As soon as Ji An's words came out, the middle-aged monk's face changed sharply at the same time, as if he had heard something incredible, and he looked at Ji An with a ghostly expression. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In this big world where warlords are fighting, gangs are rampant, and Buddha and demons stand side by side, I want him to hide like a turtle in Shaolin Temple for many years in order to accumulate strength and continue the incense.

This time, in order to carve up Bashu, the Buddha and the demons reached an agreement, taking advantage of the time when the 'scattered real person' Ning Daoqi came to block the 'Heavenly Sword' Song Que, the abbot saw the opportunity and sent ten of them to Bashu to connect with the Buddhist temple to prepare to attack the local forces of Bashu one step ahead of the demon gate, in order to occupy more territory, but I never expected that such a secret thing would be broken by this person!

And the most amazing thing is that this person can see at a glance the Shaolin stunt they use!

Is this person a Buddha? What the hell?

"Boom!"

The sky was full of tricks and true qi surging, only to see Ji An smile, his right foot stepped on the ground, the ground of Fang Yuan's five zhang seemed to shake like a wave, and at the same time, the strong wind burst out, covering everyone's eyes, and a spark, if there was nothing, the green qi cover suddenly flashed away from his body, and the form was like a budding green lotus.

"Medium!"

Ten monks fluttered in their Buddhist clothes, stabilized their falling figures, and shouted, and the strength of the sky flooded Ji An's figure like a mountain and a sea.

Seeing Ji An's positive move, the ten monks were all smiling, and said in their hearts that even if you were the great grandmaster, you would be seriously injured and dying.

"Scatter!"

However, something unbelievable happened to them, only to hear Ji An shout softly, a bright blue light flashed away in the strong wind, and all the palm strength, finger strength, leg strength, etc. all dissipated without a trace, like a breeze blowing on the mountain, completely unshakable.

"Little monks, the exercises are skilled, but it's a pity that the real qi is too far behind!"

Ji An put his hands behind his back and slowly walked forward.

With every step he took, the hearts of the ten monks roared, and all kinds of feelings of chest tightness and blood surging spontaneously appeared.

"Evil Outer Dao, I'll fight with you!"

A young monk's face was flushed, it was really unbearable to bear this pain, he suddenly shouted, his figure flashed, his right palm waved, and suddenly, a golden palm print flew out from his palm, the palm print was in front, and the flesh palm was behind, one in front and one after the other in a link, straight to Ji An's chest.

It is one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple, Donkey Kong Palm!

"Senior brother, no!"

The middle-aged monk shouted urgently, but it was already too late for his junior and younger disciples to come out together.

At this time, even if he knew that he was not this person's opponent, he could only fight for the life of his junior brother.

"Senior brothers, set up a formation to kill the enemy!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the nine monks, including the middle-aged monks, were in a hurry, flickering left and right, pounced forward, fell backwards, jumped, and opened an extremely mysterious formation, killing Ji An inconsistently.

"Little monk, Donkey Kong palm is not used like this, let this seat show you, see and understand!"

Seeing that the palm print was about to be patted on his body, Ji An shook his head and smiled, his right palm suddenly stood up to his chest, and in an instant, an artistic conception that seemed to be like a demon King Kong suddenly emerged from him.

"It's... No way! Shape, spirit, artistic conception... It's all in one... This is the highest level of Donkey Kong Palm! ”

The little monk was like a ghost, his face was full of incredulity, and so were the rest of the monks.

How could this person be the secret of the Shaolin Temple?

Is this still a demonic way?

At this moment, I saw the golden palm print slap a foot in front of Ji An, but he couldn't advance or retreat, and then the palm print was filled with a ripple visible to the naked eye, and it dissipated without a trace.

Ji An waved his right palm, carrying the unstoppable momentum of King Kong, and the fleshy palm of the little monk was opposite.

The two palms are facing each other, without a trace of energy leaking out, as if two good friends are palming each other.

"Enlightened?"

"The little monk is enlightened, thank you for your advice!"

As soon as the words fell, the little monk's face turned red, and there was a bang on his body, and he fell to the ground softly, and his bones were shattered and died.

"It's a pity!"

Ji An withdrew his right palm, shook his head and sighed.

Although he does not have the support of true qi, the realm of the exercises he has learned before is still there, especially the Buddhist exercises, thanks to the Buddha's "swastika" imprint, they have all reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and then with the power of the body, the power of the general is greater than the previous support of true qi.

"Senior brother, don't ......"

"Demon, the poor monk is fighting with you!"

Seeing the death of the little monk, the eyes of the nine monks were red, urging the true qi of the whole body, and they crushed it with the formation situation.

For a time, the air flow surged, the strong wind whistled, and all kinds of fists, palms, legs, and fingers...... Take all the points around Ji An's body.

"That's it! Let's go! ”

The blood in Ji An's eyes flashed, and his entire body disappeared in place.

