"Evil obstacles, still not converted?" The sweeping monk was high up and shouted solemnly.

Matthew only felt a tingling in his mind, and couldn't help but bend down to cover his head, and then said angrily: "Dead bald donkey, you are looking for death." ”

I just wanted to cast the Ruyi Divine Sword, but I found that my body was empty, and I didn't have the slightest true qi, and I was shocked.

"Amitabha, this is the space of bliss, and your martial arts are useless here." The sweeping monk said lightly.

"Dead bald donkey, it's really powerful." Matthew exclaimed, the first time he encountered this situation, he was a little overwhelmed.

The sweeping monk slapped out with one palm, forming a large handprint, which grew bigger and bigger, and slapped it towards Matthew's head.

Matthew ran backwards, but found that he couldn't run out of the attack range of the Great Mudra without light skills, and couldn't help but stop and raise his arms high, trying to resist the Great Mudra.

"Huh?" Matthew sighed softly, and the mountain that he had no premonition was overpowering, and when he looked up, he saw that the big handprint tried to fall, but was blocked by Matthew's thin arm.

"It turned out to be a paper tiger." Matthew smiled, his heart moved, and he punched the big mudra, watching the amazing big mudra be destroyed by a single blow.

The sweeping monk's face changed, he looked at Matthew deeply, and his heart was shocked, he forcibly broke into Matthew's spiritual world with the Buddhist spiritual secret method, and transformed the attack, thinking that even if Matthew's skills and physical body were strong, but the spiritual cultivation must not be as good as himself, where did he think that although Matthew did not know how to use the spiritual secret method, his powerful spiritual power still easily resisted his own attack.

Now it's in trouble.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" sweeping monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the body sitting on the lotus platform began to grow larger, and soon it was connected to the heavens and the earth, and Matthew was like an ant.

A hill-like palm pressed down.

Matthew's expression was grim, he raised his arms high, and once again wanted to resist the palm of the sweeping monk, but he didn't want to this time, the strong pressure instantly pressed Matthew to spit blood, his legs were broken, and he barely raised his arms to support there.

The sweeping monk's golden forehead was also slightly sweating, and he tried his best to press down his palm and completely annihilate Matthew, but he had more than enough strength but not enough strength.

After a stalemate of more than a dozen breaths, the sweeping monk retracted his mountain-like arms, and his entire huge body quickly shrank and fell from the air.

"Evil obstacles, still not converted?" The sweeping monk shouted.

"Hehe, old bald donkey, donkey skills are poor." Matthew spat blood from his mouth, but still smiled.

"Donor, as long as you are willing to take refuge, with your talent and the teachings of the old man, you will soon be able to achieve positive results, so why be so stubborn." The sweeping monk changed his expression and said temptingly.

"What do you have to teach me?" Matthew sneered.

"Amitabha, donor, do you want my secret method of incarnating the Buddha?" The sweeping monk laughed.

"Old bald donkey, you are just a small road, otherwise why can't you help me?" Matthew said dismissively.

"This is because the donor's spiritual cultivation is too high, otherwise, ......" The sweeping monk did not finish speaking, but his face showed a look of horror, only to see Matthew, who had broken his legs and was dying, suddenly stood up and looked at himself indifferently.

"You, you ......"

Matthew sneered, "Do you think you're going to know the Spiritual Secret Method?" Look at mine. Rise and rise. ”

With the sound of Matthew's words, Matthew's body began to swell, and soon stood up to the sky, his huge body leaned over slightly, and said with a smile: "Isn't it the method of using spiritual power?" As long as you break through the limitations of thinking, what is the difficulty? ”

The sweeping monk didn't say a word, his body was vertical, and he flew towards the sky, wanting to get out of this space.

Although this is his illusion, but after all, it is in Matthew's spiritual space, once Matthew masters the spiritual secret method, with his spiritual cultivation and home advantage, the sweeping monk can imagine his miserable situation.

