The old monk's face immediately fell to the bottom of his face. Only in terms of intelligence and ability, I am the first person in history. Seeking remedies from Buddhism is an unreasonable move. For so many years, I have practiced Buddhist martial arts diligently, but it has only made up for the loopholes in my body caused by practicing Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts. It has not fundamentally made up for the martial arts. .
From Huang Shang's words, he knew that he had lost.
When the old monk raised his eyes to look at Huang Shang again, there was a hint of scarlet in his eyes.
Huang Shang suddenly laughed out loud, laughing like crazy, saying: "Buddhism and Taoism cultivation! Buddhism and Taoism cultivation! I only thought you were a Buddhist and Taoism cultivation. It turns out that you also possess evil skills, but I didn't know that you were originally practicing It’s just evil martial arts, it’s better to practice martial arts to evil.”
When Huang Shang stopped laughing and looked at the old monk intently, his pupils were filled with blood and his eyes were completely red, even more red than the old monk.
Huang Shang raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, and his outstretched palm was also blood red.
No matter how advanced the martial arts is, it is still within the realm of human beings. There is currently no one who has become an immortal. Huang Shang's current state was not that of a fairy, but like a demon. The heroes felt that there was a demonic wind blowing on the entire hill, even Li Canghai and Xiao Feng were no exception.
The old monk was finally truly shocked. He stretched out his hand to stop the Shaolin monks: "Don't act rashly."
This battle can be regarded as a battle between supermen, and others have lost any room to intervene.
The old monk recited: "Amitabha!"
Putting his palms together, a huge aura was formed between his palms.
Huang Shang smiled evilly, rushed in, and waved his blood-red palms in a bloody trajectory, smashing the aura between the old monk's palms.
The ultimate annihilation of Da Ziyang, Gu Long's unique skill, versus Jin Yong's combat power.
Huang Shang laughed wildly: "You want to use your power to suppress others, but unfortunately my power is not weaker than yours. Why do you have the power to suppress me?"
The old monk took a step, which was very slow but very steady. He waved his right palm, still very slowly, but the strong wind it brought was pervasive and hit the blanket in the direction of Huang Shang.
Huang Shang knew that with Errao's cultivation, cleverness no longer worked. There was no question of who performed well and who performed poorly, and the so-called experience in facing the enemy was useless. The one who can survive between the two is the one with higher martial arts cultivation.
Huang Shang was not afraid of life and death. He reached out to catch the old monk's palm and held it with both hands. The two of them used the "Star Absorbing Technique" and "Beiming Magic" at the same time.
Gao Rao's ideas were surprisingly consistent, but the results were also surprisingly consistent. Neither of them absorbed the other's internal energy.
The "Yi Jin Jing" is shared by two people, and both of them have thought about how to absorb the internal energy of the Yi Jin Jing.
If Huang Shang only studied this out of boredom, then the old monk knew that the inner strength of the "Yi Jin Jing" had been sucked dry by Huang Shang, and the matter had become urgent.
What Huang Shang thought of, the old monk also thought of. Huang Shang is not the only smart person in the world.
Huang Shang shouted: "I admire it! I admire it!"
He stood in the center of the storm, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his arms. It was the first time for him to exert the power of the thirteen-level Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. Every punch and every palm has the power to open up the ground. The strong wind on the hilltop stirs up the ground with the power of one person.
The old monk's expression was solemn, but he did not hide or avoid it. There were roots under his feet, and his withered arms were glowing with golden light. His whole body was like a golden Buddha.
It's not exciting, you can see clearly every time, there is no change, but every shock makes Quan Zhan frightened, this is a battle that surpasses the gods and Buddhas of Chang Rao.
The old monk is not passively beaten. To defend without attacking is to seek death.
However, the old monk's golden Qigong body seemed to have cracks, and they were getting bigger and bigger. When the golden body shattered, it was the time of his defeat.
The old monk bit his lips tightly. His eyes, which were originally just a little scarlet, became more and more blood-red, and his palms, which were glowing with golden light, began to show blood and turned into purple-gold.
Huang Shang laughed: "You failed! No, it should be Shaolin that failed, it was Buddha that failed. Whether it is Taoism, Buddhism, or demons, with your talent, specialize in one, and it will be easy to reach the top. You want Buddhism and Taoism to complement each other, and seek stability Seeking favor, he began to covet the deterrence of demons. Is there anyone in the world who can reach the pinnacle of the three cultivation tools of Buddhism, Taoism, and demons? Yes, but not you. Now I will show you where you fall short!"
Huang Shang stood on his heels, hugged Tai Chi, and twisted his hands slowly, seeming to be light but actually heavy, rolling up a huge whirlpool. With the old monk's skill, he had to put all his strength on his legs, otherwise there would be The danger of an unstable footing.
Then Huang Shang placed his palms, with a majestic appearance, like Prajna Vajra, opening the stele between the cracked stones, bringing out a feeling of compassion.
The old monk was shocked that his Buddhist cultivation was not inferior to his own. In the cold palm wind, he felt as if he was being touched by the Buddha.
Finally, Huang Shang's eyes glowed scarlet, and became heavier and heavier, as if blood was about to spurt out, and the blood-red fist became larger and larger, like a visitor from hell.
The flames of hell rise into the sky, endless evil ghosts howl, and the Buddhist holy land turns into a ghost domain!
The old monk's eyes widened and he couldn't close his mouth. There was really someone better than him in the world!
Before meeting Huang Shang, the old monk felt that no matter which path he was in, he had already reached the limit of cultivation. He didn't feel that he was biting off more than he could chew. He felt that he had bitten off more than he could chew in every path.
It turns out that it is just the pinnacle of one's own understanding, and there is no end to each path.
The scarlet color in the old monk's eyes faded away, and the Buddha's light flourished, showing his majestic appearance.
Huang Shang shook his head and said: "It's too late, then let you die like a Buddha."
Huang Shang raised his palm and closed his fist, hitting the old monk's Qigong golden body. The ground shook and the golden body shattered with a "click".
The old monk's wide-open eyes closed instantly, and his swollen body sat slumped cross-legged on the ground, clasped his palms together, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
Then he became motionless.
Slowly, the blood on Huang Shang's body also faded. He looks like a private school teacher, peaceful and wise, but his face is a little pale. His originally dark, neatly trimmed beard and hair are covered with a layer of gray, but there are no traces of any physical contact with anyone. The entire hill has also recovered. calm.
Everyone looked at Huang Shang. If he didn't move, no one would dare to move first.
Xiao Yuanshan also only focused on looking at Huang Shang, forgetting that he was the protagonist today and the deep hatred on his body.
Huang Shang was also tired. The old monk was the founder of the Xiaoyao sect, and his skills of more than a hundred years were not easy to tolerate. Huang Shang just wanted to take a good nap at the moment, and no longer wanted to deal with the affairs here.
Huang Shang looked in the direction of Shaolin. The Shaolin monks were uneasy, frightened and did not dare to make any move. Finally, their eyes fell on Murong Bo.
Their eyes met, Murong Bo was slightly dazed, then a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground dead.
Everyone thought he was scared to death.
