Chapter 762: The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!
.
"Impossible, how could there be such a mysterious skill in the world!?"
"This kind of method has transcended the category of divine martial arts. It follows the rules and kills both gods and demons. Even if the Buddha comes, he will still be defeated..."
"What is his origin? It's really terrifying!?"
No wonder the holy monks of Shaolin were so shocked. Even the Great Luo Jinxian in the prehistoric world would be penetrated by the Gangqi barrier when faced with the Dharma words of Emperor Liu Hao.
If Liu Hao hadn't had no murderous intention today and temporarily withdrew three-thirds of his true power, this irritable old monk from Luohan Hall would have had his golden body shattered and fled for his life.
"Whoever dares to stop me, let's go up together. It's time to try the wonderful purpose of Shaolin's martial arts."
Liu Hao stood with his hands behind his back, his aura suddenly rising, as if he were an emperor dominating the world, making people have the urge to worship him.
"Since your Majesty insists on doing this, no wonder Shaolin is rude."
"Go together!"
The Shaolin presiding officer Awakening recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, and the other elders from the Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, and the Discipline Academy rushed out together without caring about moral principles.
Fists and palms flew, and strong energy flowed across the air.
All kinds of incredible magical martial arts, inspiring the vast Sanskrit sounds, and integrating Fa Lun, all attacked Liu Hao.
Liu Hao looked indifferent and punched out, which was exactly what Buzhou was doing.
At this moment, the Shaolin earth veins trembled again, and the magic circle formed over thousands of years was on the verge of collapse!
Taking another step, Liu Hao's figure had disappeared into the front hall.
A group of holy monks headed by the abbot of Shaolin retreated again, trampled the green bricks on the ground, and spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Liu Hao looked at him with a majestic gaze, and in an instant, his spiritual will swept away the entire Shaolin Temple for thousands of miles. Sure enough, he found something. In the Sutra Pavilion at the back of the Shaolin Temple, there were three haggard old monks.
Zheng took action together to remove the aftermath of his improper landslide fist seal.
Otherwise, with the combat power of the Shaolin abbot and those elders roughly equivalent to the Golden Immortal realm, they would not be able to withstand the fist seal just now.
Maybe even this majestic palace will collapse.
"Three sweeping monks? It's interesting."
A subtle smile appeared on the corner of Liu Hao's mouth.
As for being able to do so, there is absolutely no one in the entire Central Plains martial arts community who can do better than Shaolin Temple.
No matter which world among the heavens we live in, whenever there is trouble, we must close our gates, ignore worldly affairs, and protect ourselves wisely.
The leader of the White Dao, the messenger who symbolizes light and justice, is nothing worth mentioning in the face of his wealth and life.
These three old monks who live in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple all have the aura of time flowing through their bodies. They have lived for at least thousands of years. To this world of gods and martial arts, they are already living fossils.
"Amitabha!"
The three old monks obviously sensed Liu Hao's spiritual thoughts and spoke slowly from the back mountain. The sound was like a yellow bell, spreading thousands of miles and still lingering around.
Liu Hao's strength caused the entire Shaolin Temple to fall into a state of extreme nervousness and panic. However, upon hearing the sound of the Buddha, it was as if a layer of shackles had been lifted, and everyone relaxed.
"well!"
Only the abbot of Shaolin Temple and Shaolin elders such as Bodhidharma Academy and Luohan Hall knew the inside story and sighed solemnly.
If the Shaolin Temple had not encountered a disaster, these three living fossil-level masters and uncles would never have left the mountain.
Now that these three masters and uncles have come out of the mountain, today's Shaolin, no matter what kind of enemies it faces, is as stable as Mount Tai.
The abbot of Shaolin Awakening also felt confident. He clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor's magical powers are unparalleled in the world. It's a pity that the murderous intention is too strong, which harms the harmony of heaven..."
He also wanted to say something to persuade Liu Hao that the sea of suffering is boundless and that when he turns around, he can only see three haggard monks wearing moon-white monk robes, stepping on the sky and slowly falling down.
With their cultivation in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, it is not difficult to shrink to an inch and travel thousands of miles in an instant.
"No need to say any more, Xiao Suowen, please retreat. You are not able to deal with such an enemy."
One of the old monks, whose white eyebrows dropped to his chest, spoke.
"yes."
The abbot and abbot of Shaolin Temple, Awakening, who was revered as the leader of the White Way in the world, just like an obedient primary school student, retreated obediently.
Only such a senior of the sect who is like a living fossil can call a junior Shaolin Abbot.
"Tianbao, have you ever heard Master say that there are such powerful seniors in Shaolin?"
"I'm afraid even the master doesn't know that there are three living fossil seniors in Shaolin Temple. They are as steady and thick as mountains, as vast as the abyss, and unfathomable!"
Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao secretly exchanged words.
At the same time, there is also a vague expectation in my heart.
One sword can break through thousands of armors. Liu Hao is undoubtedly the most mysterious strong man they have ever encountered. They don't know what the result will be if they face the living fossil that is unique in Shaolin Temple.
"The donor has such magical powers and is able to dominate the world and is unstoppable. Why does he want to embarrass me, Shaolin?"
One of the old monks asked in a serious voice.
"Haha, I don't mean anything else, I'm just looking at you bald donkeys."
Liu Hao smiled calmly, "On the surface, you are sanctimonious, and you keep saying that you are compassionate and considerate of all the people in the world. Now that China is in decline, what have you, the Shaolin Temple, done? It is just hiding in the mountains, like a tortoise."
The three old monks with withered faces moved their eyelids and their expressions changed drastically.
An old monk with a body as strong as a diamond took a step forward with his eyebrows raised, and shouted: "Before the true Buddha, even a man dared to lie!"
His voice was like thunder, his face showed the look of anger and demon subjugation, he carried an open flame on his back, and his left and right hands formed the posture of holding flowers.
Like a Vajra Buddha that is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, it breaks through the void and goes straight to Liu Hao.
The other two old monks, who had a tacit understanding with him, also took action at the same time. One old monk stretched out his hand, with his fingers stretched out, like a dragon in the clouds extending its claws, covering the world.
The last old monk, with his hands in the Prajna Buddha Seal, raised his hands to the sky, and his feet together as if standing on the ground. When a palm fell, the heaven and the earth trembled.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon."
In Liu Hao's eyes, golden and purple light flashed, and his deep voice was like thunder: "I have even killed the real Buddha, you old guys, you are nothing..."
[Stable update, please click to automatically subscribe, please give me rewards, please flowers, please monthly tickets, review votes and other support...] …