"Sahaha, Mahavali wins Karaye, Sahaha, Namo drinks Luo Da, Naduoluaye..."
While reciting sutras, the deceased master radiated his own perception along with his skills, and had already captured the approximate number of enemies taking action.
There are currently a total of eighteen people taking action, all of them are top-notch masters. Some of them have a arrogant, aloof and cunning aura, which is quite distinctive. They all seem to have been famous in the evil way for a long time.
It is a pity that there are currently more than 500 monks in Shaolin, but the number of first-class masters is only 14.
The deceased master meditated in his heart.
More than half a month ago, the old master of Weizhou Tiandu Dojo posted a message saying that he would hold a golden basin hand washing conference on his eightieth birthday. Junior Brother Pingshi, as a first-rate master, led twelve disciples to attend the meeting on behalf of Shaolin.
Two junior brothers, Pingkong and Pinghu, and three junior nephews, Shengxuan, Shengde and Shengchen, were invited by the White Horse Temple in Luoyang three months ago to go to Dunhuang to retrieve a batch of scriptures. There will be at least two more. It will take about a month to come back.
If all these people are here tonight and lead the disciples to form an array to assist, not only can they be as secure as a mountain, but they may also be able to take advantage of the opportunity to capture some evil heretics.
When counting the manpower, the deceased master did not include himself and the coriander.
Not counting Gu Lanxiang, it was because of the angry evil energy in her body.
In the view of the deceased master, I don’t know how sinister a person must be to be able to practice such a vicious evil skill, and then forcibly impart it to a chivalrous girl. Gu Lanxiang is too innocent.
But no matter what, having such demonic power in one's body is always a big worry. If after she takes action, something unexpected happens and she goes completely crazy, the trouble will only be even greater.
As for why the deceased master himself was not included, he knew it well - if this group of people dared to invade Shaolin, they must have some means to deal with him, the master. For example, the weird flying horse just now was obviously still hiding in the dark. of manpower, never showed up.
Although there are many thoughts in my heart, and many thoughts spin and die, they only happen in a blink of an eye.
The Master of the Past had just thought of this when he felt a strange aura coming towards him quickly.
He flicked his left hand to the side, and his wide sleeves swept out like an iron plate, just in time to collide with a fist that pierced the air.
Boom! ! !
A muffled sound shook the dust.
The figure of the person who punched stepped back slightly, revealing his true appearance.
Sun Ling's face doesn't look too old, but he has thick eyebrows and a wide mouth, and his muscles are swollen. His body is made of rough cloth, which is wrapped in a strong muscular structure.
Especially when he clenched his fingers into fists, his shoulders were slightly hunched, and his trapezius muscles were so developed that even his neck was covered up by the bulging muscles on both sides.
This kind of body shape can directly bring about a fierce texture that overwhelms other weak humans from the source.
"Old bald man, you keep thinking about it, you keep saying it, you are so rude, why don't you try to use your mouth to block my fist!!"
The young and energetic Samsara showed an arrogant smile and raised his fist.
There was a loud cracking sound in the air.
The moving figure cut straight cracks into the masonry floor.
Others are like grass, but I am like iron, others are like nails, but I am like a hammer, others' sinews and bones are like dry paper, but I am full of swords! !
This is the self-confidence that practitioners of "Nandou Holy Fist" must cultivate.
With this confidence that was so full that it radiated from every pore, Sun Ling looked towards the deceased master.
His fist was the tip of a hot and smoking knife.
The deceased master turned his body slightly to one side, using seemingly slow and leisurely movements to unreasonably avoid the extremely fast jab.
The moment he passed by, Sun Ling's body twisted, and a small area of the stone brick he stepped on was ground into powder and scattered around. The fingers that were originally clenched into a fist suddenly flicked outwards, rubbing the palms like knives, turning around and killing again.
The air in front of the deceased master was cut with white traces visible to the naked eye, slanted vertically and horizontally, and chaotically intertwined. He stepped back step by step and praised in his mouth: "Good boxing skills!!"
"Although the moves are simple, the moves in the fists are unheard of and unseen. They are domineering, but also upright. Their fierceness and sharpness are not inferior to Lao Na's Vajra Fist."
"Little benefactor, it is so rare that you have such boxing skills at such a young age. Why do you want to get involved with these evil demons for some reason?"
Sun Ling's voice was wild: "The reason? Don't get me wrong, I am not on par with them. Among the people who want to destroy your Shaolin Temple today, I am the leader and the leader."
"As long as something like Shaolin exists, it will either be destroyed or beaten. This is the will of the universe!"
As he spoke, Sun Ling's momentum grew higher and higher. He also found that his basic moves could not put any pressure on the old monk opposite him, so he suddenly retracted his sword.
Hide your hands on your waist, point your toes on the ground, and keep your waist and hips back.
The Secret of Nandou Holy Fist: Thousand-Headed Dragon Strike!
Sun Ling's whole body movements changed, and his center of gravity moved forward, as if his whole body suddenly turned into a poisonous dragon that woke up from a squatting state and swooped away.
