou, he fought against the enemy repeatedly and had no air conditioning, which made Elder Mingjing's injuries never heal.

Right now, facing the No. 1 Mesozoic Master of Qingliang Temple, the No. 1 Chan Master Zhi'an in Luohan Hall, Elder Ming Jing has no upper hand.

The two arhats collided with each other, and the one who was forced to retreat was the elder Ming Jing.

Zen master Zhi'an took a step forward.

The already tall body gave people a mountain-like sense of oppression.

"The poor monk will clean up the door today!"

He himself is waving his Zen stick, and the giant arhat figure is doing the same.

Elder Ming Jing, who was injured, did not dare to take it hard, and the Zen staff in his hand turned from fierceness to softness, and deflected the opponent's attack aside.

Amidst the loud noise, a mountain peak on the bank of the great river was directly knocked down by Zen Master Zhi An with a stick.

Zen master Zhi'an kept on attacking, and his stick made a series of attacks.

Elder Mingjing could only back down.

"Nephew Zhi'an, don't love to fight. According to the order of the abbot, let's leave this place as soon as possible. If we delay, I'm afraid more demons will come." Said the old monk who was holding the child.

Although Zen master Zhi'an was unwilling, he suppressed the ignorance in his heart, and after forcing Elder Mingjing to retreat again, he planned to evacuate with the others.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes suddenly blurred.

Taking a closer look, there was a boy with disheveled hair out of thin air in the crowd.

The young man's smile was harmless to humans and animals, pure and hearty: "Xiao Yuan and you must stay, we cannot leave."

The monks in Qingliang Temple were shocked.

"Demon bastard?" Zen Master Zhi'an swung his staff and knocked the boy down on the head.

The moment he started, Master Mingguan, the abbot, shouted anxiously from a distance: "Keep people!"

Zen master Zhi'an was startled.

He felt that the abbot was not speaking to himself, but to the young man in front of him.

Then, he suddenly remembered a person.

It's just that as soon as the thought turned here, the boy in front of him stretched out his hand.

The action is simple and unpretentious.

Just a straight punch.

It is also not seen that he manifested and condensed his martial arts will.

Ping Ping often punched, but directly pierced Zen Master Zhi'an's arhat appearance.

The golden light flickered, and the arhat, who was several feet tall, froze in place.

A hole was opened between the chest and abdomen, running through the front and back.

The boy's fist was like an invincible gun, the terrifying edge concentrated on the tip of the gun, piercing through the arhat, and then stabbing Zen master Zhi'an.

Zen Master Zhi'an turned pale with fright, almost subconsciously holding his stick in front of his chest.

But the heavy Zen staff made of hundreds of alchemy essences is as fragile as a dead tree branch at this moment, and it will break at the touch of a touch.

The boy's fist effortlessly broke the Zen staff and hit Zen Master Zhi'an on the chest.

Then, just like piercing the face of Arhat just now, the spear-like fist pierced Zen Master Zhi'an's chest and back.

The monks in the surrounding Qingliang Temple hadn't even come to their senses. The head of their own Arhat Hall, the tenth-level Buddhist Wu Wang Zhi'an, was already at the mercy of his opponent.

The only person who was able to respond in time was the abbot "Honorable Du'er" Master Mingguan.

At the moment when the young man's fist broke the Zen stick, lotuses grew under the feet of the great Buddha transformed by the flood in the distance. He rushed over in a few strides and slapped down with his palm to save Zen Master An.

The nearly 100-meter-high giant Buddha rushes forward, overwhelming the mountains and seas, covering the sky and the sun.

However, when the boy raised his other hand upwards, a hole appeared in the Buddha's palm.

The majestic momentum is instantly vented.

The 100-meter Buddha staggered back, and the glazed light kept shaking all over his body. The river water that condensed his body was difficult to stabilize, and kept falling down, like a heavy rain.

The young man's right hand still stayed in Zen Master Zhi'an's chest, and then he took his body and appeared in front of the old monk like a ghost.

With a flick of the left hand, the child in the old monk's arms has been carried.

All the monks in Qingliang Temple couldn't keep up with his speed, so they were all startled at this moment.

The boy didn't continue to attack, but just looked at the child in his arms with a smile.

Zen Master Zhi'an gasped for his last breath, staring at the outrageously young face in front of him.

"You...'Ghost Dragon'...Su Ye?"

Su Ye smiled kindly at him.

The right hand inserted into the opponent's chest shook.

Then Zen Master Zhi'an was torn apart and exploded into a blood mist.

The blood mist splashed backwards and landed on a mountain peak.

On the rocky surface of the mountain peak, there was a picture formed by blood.

Su Ye withdrew his right hand, which was not stained with blood, and set up an awning. Looking at the painting on the mountain peak, he whistled: "Brother, come and see, this is better than my previous work!"

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

"Pay attention to Xiao Yuan!" Su Wei shouted angrily.

Su Ye turned to look.

I saw the giant Buddha condensed by the river water completely dissipated.

Instead, there is a condensed glazed Buddha light on the river surface, and a golden Buddha about eighteen feet high stands up.

Although it is smaller than the Buddha transformed by Jiangshui just now, its sense of power is more concise and powerful.

Master Mingguan looked at the blood-stained mountain in the distance, with a look of sorrow on his face.