At the foot of Shaolin Mountain, when the Shaolin disciples formed an arhat formation to defend the road up the mountain.

In the Shaolin Temple, there is also an undersurge.

The degree of danger is far better than that of the mountain.

The voice like a god and a demon also alarmed several people who were facing each other in the temple at the same time.

In front of the temple in the main hall.

The empty old monk has a fluttering white beard, and he is confronting a middle-aged man with a long beard in a purple satin dragon robe.

This person is the hero who was severely injured by Chen Yiyi's move.

He sneaked into the Shaolin Temple at some point, but was stopped by the old monk in front of him.

Xiongba knew that Shaolin was not simple, but he didn't expect to sneak into the temple and be discovered.

He didn't even see the face of the young monk who had defeated him miserably, so he couldn't move in.

Not far away, there were the twelve evils of Tianchi who came with him, and they were also blocked.

And what stopped them turned out to be a little monk who looked only seven or eight years old!

A seven or eight-year-old child, facing twelve strange, but vicious weirdos, but the twelve weirdos are faintly afraid of children.

Suddenly, the sound of the earth shaking, and both sides stopped, either in horror or horror.

After the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in front of the Thousand Buddha Hall halfway up the mountain, an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows, who seemed to be older than the empty silence, had blood at the corners of his mouth, and the monk's robe on his chest was tattered, revealing several hideous blood marks, deep into the bones and blood.

But there was still an indifferent and peaceful smile on his face.

Opposite the old monk was a tall eccentric.

His white hair was flamboyant, his breath was cold and piercing, and he was like madness.

The most bizarre thing is that his right hand and right half of his face are as if they were cast by ice carving, and on the ice-like right side of his face, a blood pupil flashes with a strange and fierce blood light.

The old monk had a hideous scar, and smiled kindly: "Donor, Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism, and you can't desecrate it at will, please retreat." ”

The white-haired strange man's crampons were glowing with blood, and his heart was furious.

I thought that except for the old and immortal Emperor Shakti, no one in this world was his opponent.

Unexpectedly, he was finally released from the Ninefold Ice Prison by Emperor Shakti and sent here, and he casually met an old monk who could fight him on a par with him.

He seemed to be fine, but in fact, he had just been clawed by the old monk and seriously injured him with one finger.

The sudden appearance of the voice made him even more angry.

The owner of this voice may not even be able to reach the emperor

There are so many people in the world who are not weaker than him, or even much stronger than him, how can they not be angry with his arrogance and conceit?

At the foot of a hill not far from Tallinn on the west side, the Broken Army, armed with two blades, was reluctant in his heart, but had to grapple with a woman wearing a strange mask.

This woman's martial arts skills are extremely high, and they are extremely weird, and even he doesn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

The sound from the bottom of the mountain made both of them have to stop, listening to the voice in disbelief.

"Amitabha"

A Buddha horn suddenly sounded, as plain as the voice of the gods and demons, but full of peace.

There were faint bursts of Sanskrit sounds, which not only lightly dispelled the terrifying pressure brought by the sound, but also restored calm to the shaking of the mountain under his feet.

It also calmed down the fighting intent in everyone's hearts.

Whether it was the alliance of the eight factions under the mountain, or the Xiongba and others in the temple, the white-haired weirdos, and the masked woman, they actually felt unprecedented tranquility.

This made them even more horrified than they had just heard the voice like a god and a demon.

"Donor, you're here after all"

Under the peak of the face wall, Chen Yi's lips and teeth opened and closed, and the voice was sent far away.

Looking back at the old monk Zhan Yin, who was becoming more and more rickety and old: "Uncle Shi, I will go to this battle, you old arms and legs, don't use your muscles and bones." ”

"Alas"

The old monk Zhan Yin shook his head hard: "Go ahead, don't be delusional, you can be lazy if you delay the time, and the marrow washing scripture has taught you for ten years, how can you still practice, it's really stupid."

“”

Chen Yi was too lazy to see this old man, and when he took one step, he was gone.

The people of the Eight Factions Alliance under the mountain went from being full of killing intent to sluggishness, and then to waking up, and then fell into a sense of peace, and in the whole process, they were like puppets who had been manipulated by others.

Just as they were frightened, many people suddenly looked at each other, and saw that there was an extra person in the crowd.

This person's long hair was scattered back, he was dressed in a blue robe, and his appearance was ordinary, and he did not look to be middle-aged.

Just standing there quietly, it makes people feel that what they see in front of them is not a person, but a big mountain, a deep sea.

"It turns out that the real dependence of Shaolin, the lost dog, is you."

