There was no imaginary explosion of the Yellow Spring, on the contrary, a dragon and a wolf, when the two monstrous forces collided together, the whole space was stunned, and then, this world seemed to have lost all sounds, and in the wave of vigorous energy, it was completely silent.

At this moment, there are only two colors of gold and black left between heaven and earth, and the wisps of transparent space ripples, like the ripples stirred up by the stone falling into the water, with the strength of the two colors, they are rapidly spreading around, and in this circle of ripples, the wisps of space are folded, criss-crossed, and spread wantonly.

The space, in the air explosion, seemed to be a silk that had been rubbed and dragged, and was covered with ravines full of violent atmosphere.

It may be a moment's time, or it may be a long, long time, when the ears regain hearing at dusk, the humming sound of a canglu bell is faintly but clearly imprinted in the young man's ears.

"Buzz!"

In the Shaolin Temple, I don't know when, a faint ray of Buddha light quietly rippled out from a corner, with the windless Buddha bell, slowly rippling in the entire Songshan territory.

It is not a strong Buddha light and the bell, it seems to be accompanied by each other, the bell dispels the dead silence, and the place where it goes, the Buddha light spreads with it, there is no slow moment, there is no fast moment, just right, where the bell goes, it is the place where the Buddha's light shines.

Feeling the light of the Buddha and the bells, the monks who were shocked by the battle in the sky, suddenly calmed down in their hearts, their eyes quickly turned flat, and the monks sat cross-legged one after another, sitting cross-legged on the spot at will, clasping their hands together, closing their eyes without saying a word, and sinking their bodies and minds into the continuous and endless bells, quietly experiencing the faint Zen in the Buddha's voice.

I never thought that I was a devout person to the Buddha, but the warm young man who was illuminated by the light of the Buddha still felt a sense of serenity gushing out of his heart, at this moment, he forgot his past life and this life, forgot the red dust past, and indulged in the bell. Under the sound of the Buddha, the seemingly weak Jiuyang True Qi easily defeated the original flaunting Xenomorph True Qi.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

The Buddha cultivation is profound, the Buddha's heart is firm, Xuan Ci and others naturally do not infect their hearts with the sound of the Buddha's voice, but looking at the rippling Buddha light, Xuan Ci Abbot and other old monks, their eyes are both regret and relief.

Ordinary Shaolin disciples don't understand what this Buddha sound is, but as a senior monk of the Shaolin Xuanzi generation, how can they not know what the bells flowing around them represent.

"Buddha Yin Array", a formation that is very ordinary when you hear the name, if you change the title, it may not be so ordinary.

"Venerable Buddha Immeasurable Chanting Meditation Protects the Great Array of Refuge"!

The faint light of the Buddha and the melodious sound of the bell represent the first major faction of the Northern Song Dynasty and the mountain protection array of Songshan Shaolin.

At this moment, if someone can look at Songshan from the end of heaven and earth, through layers of covering, they will find that with the spread of Buddha's light, in just a few breaths, the entire Songshan is actually shrouded in a solemn and solemn Buddha statue sitting between heaven and earth, indifferent and transparent, but universal to all sentient beings.

The mountain protection array was activated, and in the "Buddha Yin Array", where the Buddha's light shines, all living beings are equal, even if a young child who has no power to restrain the chicken, he will suffer the full palm of the master of the Chengwu Realm, because of the Buddha's light, he will be unharmed. Unless the martial artist who made the attack could have a way to disperse or isolate the endless Buddha light and bells, otherwise, even if it was a powerhouse in the Void Realm, it would be impossible to commit the slightest killing in the array.

In other words, even if the battle between Qiao Feng and his son shocked the world, in fact, there was no longer any killing power, so Xuan Ci and the others would feel relieved. However, the activation of the mountain protection array also illustrates another problem, today's Shaolin, at the moment when the two forces collided just now, no one can or take the initiative to intercept the aftermath of the battle and prevent it from affecting the innocent.

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The Buddha light was quiet and peaceful, and did not intervene to disturb the battle between the two, the golden dragon and the ink wolf collided, and the two colors of condensed energy were wildly intertwined, and the aftermath of the fierce mania overflowed.

Although he was aroused by Qiao Feng's pressure, he was still not Qiao Feng's opponent in the face of Qiao Feng, who had stepped into the half-step void, Xiao Yuanshan, who was already in the realm of perfection.

In the sky, the internal strength of the two colors was comparable at first, desperately resisting, but as time continued, the huge ink wolf shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the impact of the golden dragon, although the strength of the golden dragon was also constantly consumed by the ink wolf, but the speed was far slower than the ink wolf.

Finally, when the time for the two things to intertwine for more than ten breaths had passed, in a mournful roar full of desolation, the ink wolf suddenly turned into a black cloud, and the smoke of the golden wave disappeared, and the golden dragon, unabated, still roared towards Xiao Yuanshan.

"Huh!"

The corners of his mouth hooked up with a wisp of indescribable bitterness, Xiao Yuanshan looked at the golden dragon that was like a bamboo to defeat his true qi, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xiao Yuanshan, who was ready to die, closed his eyes for a long time, and did not find that he had been injured by any impact, and after opening his eyes suspiciously, he looked at the sky and found that Qiao Feng, who was shrouded in Buddha's light, also looked confused.

"This is..." Stretching out his hand, he shook it gently, looking at the Buddha's light that slipped from his fingers like flowing water, Xiao Yuanshan's eyes flashed with a trace of understanding and feeling, but then it was replaced by wisps of coldness.

Taking a deep look at Qiao Feng, who was still in a daze when he slowly fell to the ground, Xiao Yuanshan suddenly smiled at the calm sky, venting the relief and helplessness in his heart, and then, his figure was crippled and rushed into the distance.

I had the heart to catch up with the trouble, but I didn't know what happened just now, plus my parents and second brother who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, gritted their teeth, Qiao Feng still gave up this temptation and turned around and rushed to his old home.

"Buzz!"

At the end of the battle, the two left separately, and as the aftermath of the bell faded away, the Buddha light that enveloped the entire Songshan Mountain also slowly dissipated in the wind.

In the Shaolin Temple, the monks were still sitting cross-legged, meditating on the feelings in the Buddha's voice just now, but the young man who woke up from the serenity and indifference, recalled the state just now, and cold sweat fell from his cheeks.

I swallowed my saliva with palpitations, and slowly suppressed the horror in my heart, I couldn't believe that I would be affected by the bell just now, and produce a kind of yearning and feelings for becoming a monk and often accompanying my Buddha.

"Damn, it seems that you have to stay away from Songshan in the future!" Stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on the noise, and was stunned for a moment, and looked at his hands that were stretched freely.

Hey, what's going on!

"Second brother, are you okay?" Just when Dusk wanted to sink his mind into his body, Qiao Feng, who had fought a big battle, hurried back.