A bag of rice has to resist several floors (feel the pain)......

A bag of rice to resist the second floor (think about the pain)......

A bag of rice is a lot of tiredness (accept the pain)......

A bag of rice is a lot of tiredness (understand the pain)......

Mud in the mouth (start now)......

Who gave you a bag of rice yo (to make the world feel pain)......

Yang Xin, who was in the sky, removed his disguise and controlled the sand cloud to descend, descending to a distance where Fang Zheng and the others could see their faces.

At this time, Yang Xin and his party in the sky, all dressed in red cloud costumes on a black background, this was only what Yang Xin strongly requested before the trip, not to mention, changing into the clothes of this Xiao organization, everyone immediately felt domineering, and even felt that their group had an invincible power in the world!

Yang Xin suddenly took a step forward, just standing in the air, his eyes closed, and then he opened, his original eyes turned into reincarnation eyes, and he saw Yang Xin stretch out his hands and hug him, as if hugging the entire sky.

"Spicy Tenmori (Shinra Tense)!"

"Boom!"

The entire Shaolin Mountain began to shake, and then shook like an earthquake, and the remaining buildings of Shaolin were shattered in an instant.

"Run!" Ren Wuxing yelled at Xiang Wentian, and then grabbed Ren Yingying.

As a result, Ling Hu Chong first grabbed Ren Yingying, and then the two of them flew towards the sky.

Ren Wuxing's face changed several times, he glanced at Ling Hu Chong and Ren Yingying, who were fluttering like immortals, and then looked at Yang Xin, who was domineering in the air, turned his head, increased his internal force to twelve percent, and ran down the mountain.

Fang Zheng was also shocked, and his heart was almost shattered, such an attack method and power were beyond the power of man. Fang Zheng saw that he would turn around and flee, and wanted to shout to Chongxu Daoist to flee together, but in a blink of an eye, he found that Chongxu Daoist ran earlier and faster than Renwuxing, and he almost didn't come up in one breath, and then Fang Zheng hurriedly shouted to the Shaolin disciples and fled down the mountain.

It was not only the Shaolin disciples who fled, at the foot of the mountain, the Five Elements Banner led by Blue Phoenix and others, as well as the Alliance of Evil Warding Sword Cultivators led by Lin Zhennan, and the Jinyi Guards who were hanging far behind everyone, also fled one after another.

Just a few breaths, the huge Shaolin Mountain is like a nine-magnitude earthquake, the ground is shaking, and it is turned over, and it is impossible to see that the Shaolin Temple has ever existed, and only a few people such as Fang Zheng in the Shaolin Temple escaped to survive, and the rest of the disciples have been mourned under Yang Xin's trick "Shenluo Tianzheng".

After the Shaolin Mountain Gate was destroyed and the Shaolin Mountain was completely devoid of Shaolin, Yang Xin controlled the sand cloud to fall slowly and fell in front of Shaolin Fangzheng. At this time, there were only twenty or thirty remnants of Shaolin, and they were also surrounded by the heroes of the Five Tyrants, the Alliance of Evil Warding Sword Cultivators, the Jinyi Guard, and the Xianyue Gate.

"Yang Xin, why did I destroy my mountain gate and destroy my inheritance?" Fang Zheng's eyes stared at Yang Xin who fell from the sky, and roared with his eyes bursting.

"Because, this place is destined for me, and I have come to cross it! You see, the purple clouds of this Shaomuro Mountain cover the sky, and the brilliance of Xiaguan appears in my east, and it will be prosperous in the future......" Yang Xin said lightly, as if he did not take the matter of destroying the door to heart.

"This Shaomu Mountain is owned by my Buddhism, how can it be related to you?" Fang Zheng interrupted Yang Xin's serious nonsense and scolded angrily. At this time, the mountain gate has been destroyed, the inheritance has been broken, and there are few masters left in the door, and Fangzheng can only pin his hopes on the battle of tongues, hoping that Yang Xin can let Shaolin preserve some incense and pass it on.

