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"Not long ago, it was rumored that the Emperor Kunlun had interfered with the birth of the Emperor and killed the disciples of the Demon Dao, although he was unsuccessful, but it also caused terrible Dao marks to him."

The monks talked a lot, and they couldn't calm down, feeling that the Kunlun Fairy was too wide and his hand was too long, and he wanted to interfere with the production of other emperors of the emperor.

But they also dare not speak out, Kunlun Immortal Sect, the leader of the group, for thousands of years, Yu Wei has long been deeply imprinted in the minds of all the monks.

"Kunlun fairy, Shaolin Buddha, they all carry powerful innate spirit treasures, naturally compete for power on the emperor's road, sweep many kings, and come to the top, this is not surprising, and those who rely on themselves to kill the peak of the god road are the real kings who can sing and cry."

The monks were full of emotion, fairies and Buddhas themselves have many unique advantages, and for other kings, it is an unequal hegemony, so although the monks are afraid of their emperor Yu Wei, they do not respect much from the heart.

If I can give me an innate spirit treasure, my achievements will definitely not be much weaker than theirs.

This is the inner thought of many monks.

"Boom".

Emperor Kunlun was shrouded in fairy light, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly, and the whole person was divine and flawless, like a fairy spirit who had walked out of the fairy world.

Dressed in white, elegant as a fairy, with an otherworldly holy light, and a sense of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away, he is a fairy, Kunlun is rumored to be a Taoist in the upper realm, and he is an emperor all the way, stabilizing countless kings, born with a sense of superiority, and does not look down on these monks in the world.

Kunlun Wonderland, suspended in the void, shines from it thousands of fairy lights, as if to flutter away.

The demon pestle, the treasure of Buddhism, is a weapon that follows the Bodhidharma patriarch to fight for a lifetime.

It is rumored that my Buddha is coming from the three thousand worlds, using the supreme Dharma, and refining it, implying the terrible Dharma.

Once drank blood countless immortals and gods and demons, the souls of the dead were entangled, even a few eras ago, the demon pestle was also named the number one attack weapon, and it was powerful in the world.

The Buddha of Shaolin Temple, shrouded in Buddha light, with his hands folded, young and powerful, he is the emperor of another way.

The Buddha's robe is unfurled in the wind, majestic, quiet and peaceful, in stark contrast to the demon pestle beside him.

The Demon Pestle, beside him, shattered the void, and the endless murderous aura rushed in, with a terrifying killing machine, as if inside the Demon Pestle, there was a purgatory, a sea of blood and souls.

Kill all the immortals and demons, bathe in blood, as the saying goes, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell is decisive, showing it vividly.

"Buddha, why did you make a move? What do you want to do? ”。

Emperor Kunlun, his voice is ethereal, like the sound of a Nine Heavens Immortal.

He ignored many kings, and took the lead in saying to the Buddha, in his mind, only the Buddha is worthy of talking to him, a strong person at the same level.

"Little monk, I saw a martial arts that may be my Buddhism, and I came out to check, you know, many years ago, the Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion was stolen, I don't know how many powerful martial arts have passed, Buddhism monks, have been obsessed with this, want to find the villains of the year, today on the emperor road, someone has shown a Buddhist stunt, the little monk naturally wants to come out to investigate, in order to comfort the wishes of the teacher."

Shaolin Buddha, the voice is empty, the Dharma is profound, and the words come out, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Many monks noticed that their minds were at peace, and they had a sense of epiphany.

When the monks thought about it carefully, they knew who the Buddha was talking about, and all their eyes were focused on Wang Feng.

Only his martial arts just now are similar to the Shaolin Temple's stunt golden bell jar, could it be that he really failed to learn martial arts in Shaolin Temple.

Some monks, their eyes flickered, and they thought a lot, Shaolin Buddha, sure enough, a good means, between the words, took up all the truth.

In recent decades, there has been no theft in Shaolin, as one of the holy places of the rivers and lakes, who dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head, not to mention that after many years, how can he let martial arts be left behind.

The monks thought more that it must be the lie that the Buddha wanted to obtain this martial art, but no one said it and offended him.

"Kunlun and Shaolin, over the years, since ancient times, the alliance is the same as the head of the righteous path, guarding the Pure Land of the East, today, Brother Buddha has something to do, I will do my best to help, here for you to sweep the array."

The Emperor of Kunlun, unusually cooperative, did not compete with each other, I don't know for what reason, maybe it is really because of the friendship between Kunlun Xianmen and Shaolin Temple for many years.

Many monks also couldn't figure out what Emperor Kunlun was thinking.

The emperor held the Kunlun Mirror in his hand, but retreated into the air, sitting here, not knowing what emergencies to prevent.

At this time, Wang Feng's face was extremely ugly, and Emperor Kunlun gave him an extremely dangerous aura, and when he retreated, he obviously looked at himself with indifferent eyes.

Although he was shrouded in immortal qi and couldn't see his appearance clearly, he really felt how sharp that gaze was.

Why, I have a sense of gain and loss, how can my memory have a seal, or an instinctive forgetting, where is the most critical place?