The blue-robed middle-aged man suddenly spoke, his voice indifferent, without the slightest fluctuation.

Everyone around was stunned, who was he talking to?

But when I heard a chuckle, I was stunned to find that before that group of Shaolin monks, there was a young monk who even had bald eyebrows.

But he is extremely handsome and extraordinary, dressed in a snow-white robe, and is out of the dust.

No one knew how he appeared, as if he was standing there.

"Uncle!"

The broken waves in the crowd had a happy face and ran over in a few steps.

"Punish Shaolin first, and then destroy Wudang?"

Chen Yi nodded, didn't say much to him, looked at the blue-robed middle-aged man, and smiled on his face: "The little monk seems to have heard of this, but that person finally lost his wife and soldiers, but it didn't end well." ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept over and he saw more than ten Shaolin disciples who had fallen to the ground, and sighed slightly in his heart.

If it weren't for him, although these people were suffering, they would not worship Shaolin, nor would they die here, but they would have died because of him.

I only hope that when they become Buddhas and ancestors in the future, they can be reincarnated and repay this karma.

"I would also like to thank all my colleagues in Wudang for their help, and please return to thank Qingxu Daoist on behalf of the little monk."

"Master Sanzang doesn't have to be polite, it's inconvenient for the family teacher to go out of the mountain, so I can only let Xiaodao lead the same door to help, please don't be surprised."

A group of Taoist priests who had suddenly killed Fang also gathered next to the Shaolin disciples at this time, staring at the blue-robed middle-aged man with an unkind face.

"Don't blame, don't blame"

Shaolin, Wudang, a total of Wulin Niu Er.

If there is Shaolin, there can be no Wudang, otherwise even if Shaolin rises in the future, the goal will be too big and too independent.

If everything is too much, it will be sooner rather than later.

So from the very beginning, Chen Yi had the idea of pulling Wudang in.

Wudang and Shaolin are in the same row of twelve frightened, and naturally they will not die out.

Although he is also an unlucky person who was robbed, if Shaolin didn't have more of him, it would be worse than Wudang.

It's a pity that the Qingxu old man refuses to go out of the mountain, otherwise he can be more sure.

The blue-robed middle-aged man's expression was still indifferent, and Chen Yi's words couldn't have the slightest impact on him at all: "Where is the old monk Zhanyin?" Could it be that he really plans to let you, a yellow-haired boy, deal with me? ”

"Enough, enough,"

Chen Yi slowly took two steps forward, and his smile was still the same: "Dongying Xuanhua is the big boss, or, the little monk should call you"

"Laughing at the World"

"Huh?"

For the first time, there was a hint of human expression fluctuation on the face of the middle-aged man in the blue robe.

But this fluctuation made the people around him feel what it means to be afraid.

Just a hint of emotional fluctuation made everyone's hearts tremble, and a deep fear was inexplicably generated.

Looking around, whether it is people or things, plants, trees, bamboos and stones, they seem to have turned into terrible monsters, eyeing themselves, and will pounce and bite at any time.

Chen Yi swept his eyes and saw the strangeness of everyone in his eyes.

He had been looking for the existence of this man since ten years ago.

From the description of this person's martial arts by the old monk Zhanyin, as well as the investigation of King Nie Ren and Baixiao Villa, Chen Yicai thought of the "big master" he knew.

And it was only at this time, the reaction of the middle-aged man in the blue robe, and the means he showed, that Chen Yi was completely sure of his identity, which was the big boss he guessed. , should be regarded as one of the most powerful and mysterious people in this world.

In the middle of his thoughts, he had already picked up two fingers and flicked them towards the void.

The void rippled, and the sound was like a big drum, like thunder.

"Do not do all evil, practice all good, and purify one's mind, which is all Buddhism"

"Amitabha!"

Everyone was conscious, stunned for a while, and many people reacted, looking at the middle-aged as if they were seeing a ghost.

Chen Yi smiled and said: "Wan Dao Sen Luo, the little monk has already heard of it, and now when I see it, it is indeed extraordinary, but the donor doesn't have to show off so much."

The blue-robed middle-aged man interrupted without waiting for him to finish: "Who are you?" ”

Chen Yi's sleeves swayed, and his smile converged: "It's useless to talk more, and laugh at the world"

"You have selfish grievances and selfish desires, and you are bent on promoting the catastrophe for thousands of years, and I don't know how many bad karma you have created, and my Shaolin thousand-year-old temple has been destroyed in a single time in your hands, and how many people have killed your hands in vain"

"Today is the time to put an end to it"