Exploding Monk Cifei has reached the last step!

Bodhi refers to the last brilliance of his life!

Through the Great Movement of the Xuan Palm, the hidden true qi in the acupuncture path exploded, as well as the wisps of innate qi, which made him reach the peak again.

However, the peak is followed by death.

The exploding monk Cifei is indeed very powerful, but it is impossible to kill the two super strong people easily.

The price of all this is the life of the monk Cifei.

With an indifferent smile on his face, his eyes flowed with unwillingness and helplessness.

Unwilling to change the earth's magnetic field in this world, it is helpless that human power cannot change the rules of this world at all.

The middle finger of his right hand was less than an inch away from the center of Mocha's eyebrows, and the fierce energy tore the skin in front of Mocha's forehead, revealing Senbai's skull.

"No, don't do that, I don't want to die!!"

Mocha's eyes rolled with madness, and the cracks on his temples were even more obvious, but he still couldn't break free from the shackles.

Bata was extremely anxious, as soon as Mocha died, then he would be in danger.

Dead!

"I'm not reconciled!"

At the moment when the middle finger of the right hand of the exploding monk Cifei touched the center of Mocha's eyebrows, Mocha erupted with an unprecedented ability, and roared to the sky!

"Amitabha!"

The half-amputated finger of the exploding monk Cifei pierced the center of Mocha's eyebrows and said a Buddha name.

Mocha's eyes were blank, and the sea of consciousness was stirred, especially the sea of supernatural energy, which was covered by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, constantly dissolving.

Death is only a moment.

Suddenly, the faces of everyone present changed drastically.

"Smack!"

A white palm suddenly appeared on the shoulder of the exploding monk Cifei, and the huge force pressed his shoulder to tilt slightly.

"Li Ling!" Zhang Ziye's expression froze, looking at the figure that suddenly appeared behind the explosive monk Cifei.

Long Xiao's eyes narrowed, and his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, ready to strike at any time.

The quiet monk Ciyun, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, suddenly got up, his eyes spewed angry flames, and he watched Li Ling press his right hand on the shoulder of the explosive monk Ci Fei.

"Emperor Yan, it's Emperor Yan!" Mocha's dull eyes suddenly glowed with a bright light, looking at the figure that appeared behind the exploding monk Cifei, and a sense of joy rose in his heart for the rest of his life.

"My people, not everyone can kill!" Li Ling's voice was very light and light, but it was absolutely domineering.

"Boom!"

A volume of terrifying energy gushed out from the body of the exploding monk Ci Fei, his face was cold, his right hand flipped over, and his sharp nails pierced Li Ling's eyebrows.

"Boom!"

The middle finger was pierced in the center of Li Ling's eyebrows, but the sharp nails seemed to be pierced in the dark iron. But even the dark iron will be pierced by this finger.

As soon as his eyelids were raised, Li Ling's deep eyes were filled with a touch of coldness, and he said, "Master Cifei, is this the hospitality of your Shaolin Temple?"

Exploding Monk Cifei's heart was shaken, and the light of disbelief rolled in his eyes, he knew that Li Ling was very strong and had the glory of being the first person in the world.

However, he didn't expect Li Ling to be so powerful.

Don't dodge, don't dodge, and resist the Bodhi finger unscathed.

A finger fell, and a touch of gloom appeared on the face of the exploding monk Cifei, and said: "You are worthy of being the first strong grandmaster in a hundred years, Li Ling, you are indeed stronger than me!"

Bodhi Finger couldn't hurt Li Ling, and the exploding monk Cifei knew that this time, the catastrophe of Shaolin Temple could not be resolved.

With a soft smile, Li Ling let go of his right hand that was holding down the shoulder of the explosive monk Cifei, and swept his gaze to look at Long Xiao and the others.

"Emperor Yan!"

"Thank you, Emperor Yan!"

With a look of fear in their eyes, Bata and Mocha ran behind Li Ling.

"Bang bang!"

"Boom!"

There were two loud bangs, and the ruins in the distance exploded.

A gust of wind swept by, and the figures of Bata and Mocha vanished in place.

"I can't do this thing well, it's really a waste!" Li Ling shook his head indifferently.

"Ahem!"

With a look of horror in his eyes, Bata came out of the pile of rubble, his heart trembling, "He, he's getting stronger again!"

During this period of time, Li Ling was cultivating in the first nine layers of the Shenwu Pavilion, and with the Mixed Yuan Gong cultivating to the small consummation, his combat effectiveness was more than doubled.

Even in the outside world, Li Ling can exert two and a half percent of his power.

The corners of Zhang Ziye's mouth twitched, looking at Li Ling, who was standing with his hands in his hands, just now Bata and Mocha were suddenly knocked away, and they didn't react.

"Master Ciyun, Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of the ancient martial arts realm of China, and I don't want to kill in this place of Buddhism and cultivation, so I hope you can help me persuade the abbot of Rufa to return to the Yama Palace!" Li Ling looked at the quiet monk Ciyun with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The earth's magnetic field changes rapidly, leaving not much time for Li Ling.

So, in the next period of time, whether it's for self-interest or for the overall situation. Li Ling must quickly cut through the chaos, quickly take over the ancient martial arts world of China, reformulate the order, and plan for future development.

A woman's kindness only does bad things.

Catching up with Li Ling's gaze, the quiet monk Ciyun clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, this matter can't be conveyed by the old man, please don't be surprised!"

"Huh!"

Can't communicate?

Are you going to fight to the death?

For the sake of the big plan, Li Ling didn't mind killing some people.

Compared to the safety of the entire planet, these sacrifices are nothing at all.

"Master Cifei, what do you think?"

Li Ling turned his head to look at the explosive monk Cifei who was standing still and his face was pale.

"Amitabha, the words of the old man may not be useful!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the words fell, the exploding monk Cifei's body fell straight to the ground, his breath was cut off, and his soul was broken Shaolin.

"Senior brother!"

Looking at the explosive monk Ci Fei, who fell to the ground heavily, his hands were still folded, the quiet monk Ciyun had tears in his eyes, and his old body trembled slightly.

"It's a pity!" Glancing at the corpse of the exploding monk Cifei, Li Ling turned his eyes and looked at the Scripture Pavilion in the distance.

"Buzz!"

With one step out, Li Ling's figure suddenly disappeared in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

A cold light flashed in Long Xiao's eyes, and the sharp soft sword was slammed out of its sheath and disappeared in place.

"Bang Bang!"

A hundred miles away from the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the sound of metal collision sounded.

Long Xiao had an unbelievable glint on his face, and the sharp soft sword in his hand was like a raging storm, stabbing at Li Ling again and again.

However, Li Ling smiled, his left hand was behind his back, and the two fingers of his right hand formed a sword, resisting the sharp soft sword.

The sound of metal colliding was the interlacing of the soft sword and Li Ling's fingers.

Zhang Ziye, who was standing in the distance, felt as if he was dreaming, using his fingers to resist the soft sword?

And the holder of the soft sword is the grandmaster powerhouse Long Xiao, who has performed an ethereal cloud flying swordsmanship.

In this case, Li Ling fought with his backhand and suppressed Long Xiao with two fingers?

"Didn't I wake up?" Zhang Ziye felt a little broken, how could the gap be so big as a strong grandmaster?

"A thousand swords!"

The corners of Li Ling's mouth were smiling, and his skin expression was flowing with milky white brilliance, especially the two fingers that resisted the soft sword, which were about to melt, and the light was holy.