"What if I don't want to go back with you!"

Xiao Yi listened to the old monk's left and right, and only felt dizzy and swollen, but there was one thing he understood, that is, this ghost-like old monk meant to arrest him back.

His gaze was fixed on the old monk.

"I'm afraid this can't be a small donor."

The old monk raised his head slowly, looked at Xiao Yi, and slowly opened his voice, speaking at a speed that was not hurried or slow, but there was a trace of undoubted in his tone.

"Old monk, I will never go to Shaolin with you!"

Feeling the old monk's gaze, Xiao Yi's heart trembled, at this moment, he felt a huge pressure, felt a power that made his heart tremble, and felt an absolute sense of powerlessness.

That feeling is as if Sun Wukong is facing a Buddha.

But he still gritted his teeth, shouted angrily, and his body flicked violently again, shooting out towards the mountain forest on one side, hoping to escape from that direction with the help of the mountain forest.

However, as soon as his figure ejected out, he almost crashed into the old monk's body again.

The old monk didn't see him move, but his figure moved to Xiao Yi's front in an extremely strange instant.

Looking at the old monk in front of him, Xiao Yi's pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned pale instantly, but he gritted his teeth, and his body slammed into a big tree, and then with the help of the elastic force of the tree, it catapulted in another direction again.

But alas, the old monk appeared in front of him again.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and started again.

"Bang!"

“……”

With a banging sound. Xiao Yi's figure kept moving in all directions. Trying to escape, but no matter how he escaped. The old monk always stopped in front of him strangely.

And the old monk was also surprisingly patient, Xiao Yi ran again and again, and he neither made a move to grab it, nor made a sound, but just stopped in front of Xiao Yi again and again.

"Little donor, why are you so bothered, why are you obsessed, isn't it good to go back to this fate with the old man?"

Finally. Seeing that Xiao Yi was exhausted and his speed was slowly slowing down, the old monk finally spoke.

Xiao Yi raised his head, glanced at the old monk opposite, looked at his face, with a compassionate look, and only felt that the old monk in front of him had an extremely hateful face.

This old bald donkey, this is typical cat crying mouse. Crocodile tears!

He could have shot directly, but he never did, trying to tease him and exhausting him.

Since you're going to play. I'll fight with you!

He gritted his teeth, stopped running away, and clenched his fists. The free true qi in the body is operated to the extreme. The whole person crashed towards the old monk.

"Amitabha!"

looked at Xiao Yi like a wounded beast, rushing towards him frantically. The old monk's face was not angry, but he shook his head, put his hands together, looked compassionate, and pronounced a Buddha horn in his mouth.

"Bang!"

With the old monk's Buddha call, Xiao Yi only felt that an unparalleled power came from the front in an instant, and his figure, which had accumulated all the strength in his body, collided with it, like a stone, hit a huge wave, and was instantly swept away.

Click!

Xiao Yi's figure slammed into a tree branch, directly smashed a wrist-sized hand branch into two or three halves, and then fell to the ground fiercely.

Falling to the ground, Xiao Yi didn't care about the pain from his body, as well as the churning of qi and blood in his body, he just raised his head, and looked at the old monk in front of him with a trace of extreme horror in his eyes.

After a series of things just now, in his heart, he already knew that the old monk was not simple, and he was definitely a very powerful person, he would not be naïve to think that this old monk was just fast, if he didn't have enough strength, how could the speed be fast? Especially when it's so weird and ghostly!

However, in the blow just now, he was still shocked.

The strength of this old monk is even stronger than he imagined just now!

He didn't even have to use his hand, just a Buddha horn, and he directly knocked him over, almost without any power to fight back!

He knew that the old monk used a lion's roar, but his lion's roar was completely different from what Zhixin had performed before, and compared with this sound, Zhixin's lion's roar was simply kindergarten-level, and it was not high-grade at all.

The old monk's lion roar has almost reached the extreme of sonic attack, it not only sends out a powerful attack, but also controls the lethality and the power of the attack!

In Xiao Yi's mind, a word came to mind: follow the law!

He always thought that this was a kind of whimsy in those martial arts fantasy novels, which was simply impossible to achieve, but at this moment, he vaguely understood that this word may not be a hypocrisy and fantasy!

Rather, it is the real possibility of existence.