"Owned by your Buddha?" Yang Xin sneered disdainfully and said: "Shaolin Temple was founded in the 19th year of Taihe of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the Northern Wei Dynasty Xiaowen Emperor Tuoba Hong was built at the northern foot of the Shaomu Mountain of Songshan Mountain facing the capital Luoyang. Am I right? ”

"What the real man says is very true." Fang Zheng breathed a long sigh of relief, since Yang Xin can talk to himself calmly, it means that Yang Xin can still be reasonable, since Yang Xin is reasonable, Fang Zheng's heart is settled, because he is good at reasoning, because he is good at reasoning, because Fang Zheng has not lost in reasoning.

"And before that?" Yang Xin said suddenly.

"Before this? What do you mean? Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, and faintly had a bad premonition.

"I mean, in the 19th year of Taihe of the Northern Wei Dynasty, before the Indian monk Batuo founded Shaolin, who owned Shaolin Mountain?" Yang Xin laughed teasingly.

"This ......" Fang Zheng glared, how to answer, there was no Shaolin Temple before that, Fang Zheng opened his mouth, and it took a long time to spit out a sentence: "What do real people have a high opinion?" ”

"Xia Shang and Western Zhou, Buzhou divided into two sections, Spring and Autumn and Warring States, unified Qin and Han, divided into Wei, Shu and Wu, two Jin and two Jin dynasties, and the Northern and Southern Dynasties stood side by side...... Shaolin was built in the nineteenth year of Taihe in the Northern Wei Dynasty, can it be said that before that, when Shaolin Mountain did not have Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Mountain belonged to Jin? Yang Xin said.

Fang Zheng opened his mouth, and he could only say yes.

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the coast of the leader is not the king's minister. That is to say, since ancient times, Shaomuro Mountain is the territory of my China, and it is an inseparable part of my China. ”

Fang Zheng was speechless, and could only nod again.

Yang Xin stretched out his hand and swiped the void, and a holy decree appeared in Yang Xin's hand, Yang Xin waved his hand, and threw the holy decree to Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng hurriedly opened it and took a look, the holy decree clearly stated that Shaomu Mountain and the fields that originally belonged to Shaolin were all assigned to Xianyuemen, and the holy decree was also stamped with the Great Seal of the Human Emperor, which could not be true.

Fang Zheng held the holy decree in his hand, and felt that the holy decree in his hand was heavier than a thousand jun. Fang Zheng was covered in a cold sweat, and he wanted to tear the holy decree apart, not to mention that destroying the holy decree was no different from rebellion, just saying that Yang Xin could obtain one holy decree, he could get two holy decrees, and tearing up the holy decree, the opportunity for equal dialogue that Fang Zheng had not easily created was gone.

Just as Fang Zheng's thoughts were turning sharply, Yang Xin's next words directly extinguished the luck in Fang Zheng's heart.

"What do you have to do with destroying you!"

Fang Zhengzhi felt a thunderbolt ring in his mind, Fang Zheng staggered a few steps, his face was pale, he sat down on the ground, and the holy finger in his hand was pulled by Yang Xin's hand, slowly flew into Yang Xin's hand, and handed it to Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun was stunned for a moment, and quickly put away the holy decree.

"Real people want to kill them all?" Fang Zheng roared like a beast that was about to die.

"Well, give you a chance, whether Shaolin can survive or not depends on the will of God."

"What is providence?" Fang Zheng said eagerly like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

"Tournament! Two wins in three games, just like if you win, you can take your disciples down the mountain and go to the Shaolin Temple in Putian to make it pass on; If you fail, you will accompany this Buddhist ancestral court and bury it. Rest assured, I won't bully the small. ”

Yang Xin seems to remember that after the five Bagang heroes besieged Shaolin in the original play, there was a plot of winning or losing in three battles, so he simply used the three battles to win or lose to draw an end to his world.