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

But Master Mingguan took action and was extraordinary.

The twelfth level of Buddhism, the martial king of Buddhism, is second only to Master Mingjue, who is the second most important Buddhist master at the Huayan Temple and the Ksitigarbha Zen Temple.

If the demon monk Mingfa does not use the ultimate killing move of Hell, which is a battle with the enemy, he will not be an opponent of Master Mingguan.

The abbot of the first Buddhist temple in Haotu, Shenzhou, has now used the Mahayana Bodhi Kung Fu, the direct transmission of Qingliang Temple. His heart is like a mirror, without dust, and his wisdom is perfectly enlightened, as if he has attained Bodhi.

While the enemy is unable to detect his thoughts, it reflects the little changes of the opponent in his heart.

Lao Shou has two unique skills, including Red Moon Heaven Remnant Claws, and has profound skills, but he cannot take advantage of Master Mingguan.

Master Mingguan did not take the initiative to attack, but just unfolded the exquisiteness of Buddhist martial arts. The glazed Buddha light spread throughout the world, so that Lao Shou could only retreat.

Others from Qingliang Temple took the opportunity to evacuate.

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

The boy's eyes closed and seemed to fall asleep.

They crossed the wide river surface in the lower reaches of the river, then rushed to the other side of the mountain, crossing the mountains and ridges to prepare to leave.

Just then, a Buddha's light suddenly lit up in the mountains.

They are of the same clan and origin as the evacuated monks, and they are all the original teachings of the Buddhist Dharma, Zen and Martial Arts in Qingliang Temple.

However, at this moment, he was in a fight with the same room.

The Buddha's light manifests the appearance of the eight-armed Arhat, which is powerful and grand. Eight Zen Staffs are attacking the monks of Qingliang Temple from all directions.

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

The person who blocks the monks of Qingliang Temple will naturally be Elder Mingjing.

At this moment, facing his former classmates, he was not anxious or impatient: "Everyone is the same, everyone is just obsessed with it."

Next to the old monk, a middle-aged monk who was almost over two meters tall, wore a cassock and scolded him angrily: "What a bold evil man!"

The middle-aged monk also manifested himself as an arhat and immediately fought with Elder Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing was injured by Jie Xingmang in Shuzhou before.

On the way back to the Demon Cult's headquarters from Shuzhou, he fought against the enemy one after another, without air conditioning, which prevented Elder Mingjing's injuries from being healed.

Below is the best master of the Middle Zodiac in Qingliang Temple, the first Zen Master Zhichen in the Arhat Hall, and Elder Mingjing is not at the forefront.

The two arhats met each other and were forced to retreat were the ones who were obviously Elder Ming Mirror.

Zen Master Zhichen took a step forward.

The already tall body gives people a feeling of oppression like a mountain.

"I will clear the portal today!"

He himself waved the Zen Staff, and the huge Arhat's appearance also had the same movement.

Elder Mingjing, who was injured, dared not take it hard. The Zen Staff in his hand turned into a gentle gentleness, leading the opponent's attack to the side.

With the sound of shocking the sky, a mountain on the bank of the river was directly knocked down by Zen Master Zhichen with a staff.

Zen Master Zhichen kept attacking and his staff made a series of sticks.

Elder Mingjing could only give in.

"Mr. Zhichen, don't be in love with the battle. According to the abbot's order, we will leave this place as soon as possible and delay. I'm afraid more demons will come." The old monk holding the child said.

Although Zen Master Zhichen was unwilling to accept it, he suppressed the fire in his heart. After forcing Elder Mingjing to retreat again, he planned to evacuate with others.

But at this moment, a sudden burst of flowers appeared in front of everyone.

After careful look, there was a boy with disheveled hair in the crowd.

The boy smiled harmlessly, innocent and cheerful: "Xiaoyuan and you both must stay, not leave."

The monks in Qingliang Temple were shocked.

"Devil's Cub?" Zen Master Zhichen waved his Zen Staff and knocked him down at the young man.

The moment he took action, the abbot Master Mingguan came from afar and shouted loudly: "Keep people under his command!"

Zen Master Zhichen was shocked.

He felt that the abbot said not to him, but to the boy in front of him.

Then, he suddenly remembered someone.

Just as the thought turned here, the boy in front of him stretched out his hand.

Simple and simple movements.

It's just a straight punch.

He was not seen to manifest himself and condense his martial will.

He usually punched Zen Master Zhichen's Arhat appearance.

The golden light flashed, and the Arhat serpent several feet high stood there.

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

The boy's fist was like an invincible gun, with a terrifying edge concentrated at the tip of the gun, piercing the Arhat face, and then stabbing at Zen Master Zhichen.

Zen Master Zhichen was shocked and almost subconsciously blocked his chest.

But the heavy Zen staff formed by the alchemy essence is now fragile like a dead branch, breaking at one touch.

The boy's fist was effortless, and after breaking the Zen staff, he stopped Zen Master Chen's chest.

Then, just like the Arhat's appearance just now, the fist like a gun pierced through Zen Master Zhichen's chest and back.

Before the monks around Qingliang Temple even came to their senses, the head of their Arhat Hall, Zhichen, the Buddhist King of Buddhism at the tenth level, was already in his hands.

The only person who had time to react was the abbot, Master Mingguan.

The moment the boy broke his Zen stick with his fist, a lotus was born under the foot of the big Buddha transformed from a flood in the distance. He rushed over in a few big strides and slapped his palm down to save Zen Master Zhichen.

The big Buddha nearly a hundred meters high rushed over, with its momentum overwhelming seas, covering the sky and the sun.

However, the boy raised his other hand upwards, and a hole appeared in the palm of the Buddha.

The majestic momentum is instantly released.

The hundred-meter Buddha staggered back, and the glazed treasure light on his body kept shaking. The river water that condensed his body was difficult to stabilize and kept sprinkling down, as if it was a heavy rain.

The young man's right hand was still stuck in Zen Master Zhichen's chest, and then he appeared in front of the old monk with his body as if he was elusive.

With a snatch of his left hand, the child in the old monk's arms was already brought over.

The monks of Qingliang Temple could not keep up with his speed at all, and then they were all shocked.

The boy did not continue to take action, but just looked at the child in his arms with a smile.

Zen Master Zhichen gasped for the last breath and stared at the outrageously young face in front of him.

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

Su Ye smiled at him kindly.

The right hand that penetrated into the other person's chest shook.

Then Zen Master Zhichen broke into pieces and exploded into a blood mist.

All the blood mists splashed back and fell on a mountain.

The rocky surface of the mountain was composed of blood.

Su Ye took back his right hand, which was not stained with blood, put on a pergola, looked at the paintings on the mountain from afar, and whistled: "Brother, come and see, this is better than my previous work!"

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

"Be careful of Xiaoyuan!" Su Wei shouted angrily.

Su Ye turned around and looked.

I saw the great Buddha condensed by the river completely dissipated.

The one who replaces it is the glazed Buddha light condensed on the river surface, and a golden Buddha about 18 meters tall has been erected.

Although it is smaller than the size of the big Buddha transformed by the river just now, its sense of power is more concise and powerful.
Chapter completed!