And this poisonous dragon has hundreds of dragon heads that can bite the body, break bones, and take away flesh and blood.
In an instant, Sun Ling's arms seemed to have lengthened, and countless afterimages erupted, filling the air. Each gesture was slightly different, whether it was grabbing, chopping, punching, palming, or beating. or prick.
These wonderful gestures compress the surrounding air and turn it into a cold wind. And because of the flow of the wind, a huge suction force is emitted in the moment of punching, forming a circle that the deceased master cannot avoid. It can be avoided, the deadly realm that is swallowed up and shattered into pieces.
Faced with such profound secrets of boxing, the deceased master could no longer maintain his previous leisurely retreating posture.
His cassock, sleeves, even eyebrows and earlobes were pulled forward by the strong wind, and his slightly raised vision was filled with the afterimages of countless gestures that were blasted madly.
When the punch fell, the Shaolin abbot stood on tiptoe with his feet in gray and black monk shoes, as if he was finally going to go with the wind.
Boom——
In front of the Main Hall, the bricks and stones in the center of the square fell apart, exploding into a large cloud of yellow smoke.
Then, a dust wave like an earth dragon rushed out from the smoke to the west.
Sun Ling's eyes were blank, and he was in a daze caused by the extreme gap. He felt that his punches failed, and a huge force bombarded his chest.
This force pressed him down and knocked him to the ground, crushing the bricks and stones. The force still lingered, forcing his body to slide out from the bottom of the broken pit, and smashed several more bricks and stones. , plowing a long ravine and bringing up a wave of dust.
"Namo Amitabha!"
The deceased master waved his sleeves to push away the smoke and dust. He lowered his head and looked down. He had long eyebrows and big ears, but his eyes were shining with a captivating light.
He still stepped on Sun Ling's chest with one foot.
"Since there are no hard feelings, let's forget about the politeness. Where is the person who released those horses just now? Where is the real leader of your night attack on Shaolin?"
Only then did Sun Ling react. He was shocked and angry: "You...vomited!"
As soon as he said a word, the foot pressing on his chest put a little more force. The terrifying pressure felt like a slowly pressing mountain, crushing his proud body. Severe deformation.
It was as if even the pain in the chest and five internal organs was suppressed by this formidable force, unable to reach the brain. However, the smell of blood flowed endlessly into the throat, bringing a more terrifying feeling than simple pain.
The deceased abbot said: "I have been good to people for a long time, but after all, I am a Buddhist, and I have to learn the Buddhist scriptures about the eighteen hells. If the donor persists in his evil and refuses to reveal the truth, I am afraid he will sink into hell. "
Sun Ling's mouth was bleeding, he raised his eyebrows angrily, and bared his teeth in a sinister smile: "Then have you ever heard that Tathagata Buddha is also afraid of scorpions?"
The deceased master's eyebrows suddenly moved, and with a strong movement from his feet, his figure flashed away.
There was a dull and loud bang, and Sun Ling's body sank more than two feet under the force. The dust spread out, the earth and rocks at the edges were squeezed and bulged, and the surrounding broken bricks were turned over.
With Sun Ling's body as the center, this depression mark with a diameter of more than ten meters looks like a huge broken lotus.
The man embedded in the center suddenly moved, stiffly broke out from the broken bricks and stones, and stood suddenly.
The Master of the Past twitched his eyebrows and showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost. His feet on the ground were already missing one shoe.
A long tail poked out from behind Sun Ling's waist. The sections were black and shiny, and the tip was full and sharp, like an enlarged scorpion tail.
There is also a monk's shoe tattooed on the tip of its tail.
When the deceased master used force to retreat, a big hole was blown out of his heart. His heart should have been shattered, and the scene behind him could be seen through the hole, but at this time, dense white bones quickly crisscrossed the wound. seal.
This boxer, who was already full of muscles, has swelled a bit again. His feet have become thick and rough, and his toes have pierced his shoes. His upper body has undergone drastic changes at the skeletal level. His spine and ribs are all undergoing drastic changes. Twisted furcation proliferation.
Compared with human bone structure, his current body shape is full of deformed and majestic beauty, and two strong arms protruded from under his ribs on both sides.
The devil with six arms and scorpion tail also had carapace-like material growing from his neck to the sides of his face, and his eyes had turned into completely golden vertical pupils.
"Amitabha!!!"
The master of the past life looked at the man in front of him and changed in an instant, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is there really a demon in the world?!"
"Demon? Baldhead, you are wrong again!"
Sun Ling's six arms were spread out, his fangs turned out, and his confidence was blazing, "I am an awakened person born from the flesh and blood of demons, but I am above the demons!"
"Didn't you feel good about pretending just now? Come and try my Nandou secrets again——"
Nan Dou Holy Fist, six arms, kills a thousand dragons!
This time, it wasn't as if the arms were lengthened, but the six arms were actually lengthened several times.
As Sun Ling's figure moved, fist shadows filled the sky that almost occupied half of the square.
The strong wind roared, causing tiles to fly in the surrounding halls. The futons in the hall flew out, gravel and dust were rolled up together, and many marks were scratched on the pillars, and the red paint was mottled.