"Where to go!" Matthew shouted, and the huge sound wave shook the entire space in all directions, and the sweeping monk who bore the brunt of it immediately screamed miserably, fell from the air, covered his ears, bled from his seven orifices, and rolled on the ground.

"Haha!" Matthew laughed, his huge palm grasping the ant-like body of the sweeping monk and rubbing it back and forth on the ground.

After going back and forth dozens of times, Matthew raised his arm, pinched the sweeping monk with his huge fingers, put it in front of him, looked at the miserable appearance of the sweeping monk, and said with a smile: "Bald donkey, what else do you have to say?" ”

The sweeping monk opened his mouth several times, but was blocked by the blood gushing out of his mouth, and finally reluctantly said: "Donor, please raise your noble hand." ”

"Hey, do you think it's possible?" Matthew laughed.

The sweeping monk's face turned even paler, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Alas, please let the donor spare the Shaolin Temple." ”

"I won't agree to this either." Matthew teased.

"Donor, why are you so hostile to my Buddhism?" The sweeping monk was puzzled.

"Don't you know? Look at what you just did, what would be the consequences if I was slightly defeated? Matthew sneered.

The sweeping monk was silent, he naturally knew the consequences, one was that Matthew's soul was scattered, and the other was that the spirit was manipulated by the sweeping monk and became a puppet-like existence, and the external manifestation was epiphany, putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.

"Since you have no words, then I will send you to the western sky." Matthew didn't mean to talk nonsense anymore, he pinched his fingers and crushed the sweeping monk's entire body, and then shook his palms and rubbed back and forth, completely annihilating the sweeping monk.

With the complete death of the sweeping monk, this void space collapsed in an instant, and Matthew only felt a shock to his spirit and woke up.

The venue of the martial arts conference.

Since the sweeping monk made his strong debut, watching the sweeping monk and Matthew fight for a few rounds, regardless of victory or defeat, Xuan Ci Xuan Nan and others were full of excitement, and other martial arts people were shocked.

At this moment, I saw that the sweeping monk and Matthew looked at each other, both of them were still, after a dozen breaths, Matthew shook his head, raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and the sweeping monk's eyes dimmed, and his body fell.

"Master......" Xuan Ci and the others cried out in grief.

"Senior nephew, are you okay?" Tianshan Tong's grandmother walked over with a heavy face, and she felt that Matthew's situation just now was a little abnormal.

"It's fine!" Matthew shook his head, and then asked, "Uncle Shi, how long did I look at the old bald donkey just now?" ”

"Huh? A dozen breaths. Tianshan Tong's grandmother frowned.

"So short?" Matthew had a faint guess in his heart, the speed of time in the spiritual world should be different from the outside world, the outside world is more than ten seconds, and the spiritual world has passed more than ten minutes.

Then he told him about the danger just now.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother said angrily: "These dead bald donkeys dare to use these indiscriminate methods on the head of my free faction, it is really bold, nephew, we will now raze the Shaolin Temple to the ground and let out this evil breath." ”

Matthew just wanted to nod his head and agree, but suddenly his heart palpitated, and he looked up at the sky, where an inexplicable aura suddenly rose, and a supreme existence that transcended the heavens and all worlds glanced at this side slightly, separated by countless worlds, Matthew felt a lot of pressure.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "Forget it, just punish the evil and destroy the martial arts inheritance of the Shaolin Temple." ”

"Alas, my nephew is still too kind." Tianshan Tong's grandmother said with some dissatisfaction.

"My Loose Sect is an authentic sect, not an evil demon, how can I do such a thing that is not taught and punished, if they dare to provoke us in the future, at that time, even if it is a divine beast descending into the world, I will do the way for heaven." Matthew laughed.

"It's fine." Tianshan Tong nodded.

"Uncle Shi, Wanqing, you are here later, I will come when I go." Matthew said, his body rose into the air, and headed towards the back mountain of Shaolin.