The appearance of Emperor Kunlun seemed to ignite a string in Wang Feng's mind, but he just couldn't detect anything wrong.

What the hell have I forgotten?

"Brother Dao, thank you for giving in, the battlefield of the emperor is open, if you have a request, my Buddhist disciple will definitely do everything to help."

The Buddha folded his hands, and seemed to be very satisfied and happy with the concession of the Kunlun Emperor, and made a promise that he would repay on the emperor's battlefield.

The dialogue between the two emperors made the kings look cold, I don't know what kind of agreement they reached, and only a few monks figured it out, the two emperors must have taken a fancy to Wang Feng's martial arts at the same time.

On the rivers and lakes, there are a lot of martial arts of various sects, but there are no ones who can make people transform and change their bodies, this is simply a magical power, a secret technique of immortal treasures, and it is no wonder that the emperor has hot eyes.

At this time, all the monks also remembered how terrifying and terrifying Wang Feng's body instantly turned into two meters high, and the golden light shrouded him when he was transformed into a giant.

The martial arts that can make the kings of the seven heavens participate in the battle of the eight heavenly kings, just thinking about it makes the monks crazy, and even these kings want to snatch it, not to mention the powerful emperors.

The Emperor Battlefield is about to open, and obtaining powerful martial arts will undoubtedly increase their chances and vitality on the Emperor Battlefield.

"Young king, the martial arts on your body are the same as my Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion, the stunt that was stolen many years ago, can you hand it over, let the little monk distinguish it, if not, you should return it to the little friend."

Shaolin Buddha, with a compassionate face and an approachable look.

The tone is neither humble nor arrogant, but unusually docile, with a quiet atmosphere of Buddhism.

The monks grinned, the emperor of Shaolin, all the way to the throne, the demon pestle in his hand, I don't know how many kings he killed, he came to the peak of the road.

The emperor who is one in ten thousand, a terrible Buddhist monk, looks honest and compassionate, a great contrast, obviously his hands are stained with blood, but he looks harmless to humans and animals.

Sure enough, the Shaolin Buddha, in order to express his goodwill, stored the demon pestle in the void and used it for the kings, and he calmly walked in front of Wang Feng, saluted and smiled, saying that he would return it if he just distinguished.

Wang Feng's face was ugly, Shaolin Buddha had a good face, and he still had to sacrifice his martial arts obediently without fighting the soldiers, and he really just wanted to do good things.

"Guess whether he will hand over martial arts to the emperor of Buddhism."

Someone whispered.

"Definitely, the emperor of Buddhism is the top three emperors, plus he is holding a demon pestle, his cultivation is profound, and he can suppress him in an instant, a king of the seven heavens, compared to life, what is martial arts?"

The monk shook his head and laughed, sighed, and said no more.

The cultivation realm is such cruel, the weak eat the strong, the strong are respected, if you don't have the strength, you don't deserve to have the treasure, after all, the puff is not guilty of it, and the eyes they look at Wang Feng are also full of sympathy.

If he submits to the soft and hands over the martial arts, it is okay, if he does not accept the softness, for the sake of saving face, the emperor of Buddhism will definitely kill him and then collect the martial arts.

"Are all the people in Buddhism so hypocritical? If you want to distinguish my martial arts, don't say that it's not a Buddhist martial arts, even if it is, if you want to see it, I'll show it to you, you don't pee, look, what kind of thing are you? Others regard you as a Buddha, an emperor, should everyone in the world be like this? We are not your sons, we have to put up with you everywhere."

Wang Feng's words were not shocking, his face sneered, and he sneered at the supreme all the way, the emperor of Buddhism.

Threatened, let it pee, and see, what kind of thing is it?.

The latter words are even more absolute, and the meaning is nothing more than to say that others regard him as a Buddha and an emperor, not because he is strong, but because they are all his Laozi, so they tolerate him everywhere.

Many monks looked at each other.

"Oh my God, what did I hear, it's true, that monk is crazy, his brain is rusty, and he dares to speak like this to the emperor."

Some people shouted in disbelief, slapped themselves hard with one hand, and the severe pain made them accept this reality.

Wang Feng's words were not low, enough for all the monks present to hear.

The monks, before they had fully digested his words, saw him stretch out his palm and hand it to the Buddha.

"I suspect that your demon pestle is a burning stick that I lost at home many years ago, bring it over, and I will also identify it."

Wang Feng compared the pitch-black demon pestle to a burning stick, although it was very appropriate, it was too damaging.

"Could it be that the emperor of Buddhism took a burning stick all the way and killed the kings?"

Someone couldn't help but laugh.

"Poof".

The face of the Emperor of Buddhism was difficult to see to the extreme, his eyes were spewing fire, his eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he actually spit out a mouthful of blood.

The emperor of Buddhism, in such a state of mind, was vomited blood, but Wang Feng's verbal attack was so domineering.

Buddha, wherever he goes, he is not respected, how can he ever be humiliated like this.

"I'm going to kill you".

The Emperor of Buddhism, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he roared with a demonic expression.

Wang Feng turned into a streamer of light, rushed into the distance, and fled for his life.

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