Even the old monk in front of him may be a storage zài who can do it.

Because, if you use the lion's roar in this way of the old monk, it will be possible to use all the moves, and you will use it directly through his mouth, and every time you read a move, that move will be used, which will be extremely terrifying.

This old monk, who is he!

How could Shaolin still have such a terrifying existence zài? Moreover, why do the people outside seem to be completely ignorant?

Xiao Yi's heart rolled up like a stormy wave.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk once again pronounced a Buddha horn, but this time, there was no attack power, and there was even a trace of soft power, which made people feel extremely comfortable and more comfortable when they listened to it.

"Little donor, go with the old man!"

After the Buddha horn was announced, the old monk finally stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Yi.

And it was clear that he was nearly ten meters away, but his hand stretched out, and his figure appeared in front of Xiao Yi and directly grabbed Xiao Yi.

Grabbed by the old monk, Xiao Yi's face turned pale, and there was a look of despair in his eyes.

This time, he was in utter despair.

For the first time in his life, he felt a real hopelessness, and he couldn't give birth to any hope or struggle.

The old monk in front of him is really terrifying.

He grabbed his hand just now, he actually wanted to struggle again, wanted to escape, but he didn't have any way at all, he couldn't struggle at all, he could only watch the thin hand press down like the Buddha's five finger mountain, and grab him in his hand like a chicken!

With such strength, how can he fight against it?

came out to mix, and sure enough, it was going to be returned!

Shaolin thousand-year-old temple, sure enough, is not built, and its connotation is really impossible to guess with common sense!

This time, it was finally planted.

Xiao Yi's heart was dead and ashes.

He had already thought of the tragic situation he might have to face after returning to Shaolin later, and that group of Shaolin monks would definitely not let him go, and even if he died, I am afraid it would not be so easy.

As for what this old monk said he didn't hate him, he didn't believe it at all, if he didn't hate him, why should he be arrested.

Damn Shaolin bald donkey, even if this young master dies, he won't let you be humiliated!

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, a trace of perseverance flashed in his eyes, and as soon as the tip of his tongue stretched out, he was ready to give himself a break directly.

Xiao Yi is by no means a person who will commit suicide, he cherishes life more than most people in this world, but at this moment, he has reached a desperate situation, he has no way, he never wants to let himself be like a prisoner, being insulted by those Shaolin bald donkeys at will, and then die in humiliation.

However, when his tongue moved, the look on his face couldn't help but freeze.

The tip of his tongue couldn't bite down at all, and in his body, all of a sudden, it seemed that the power of his whole body had disappeared, and his whole body was imprisoned by an invisible force!

"Amitabha, little donor, why are you suffering?"

The old monk looked at Xiao Yi with a compassionate expression.

This old monk, is he trying to make me unable to live, unable to die?

The old monk's compassionate expression, in Xiao Yi's eyes, did not show any mercy, but felt still hateful, as if he was a demon.

You can't survive, you can't die.

This sentence was said by many people to Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi rarely said it, but it was not used less on those enemies.

I didn't expect that one day, Young Master Ben would taste such a taste.

Xiao Yi's heart swelled with an indescribable bitterness.

"Amitabha."

The old monk's gaze looked at Xiao Yi, and he pronounced the Buddha's horn again, and with one hand, he gently brushed Xiao Yi's body.

"Old monk, what have you done!"

With the old monk's hand, Xiao Yi only felt that all the strength in his body seemed to have disappeared suddenly, this was different from the feeling of powerlessness just now, just now all the true qi in the body seemed to be imprisoned and could not be used at all, but Xiao Yi could still feel his strength, but now, he really felt it, as if all the true qi had disappeared.

It's like a balloon that was originally inflated, and suddenly the whole thing is deflated, and all the gas in the ball is gone.

Xiao Yi's face showed a look of incomparably frightened, and even his voice trembled.

He thought of a possibility - abolish the cultivation!

He felt that all his cultivation had disappeared in an instant.

This possibility, this feeling, made him feel an extreme fear.

For a cultivator, especially a master like Xiao Yi who has already cultivated to a high level, all of a sudden, all of a sudden, being abolished, is definitely a more difficult and painful thing than death!

It was like the sky was falling, and the whole world suddenly collapsed completely! (To be continued......)