Ye Erniang knelt on the ground and prayed: "Mr. Ren, I beg you, please be noble and don't force me anymore."
Ranran didn't say anything, but he raised his hand.
At this moment, a Buddha's name came out: "Amitabha, once you create a cause, there will be a result. Everything started from me. Please accept the mercy of any benefactor."
Randomly said: "The monk finally admitted it?"
Ye Erniang cried: "You...how can you say it, how can you open your mouth..."
Xuanci sighed: "No matter what, I can't watch my child die with my own eyes."
As soon as these words came out, the monks and heroes were all startled!
The next moment, everyone's faces showed expressions of horror, disdain, and astonishment, all of which were indescribable.
Xuanci is the abbot of Shaolin. He has a high moral character and is respected by people in the martial arts community. But who would have thought that this abbot of Shaolin, who is highly virtuous and highly respected, would actually live with Ye Erniang, one of the Four Evil Men, and even give birth to a son.
After a long time, the commotion gradually stopped.
Xuanci spoke slowly and said in his usual voice: "Old donor Xiao, I made a big mistake in the battle of Yanmen Pass. Now I will bear all the consequences!"
After he finished speaking, he turned back to the gray-clothed monk and said, "Murong Bo, old benefactor, that day you falsely conveyed the news that Khitan warriors were coming to my Shaolin to rob martial arts books, which led to all kinds of big mistakes. Now, are you still here?" Don’t you want to reveal your identity?”
The gray-clothed monk gave a long laugh and said, "What a great Abbot Xuanci, you guessed my identity." After saying that, he also pulled down his mask, revealing his true face.
Murong Fu was alternately surprised and said loudly: "Dad, you... you are still alive... so you are not dead?"
Xuanci said: "Murong, old benefactor, you and I have been friends for many years, and I have always respected you as a person. In the past, you sent me a message, and I believed it. Then you killed innocent people by mistake, causing the death of Donor Xiao and his family..."
Before he could finish speaking, Murong Bo said in a sad tone: "Abbott, it's meaningless to say this now. Let's put aside the matters between you and me. The devil kills at will, so I should get rid of the devil first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the monks and heroes fell on Ran Yi again.
Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng looked at each other, separated as to left and right, standing beside Ran Ran, while he looked down at Ye Erniang, smiled slightly, raised his hand and sent the person flying away with a palm.
The man fell three feet away and turned into mud.
Xu Zhu shouted and jumped out: "Mother, mother..."
Xuanci said in a trembling voice: "Why should I commit more crimes if I am a donor?"
Ranyi said calmly: "Ye Erniang became an idiot after remembering her child. For more than 20 years, she has been stealing other people's babies, playing with them, and then directly killing them. Doesn't the monk know?"
Xuanci didn't answer.
He shook his head and sighed softly: "You have always known what Ye Erniang has done, just like what you did thirty years ago, but the monk refuses to say or admit it. If I don't force you today , will you recognize it?"
Xuanci hissed: "Since you have committed evil, you will reap the consequences...what about you, the benefactor?"
Ranran smiled and said: "What's wrong with me?"
Xuanci said: "The incident in Xingzilin triggered the great war in Juxian Village. Let the donor massacre more than 800 people in Juxian Village..."
He interrupted arbitrarily and said, "Just kill me, so what can I do?"
Xuanci said: "Does the donor not know the evil he has committed?"
Ranran shook his head and said: "Ren comes to do whatever he wants. No matter what he does, he doesn't care about right or wrong. As long as his heart is happy, as long as Ren is happy, even if everyone in the world thinks I am wrong, I will do it resolutely."
Xuanji suddenly shouted angrily: "What's the point of this?!"
Ranyi smiled and said: "This is my principle. Since my surname is Yiyi, then everything in the world must be at my will."
As soon as these words came out, the heroes were stunned and in disbelief.
Xuanci said: "Amitabha Buddha, let the Almighty Master do whatever he wants, but it has already attracted the anger of both humans and gods."
Ranyi said calmly: "People in the world only need to do eight words to me: 'Listen to it, let it go, accept it, and endure it.'"
Xuanji said in a trembling voice: "Listen to it, let it go, accept it, and endure it. You can do whatever you want in this world... Devil, don't you take the people of the world into consideration."
Ran Ran glanced at him and said: "You are right, you are all idiots, I have never seen it in my eyes."
Xuanji Qi Luck Dantian shouted loudly: "Jie Arhat Formation!"
Five hundred monks responded in unison: "Join the Arhat Formation!" Red clothes flashed, gray shadows rolled, and the five hundred monks formed a group in the east and a group in the west, surrounding each other...
He glanced at the two people around him and said, "Go ahead, father and son, don't let them run away."
Before the formation was stable, Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng rushed out of the formation...
When Murong Bo saw the two men approaching him, he pulled Murong Fu up, jumped up, and rushed towards the back mountain.
The four of them were unparalleled in martial arts, and their light kung fu was also very impressive. In just a blink of an eye, the four of them were already far away. No matter how much the heroes chased them, they could not catch up with them.
But there are very few people who want to chase them, and there is also the most powerful devil in the world.
There have long been rumors in the Wulin that the Arhat Formation is the largest formation in Shaolin. People in the world have heard about the name of the Arhat Formation for a long time, but for more than a hundred years, Shaolin has never shown it to the world.
Except for the monks of this temple, no one has ever seen the appearance of the Arhat Formation, let alone its power.
At this moment, everyone saw only five hundred monks forming three circles, starting to rotate in reverse and reverse directions. The monks were running like flying, turning faster and faster, and they had turned into numerous figures and sticks.
Seeing the Shaolin Arhat formation, the heroes also drew their weapons...
Suddenly, there was a loud shout that shook the sky and shocked everyone. The monks in the first circle danced stick flowers towards the sky, and the sticks screamed.
Then the stick came out and made various sharp sounds...
Like a lion's roar, a tiger's howl, a wolf's howl, or an eagle's chirp, the stick shadows are heavy, twisting, shaking, and bouncing, and the long stick turns into waves of whirlwind, sweeping away in any direction.
This stick dance is like countless strong winds, and everyone is eclipsed by it.
However, Anyan was calm and composed, and only waited for the strong wind to hit before he drew his sword!
The sound of the sword is clear and sweet.
As soon as the sword came out, the sword light stood up... The speed of this sword was unseen in the world, and the power of this sword was unheard of in the world. It seemed that it had extracted all the essence and all the wonderful skills.
When the sword light flashed brilliantly and quickly into the shadow of the stick in the strong wind, the wind was still and the stick split!
The fishy wind blows in the face, and blood flowers bloom.
He drew his sword and drew it out at will, sweeping the sword across and shattering everyone's souls.
The sword energy attacks people, and the world is filled with a sense of desolation and murder.
The sword light was dazzling, and there was already a bloody storm in the world.
Lift off the ground at will and fly quickly.
In an instant, he had already reached the monks with his sword!
Wherever the sword passed, heads were separated. In just a few breaths, the ground was littered with corpses. Everyone saw him killing people.
Such a ghostly person is terrifying, frightening, and even more terrifying!
No one could catch his sword, and the shadows of sticks whizzed around him. There were Shaolin monks in front of him, behind him, on the left and right, and all around him, all covered with shadows of sticks.
He was clearly surrounded, he was clearly trapped in the formation, but everyone saw a scene of "splitting waves".
What "cracked" was the human wall, what "divided" was the human forest, and it was not him who fell, but them.
Everyone fell down within the reach of the sword, and all the approaching monks were killed by his sword.