………………
call! ! ! !
A faint whirlwind of dust rushed up in the square in front of the Main Hall, higher than the height of the surrounding palaces and pavilions.
Many people in the Shaolin Temple who were fighting fiercely noticed this scene.
Between the towers and the forest behind the mountain, Sumu looked at the other end and took in this scenery.
Sun Ling is the main battle member of their team. Although he has not yet reached the four-star level, he has undergone the demon flesh and blood suture transformation surgery from the world of "Big Sword". After completely releasing the demon energy, he can transform into an awakened one - -Essentially, it becomes a creature that has the same cannibalistic habits as a monster, but its combat power is far superior to that of ordinary monsters.
His spirit, muscles and hematopoietic ability have also been blessed by Su Mu's corpse refining method and Fux's blood magic. He can survive decapitation, regenerate severed limbs, bleed like a river, and his body recovery ability is far beyond the realm of possibility. It exceeds the knowledge of the strong indigenous people in this martial arts world.
Su Mu was confident that even if Shao Lingxiao were to confront Sun Ling, as long as he didn't move his sword, he wouldn't be able to completely kill him or get rid of him in a short time.
Everyone's attention was attracted by the battle, and the master was restrained, so Su Mu could slowly implement his plan.
He put his hand on his waist and took out a strange copper lamp from the Small Universe Bag.
The base of this copper lamp was yellow, like five big-headed ghosts with shrunken limbs, hugging each other. There were five groups of scarlet light on the lamp. When he pinched it with his fingers, it turned into five ghosts with weird smiles. Like a human being, the lower body is like smoke.
This is a five-ghost transporting spell. The five ghosts come out together and can escape through walls and steal dead objects.
Five ghosts came and went like the wind, and in a moment, shriveled monk corpses were brought out from the ground. After the ghosts left the body, the corpses returned to their true nature and fell to the ground.
This pagoda forest is the burial place of Shaolin monks.
Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, after the death of a monk in the Central Plains, if he was superb in Buddhism but not in cultivation, he would be cremated into ashes, pick up a few bones and put them in an altar together, and bury them in a cave. Build a tomb tower on it.
But if a person who has entered the realm of a first-class master will not rot for ten years after death, and there is no special explanation when dying, then the body will not be sent for cremation, but the body will be directly put into a jar and buried. here.
After Su Mu directed the ghost shadow to move out the corpses, he opened the small Qiankun bag around his waist and took away the corpses of the monks one after another.
There was a little joy between his brows, but his eyes were still looking closely at the five ghost figures, and he would occasionally use incantations to urge them. It was obvious that he still had a bigger goal that he was not satisfied with.
Over the years, if the masters of Laojun Mountain felt that their time was coming, they would travel around the world or even go boating on the sea. No one knew where they died.
In contrast, as long as the Shaolin masters did not die without intact bodies, they would be buried in Tallinn.
In Su Mu's opinion, that is the best corpse refining material that can be found in this world.
Five ghost figures wandered between the tomb towers, and suddenly they all cried out in pain, turned into scarlet light, and returned to the copper lamp.
Su Mu's eyes lit up, he put away the copper lamp, walked towards the single-story stone tower with dense eaves, and waved a black thread in his hand.
The tomb tower was like floating soil and dry sand, cut into pieces by black lines. It fell to the ground and scattered, and soon a large tank in the crypt was revealed.
Su Mu cut off the lid of the large vat, and inside sat a lifelike monk with sparse eyebrows and a rosy complexion.
After being dead for so many years, there are no traces of atrophy of flesh and blood on his body, and there is even a little bit of true energy, which remains in the Dantian meridians and circulates on its own.
The five ghost figures just now were scared away by this pure and masculine Buddhist power when they tried to attach themselves to the old monk's body.
"Okay, okay."
Just as Su Mu was about to open the Small Universe Bag, a bamboo stick hit him on the back of the head.
With a bang, the black smoke dissipated, a scarecrow was smashed to pieces by a bamboo stick, and Sumu's figure disappeared.
Gu Lanxiang had already expected it. She held the stick in her right hand and pulled off the red rope relic from her neck with her left hand. Her thin eyelashes lowered and her mind settled in meditation.
The relic bloomed with pale white light, and its magic power formed a colorless sphere that expanded at the same speed as light, covering the surrounding area within thirty-three meters.
The relics of eminent monks from the world of Xingyue contain a Zen magic power that can release the forbidden magic barrier, and are especially good at restraining evil ghosts.
On the tomb tower in the southeast, a mass of black energy emerged. With a bang, it twisted and broke open, revealing the dark-colored Taoist standing on the top of the tower.
In a world of martial arts, Su Mu suddenly encountered a spell-like ability, but he just happened to restrain himself. Su Mu's mind was spinning, and he had already guessed the origin of the opponent.
But the look of surprise on his face had not yet faded away.
I saw a stick flying across the sky.
The relics of Gulanxiang in his left hand and the stick in his right hand surged forward with true energy and hit him on the head.
