Murong Fu took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented bright light, like two large golden bulbs, making people dare not look directly.

He glanced at Mo Chen deeply and slowly closed his eyes.

If you come to the palm of God, purify all sentient beings, and become a Buddha on the ground!

Murong Fu clasped his hands together and used a mastery that he couldn't control. This style of the Divine Palm is the most powerful of the three forms, but also the most difficult to control.

With his movements, the Buddha in the sky turned into countless golden points of light, slowly disappearing from the vast blue sky, and seemed to merge into his body.

For a while, Murong Fu was like a golden man, exuding a golden Buddha light all around him, looking atmospheric and a little intimidating sacred.

Mo Chen looked at Murong Fu's changes, and took a step forward with his eyes narrowed slightly.

He pointed at his sword and swiped lightly, and the huge sword qi on the sky was like a landslide, carrying the power of destroying the world and destroying the earth, and he attacked and killed Murong again.

The colorful sword light tore through the void, making a ghostly howling sound.

When the sword was about to fall on Murong Fu's body, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the bright Buddha light on his body converged, condensing into a Buddha's Dharma appearance on the outside of his body.

The Buddha's Dharma enveloped him as if he had attained nirvana!

Murong Fu couldn't pinch the seal of the Ming King with his hand, and the golden light of the Buddha's Dharma was high, forming a huge golden bell phantom outside the body.

"Bang, knock!"

The chilling sword collided with the golden bell, making a huge roaring sound. The golden ripples spread out from the golden bell, like a tidal wave towards Mo Chen.

The big waves invade, giving people an irresistible and terrible might!

Mo Chen's sword pointed vertically, and the awe-inspiring multicolored sword light was magnificent, and suddenly burst into a multicolored cloud in the sky, enveloping Murong Fu's Buddha Dharma.

The five elements are reversed, and the heavens and the earth are overturned!

Mo Chen's long-hidden peerless supernatural powers finally showed his power.

I saw that under the shroud of the colorful morning glow, the void rippled with bursts of ripples, and it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy clouds and smoke, which made people look a little unreal. The distorted space caused the heavens and the earth to gradually collapse, revealing an incomparably deep black.

The blackness in the clouds is like an endless abyss, wanting to devour everything in heaven and earth!

The golden bell outside the law lasted only two breaths, and then it turned into a starry sky and dissipated. Murong Fu was shrouded in colorful clouds, feeling as if he had fallen into eternal darkness, and there was a faint feeling of detachment and ascension. In the deep darkness, he felt like he had a new understanding!

It's just that the spatial collapse caused by the reversal of the five elements made him have no energy to comprehend it for a while.

Murong Fu felt that the Buddha's Dharma was about to disintegrate, and was shocked by the terrifying nature of Mo Chen's methods, which were able to shatter the void. He didn't care to continue to think deeply, and suddenly slammed his palm into the void, and the brilliant golden rays were like divine soldiers, breaking the darkness violently. But Murong Fu had nothing to do, so he could only blow himself up the Buddha's Dharma and open a way of life!

When the darkness was torn apart, Murong Fu turned into a brilliant meteor and fell towards the Shaomu Mountain below.

Mo Chen saw Murong Fu escape, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. With a slight wave of his big hand, the clouds in the sky turned into a boundless match, slashing towards Murong Fu who escaped below!

The colorful training tore through the void, and before he could catch up with Murong Fu's figure, the terrifying sword intent gave him a feeling like a knife cut.

Murong Fu felt the uncontrollable internal force in his body, looked at the edge swept in the sky, showed a helpless bitter smile, and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk admits defeat." ”

This junior is really terrifying. I don't know how he managed to achieve such cultivation at such a young age.

I was also the number one person in the world back then, but I really had never met such a terrible guy. It's my master, the old monk of the Scripture Pavilion, I'm afraid it's a lot worse, right?

Mo Chen heard Mo Rongfu's weak moan, his face changed slightly, and his eyes flashed with coldness.

Murong Fu was injured, and he was seriously injured!

His strength is too strong, and I am afraid that no one in this world can deal with it except himself. Do you want to take advantage of the moment to solve him in one fell swoop?

Mo Chen sighed for two breaths, and finally gave up this tempting plan.

Although it solves Murong Fu, it can reduce an important variable. But in this case, it will completely offend the Shaolin Temple. Moreover, if you can suppress him once, you can suppress him a second time!

Of course, the most important question is how Murong Fu obtained the Rulai Divine Palm!

The peerless school that does not belong to this world, the characters who should not appear in this world, what happened in it?

Mo Chen looked down at Murong Fu, and with a wave of his big sleeve, he let the Dao Lian sweep through the air and crashed into the top of Shaomu Mountain. Like a god descending from the sky, Pi Lian swept a hundred meters from the top of Shaomuro Mountain.

"Boom."

I only heard a huge roar, and I saw that the top of the 100-meter hill slowly slipped down from the Shaomu Mountain, and was actually cut off by Mo Chen's sword!

Murong Fu landed halfway up the mountain, looking at the half-section of the mountain that slipped from above his head, his already pale face was no longer bloodless, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, falling on the muddy ground like crystal.

He took a deep breath and chanted the Buddha's name.

This kid is simply tough and not human!

Shomuro Yamashita.

The Shaolin disciples looked at the golden light falling from the sky, and the colorful training that followed, and their hearts suddenly lifted. When Pi Lian tore through the void and slashed the top of Shaomu Mountain, everyone could no longer remain calm.

Abbot Tianming didn't care about anything else, his eyes were full of worry and looked at the chaotic Shaomuro Mountain, turned around and rushed towards the mountain.

Master, don't let anything happen to you!

Now he only hopes that the master will not have an accident, and as for the victory or defeat of the battle, it no longer matters. Because even if this battle is lost, Shaolin will only lose some fame and find a place to replace the mountain gate. With the protection of the ancestors, Shaolin is still the same Shaolin after all. But if the ancestor falls, it will definitely be a great disaster for Shaolin.

Losing the protection of the ancestors, facing the menacing Daomen and the sinister martial arts, can Shaolin really survive?

Abbot Tianming didn't know, and neither did the other great monks. Those high-level officials of Shaolin Temple couldn't care about the chaos of the temple at this time, and they all raised their spirits and swept towards the mountain.

For a while, only the elite soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty were left under the Shaomu Mountain, as well as those martial arts people who were watching.

They looked at each other, looking at the half-section of the mountain that had rolled down from the Shao Room Mountain, and they were stunned one by one, not daring to move.

Wielding a sword to break Yue, I'm afraid that the legendary immortals are nothing more than that, right?

When everyone lost their minds, the half of the mountain fell under the cliff, and let out a huge roar that had never been seen before. At the same time, the ground shook violently, making it a little untenable, as if an earthquake had come.

Halfway up the mountain, Mo Chen stood in front of Murong Fu.

After Abbot Tianming and the others arrived, they gathered around Murong Fu, looking at him cautiously and vigilantly at Mo Chen.

Murong Fu took a deep breath, barely calmed down the tumbling qi and blood, and sighed helplessly: "The poor monk loses, and Shaolin will only look forward to the future of the Taoist." ”

"Ancestor!"

When Abbot Tianming and the others heard this, their expressions suddenly changed drastically, and they exclaimed.

Even if Shaolin loses, it is just a change of mountain gate, how can it surrender to the Daomen. After all, Shaolin is the world's first holy land of Buddhism, if you obey the orders of Taoists, then what is it!