Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Dharma House.

The black demonic energy covered the sky and madly shrouded the earth in all directions. All Shaolin Temple disciples who were attacked by the demonic energy were all mentally disturbed and quickly sinking.

In the depths of the rich black demonic energy, a faint Buddha's light was slowly burning like a candle.

The Buddha's light was misty, trying his best to resist the black demonic energy.

But obviously, the Buddha's light will not last long. Once the Buddha's light is extinguished, the Shaolin Temple will be reduced to a world of demons.

"Old man Huiwen, give it up, you will never imagine how terrifying the power of the Demon Buddha is!"

Truth is slow.

Now that all the heads of the Shaolin Temple have lost their resistance, Abbot Huiwen can't hold on for long, and the truth is already in his heart.

"Fortunately, I led several heads and abbots to Damo Academy. Otherwise, once someone leaves, the Shaolin Temple's heritage will be used, and the destruction of the Shaolin Temple may not be so smooth."

The genuine look flashed a hint of pride.

As a major martial arts sect in the world, Shaolin Temple, even if there is no first-rank holy monk in charge, has enough background to stop him.

However.

No matter how strong the foundation is, someone has to use it.

But now, all the people in Shaolin Temple who can make use of their heritage have been wiped out by him.

Just when Zhenxing was about to take action and completely solve Abbot Huiwen, his expression suddenly changed as if he felt something.

"This is?"

Zhenzhen suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

In the sense of authenticity, a breath of the most radiant sun was like a sharp sword, easily breaking through the mighty black demonic energy.

The endless black demonic energy is formed by the power of demons and Buddhas. Although it is illusory, even a second-rank martial artist will fall into it if he is not careful.

But in front of this breath that was just reaching the sun, the black magic energy was like a thin piece of paper, shattering at the touch.

next moment.

This breath crossed the distance of thousands of meters and came to the real face in an instant.

"not good!!"

The real scalp exploded, and was about to retreat and escape.

However it was too late.

The breath of the most radiant and yang directly penetrated the center of Zhenzhen's eyebrows, and a 'whoosh' landed on the thousand-year-old bell behind him.

block! !

The grand bell rang loudly.

"I"

Zhenxing's eyes were blank, and his body exploded.

Losing the source of the demonic energy, the mighty demonic energy that enveloped the small half of the Shaolin Temple dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Abbot Huiwen, who was about to blow himself up and wanted to re-create his true nature, was stunned.

He never dreamed that the truth would explode at him first.

"wrong."

"It's not self-destruction."

"Someone shot."

Abbot Huiwen is worthy of being a veteran second-rank martial artist, and he immediately realized something.

at this time.

hum! ! !

The faint magic energy condensed, and a new 'authenticity' was condensed next to it.

"I am dead?"

Really cold sweat.

If it wasn't for the "death-replacement technique" in the Buddha's inheritance just now, he might have really died at this moment.

But even so, the true nature is not at all lucky, because the "surrogacy of death" is a forbidden technique, and each descendant of the devil can only use it once in a lifetime, which is equivalent to the second life.

Zhen Zheng's face turned pale, and he looked at the thousand-year-old bell not far away.

I saw a yellow leaf running through the ancient bell.

"A fallen leaf?"

"I actually died on a fallen leaf?"

True heart set off a huge wave.

If he died on some magical weapon, he would recognize it.

But a leaf.

Exactly what kind of existence is it that he can kill him with an ordinary leaf that can no longer be ordinary?

The truth is unimaginable.

"and also."

Zhenxing touched the center of his eyebrows, even if he survived with the "death-replacement technique", he also felt that there was a faint aura between the eyebrows that was just reaching the sun, constantly dissolving the devilish energy in his body.

Under the suppression of the aura of the most radiant and yang, there is no real strength, and I am afraid that even the capital of the Third Grade Academy will not be able to beat.

"Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable"

Zhenxing glanced at Abbot Huiwen, who was also shocked, and knew that he should leave.

If you don't leave, not only will you not be able to destroy the Shaolin Temple, but you will also be planted here.

Thinking of this, Zhenzhen turned into a ghost without hesitation and fled away.

Abbot Huiwen saw this scene, but there was nothing he could do.

Of course, his strength has been greatly damaged, so why is he not?

After being attacked by the true nature and invaded by the demonic energy, Abbot Huiwen's injury at the moment is much heavier than the true nature.

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

A phantom hurried frantically.

"Damn it, damn it."

"Just a little bit, just a little bit!!!"

True hatred.

Of course, the descendants of the Demon Buddha can step into the second or even the first rank in a short period of time with the strengthening of the magic thoughts.

But every descendant of the Demon Buddha has a completely distorted mind and completely takes the destruction of the Shaolin Temple as his lifelong goal.

Moreover, the lifespan of the descendants of the Demon Buddha is very short, and they will die of old age in five years at most.

"The person who shot just now, killed me with fallen leaves, at least a first-rank grandmaster."

"And it's still the kind of extremely powerful first-grade Grandmaster!"

"Isn't there no holy monk in the Shaolin Temple?"

Zhen Xing took a deep breath and looked back at the Shaolin Temple: "That first-grade great master, shouldn't he be chasing after him?"

However, just when Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief.

A calm voice sounded unhurriedly.

"Are you looking for me?"

boom! ! !

The real hair stood upright, and instantly looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a man in a gray robe looking at him.

"You are?"

Really only feel that Su Qin is somewhat familiar.

Before the true nature was enchanted, although he was a genius at the Luohan Academy, he still worshipped at the Shaolin Temple at the same time as Su Qin.

But Su Qin is just a sweeping monk, and he doesn't usually take a look at it.

"It's you!"

The thoughts of Zhenxing's mind turned rapidly, and finally it sounded who Su Qin was.

In any case, Su Qin was a disciple of the same generation as him after all. When they went to the Shaolin Temple together, Zhen Xing also said a few words to Su Qin.

However, after Su Qin was assigned to the handyman's house and became a sweeping monk, the truth never came into contact with Su Qin again.

From the truth's point of view, he and Su Qin are destined to be two types of people, and it is impossible for them to be together now or in the future.

Even now, Zhenxing has become a descendant of the Demon Buddha, and Su Qin has not been taken seriously at all.

"When did you get here?"

The more he saw the truth, the more shocked Su Qin became.

Although Su Qin looked like an ordinary person in front of him at the moment, without any fluctuations in his internal strength, the more this was the case, the more wrong he felt.

Who is he?

The heirs of the devil! Even if he is severely injured now, the aura he freely reveals is enough to make the hearts of ordinary warriors tremble, let alone ordinary people like Qin?

If Su Qin is really an ordinary person, he should be so scared that his legs are weak at this moment?

Just when his authenticity was in doubt, Su Qin looked calm, and said something that made him suddenly change color:

"After being hit by me, I didn't even die. It's really not easy for the Demon Buddha."

boom!

Zhenxing's expression froze, and his figure retreated hundreds of meters, as if facing a great enemy, as if facing the danger of life and death.

"Who are you?"