Xuan Ci's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Go to the Scripture Pavilion." ”

After speaking, he took the lead in running over there, Xuan Nan and the others were stunned for a moment, and their faces also changed greatly, and they took up light skills and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Hey, what are they doing here?"

"Haha, I don't know, the Scripture Pavilion has Shaolin Seventy-two Masterpieces, Matthew must have destroyed the Scripture Pavilion and lost the Shaolin martial arts."

"Do you want to be so wasteful?"

"Let's go, let's go and see, this rare grand occasion for us to meet in a thousand years, it's really worth the trip."

Some martial arts people who like to join in the fun began to follow behind the Shaolin monks and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Dad, let's go." Xiao Feng said wistfully.

"No, Xuan Ci is not dead, I am uneasy, wait for us to kill Xuan Ci, and then turn back to Da Liao." Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and said.

"Tell me, where is my son?" Ye Erniang cried and begged.

Xiao Feng couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "Dad, just tell her." ”

Xiao Yuanshan sneered: "Xuan Ci harmed our family, and now I still want to see each other, where is that good thing?" ”

As he spoke, he struck Ye Erniang's Tianling Gai with a palm and killed her.

Ye Erniang's eyes widened, looking at Xiao Yuanshan, her eyes full of begging.

"Daddy......" Xiao Feng was slightly dissatisfied, only felt that his father was too cruel, and couldn't help but think of him killing the innocent adoptive parents and his mentor Master Xuanku, who had great kindness to him, and his heart was full of pain.

"Little monk, where do you want to run?" Tianshan Tong said.

But it was Kumachi and the others who didn't pay attention, and quietly retreated, wanting to escape from here. He was really frightened by Matthew's methods, once he faced it, he had no power to fight back, but if he wanted him to break through the Buddha and enter the Tao, he was absolutely unwilling.

Now that Matthew is not here, it is his only hope to escape, but he doesn't want Tianshan Tong to see him a long time ago, and when he sees that he wants to escape, he immediately speaks up.

Where did Gu Mozhi dare to stay, without saying a word, his body was vertical, and he ran towards the mountain gate.

Tianshan Tong's grandmother chased after her with light skills, and Mu Wanqing also chased after Ling Bo with slight steps.

The three of them are all congenital masters, although Gu Mozhi is extremely talented, but his skill is not as high as Tianshan Tong's grandmother, and his light skill is not as strong as Mu Wanqing, and he was soon caught up, two to one, Gu Mozhi has no chance of winning at all, and after dozens of moves, he was captured by the two.

Here, Matthew flew to the Scripture Pavilion, transported the Tianshan Six Yang Palms, and ignited the entire Scripture Pavilion, and the raging fire began to burn.

When Xuan Ci and the others arrived, the fire had completely engulfed the Scripture Pavilion.

"Hurry up and put out the fire!" Xuan Ci shouted.

Hundreds of Shaolin disciples desperately stepped forward, trying to extinguish the flames, but the fire was already in place, and there was no way for manpower to stop it.

Xuan Ci looked at the burning Scripture Pavilion, roared, and pounced on it.

"Senior Brother Abbot."

"Uncle Abbot."

"Abbot Master Ancestor."

The Shaolin monk cried out in grief, thinking that the abbot would die if he couldn't think of throwing himself into the fire.

But he didn't want to think that after a while, Xuan Ci, who was covered in flames, ran out with a dozen books in his arms, and looked at Xuan Ci who was dying, Matthew sighed: "You guys are really enchanted." ”

With a suck of the palm in his hand, he sucked the book in Xuan Ci's hand and threw it into the flames.

"Adversary, I'll fight with you." Xuan Nan's eyes were red and he pounced.

Other Shaolin monks also sacrificed their lives to follow Xuanyan and wanted to kill Matthew.

"Alas......" Matthew's spiritual power swept over, marking these Shaolin monks one by one, and then let out a 'free sigh', the ears of these rushing monks roared, and then they all fainted to the ground.