A monk who waved his palm only felt a flower in front of him, as if he saw a leg shadow kicking in his chest, and the whole person was like a cloud driving a mist, flying ten zhang away, and when he landed, he spit out a blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and died.

"No!"

At the same time as a monk yelled, his body was weak, he felt that his whole body had no strength, his legs were so weak that he was on the ground, and he looked down before he died, and he saw a charred palm print on his chest.

"Poof!"

Between the fierce fist wind, I saw a crystal like jade finger pointed at the eyebrows of a fat monk who was swinging his fist indiscriminately, and in an instant, a mouthful of blood arrow spurted out, his body was shocked, and he fell to the ground on his back, and his eyes were only full of incredulity.

Ji An's figure kept flashing, like a fairy in the wind, swift as electricity, with dazzling afterimages, and the remaining six monks couldn't catch his shadow at all, so they could only use their whole body true qi to slash and slash indiscriminately.

There was another muffled sound, and I saw a thin monk clutching his chest and falling to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! ……

The muffled snort continued to sound, and a monk kept flying upside down and falling, and when he fell to the ground, he either collapsed in his chest and died, or his muscles and bones were shattered and died.

'Boom', I saw a human-shaped mark on a wall in the courtyard, which was the middle-aged monk who led the way.

His face was pale, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, and his chest was constantly heaving, apparently with only a few breaths left.

"Monk, can you tell me that there is still a temple to come to Bashu?"

Ji An walked slowly in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

"Ahem... What the hell is the donor... For... Why do you have the seventy-two stunts of my Shaolin Temple, and... Also refined to the most... The highest? ”

The middle-aged monk answered the question, his eyes flashing, obviously returning to the light.

Ji An smiled slightly: "If I say that the old man of the Buddha taught me, you will definitely not believe it, but in fact it has the credit of this fat man." Forget it, I see that you won't say it, you will understand when you ask Yan Jun when you go to the underworld! ”

Let's let go of the astringent breath.

Suddenly, Ji An's treasure was solemn, his face was full of brilliance, the treasure light flowed, and his body seemed to exude a peaceful golden light, and the breath of Buddha nature escaped, setting off him like a Buddha descending into the world!

In a trance, these visions disappeared without a trace, and at this time, Ji An's purple hair and shawl, with lotus lines on his forehead, his eyes were blood-red, and his murderous aura rose to the sky, stirring up the clouds and clouds, as if an evil demon was coming to the world!

"I... I saw the Buddha, the demons... Same... In the same person... The world is going to be in chaos..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged monk's eyes widened, and he was indeed frightened by Ji An's appearance and swallowed his last breath......

"I can't imagine that even the hidden Shaolin Temple has appeared, it seems that my little butterfly has a lot of influence on the plot of the entire Tang Plane! Maybe that thirteen stick monks to save the Tang King will also happen in advance......"

Ji An stood on the roof of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, his robe fluttering, and his thoughts were dark.

"Master, all the bald donkeys in Yuntai Temple have been ambushed... Brothers..."

At this time, the Heavenly Remnant leaped up and reported the results of the battle.

"Okay, let them rest for a while, bandage the wounds for minor injuries, and treat the serious injuries with all their might, and go to the next temple according to the map in half an hour!"

"Yes!"

…………

For three months, the land of Bashu was full of swords, swords, blood, rain and blood, and the air was full of murderous aura.

More than 50,000 people with successful martial arts skills, such as the Sichuan Gang and the Ba League, under the leadership of Ji An, the lord of Zhonghua Fort, occupied one temple after another, and the rudder of the Demon Gate was bulldozed.

Wherever Ji Anjing is headed, all the resistance forces are bleeding like rivers and floating corpses......

In three months, the entire Bashu was silent!

The Buddha, demons and other forces that were originally coming to carve up the land of Bashu, after hearing that Ji An appeared and what he had done, most of them were frightened and abandoned their armor and retreated back to their nests, panicking all day long!

A part of the unrelenting forces rushed to Bashu under the leadership of many grandmaster-level masters, but before they entered Bashu, they were blocked by Ji An in the area of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

On that day, thunder roared and electric snakes danced.

Ji An slapped out a palm against Qianjun and more than 20 grandmaster masters, and the grandmaster-level masters were as powerless as pieces of paper, and their flesh and blood were shattered and scattered all over the ground; With one kick, the wind was like a knife, and more than a dozen innate masters were like being struck by a big knife, and they were cut in two......

Ji An seems to be the reincarnation of the martial god, all kinds of swords, guns and arrows are useless to him, the sky is dark, the blood is drifting, the corpses are piled up, the heroes are crazy to escape, only hate their parents for having two legs, until the Yiling area does not stop, a clear of people, only more than 100 people remain......

Since then, the name of Ji An has surpassed the three great masters at home and abroad, and he calls it - Killing God! (To be continued.) )