The old monk's face immediately sank to the bottom. Only in terms of wisdom and intelligence, he is the first person in the past. Seeking a remedy from Buddhism is already a whimsical move, and for so many years, I have diligently practiced Buddhist martial arts, but I have only made up for the loopholes in my body caused by my cultivation of the Xiaoyao School exercises, and I have not fundamentally made up for the exercises.

From Huang Shang's words, he knew that he had lost.

When the old monk raised his eyes to look at the yellow clothes again, there was a little scarlet in his eyes.

Huang Shang suddenly looked up and laughed, laughing forward and backward, like crazy, and said: "Buddhism and Taoism double cultivation!" Buddhism and Taoism! I only think that you are a dual cultivator of Buddhism and Taoism, and it turns out that you still have evil skills, but I don't know if you are practicing evil skills in the first place, or if you have practiced evil martial arts yourself. ”

When Huang Sheng suppressed his laughter and looked at the old monk fixedly, his eyes were completely red, more completely red than the old monk.

Huang Shang raised his hand and made a gesture of please, and his outstretched palm was also blood red.

No matter how high the martial arts practice is, it is also the category of Rao, and I don't know who has practiced as an immortal. And Huang Shang's state at this time is not an immortal, but he looks like a demon, and the heroes only feel that there is a demon wind blowing on the entire hill, even Li Canghai and Xiao Feng are no exception.

The old monk was finally really shocked, and stretched out his hand to stop the Shaolin monks: "Don't act rashly." ”

This battle can be regarded as a superhuman battle, and the others have lost their room to intervene.

The old monk recited: "Amitabha! ”

The palms were put together, forming a huge aura between his palms.

Huang Shang smiled evilly, rushed in, and his blood-red palms waved a blood-colored trajectory, stirring up the aura between the old monk's palms.

Jedi exterminates the Great Ziyang Hand, Gu Long's mastery, and Jin Yong's combat power board.

Huang Shang laughed wildly: "You want to suppress people with power, but unfortunately my power is not weaker than yours, why do you press me?" ”

The old monk took a step, this step was very slow, but extremely steady, waving his right palm, still very slow, but the strong wind with it was pervasive, and it was coming in the direction of the yellow clothes.

Huang Shang knew that with Errao's cultivation, ingenuity no longer worked, there was no question of who played well and who played badly, and the so-called experience of facing the enemy was useless. The one who can survive the two is the person whose martial arts cultivation is higher.

Huang Shang was not afraid of life and death, and caught the palm of the old monk, holding his palms together, and the two of them coincidentally carried the "Star Absorbing Dafa" and "Northern Shengong".

Gao Rao's thoughts were surprisingly consistent, but the results were also surprisingly consistent, and neither of them sucked away each other's internal strength.

"Yijin Sutra" is shared by both of them, and both of them have also thought about how to absorb the internal strength of Yijin Sutra.

If Huang Shang only studied this because he was bored, then the old monk knew that the spiritual gate of the internal strength of the "Yijin Sutra" was sucked dry by Huang Shang, and this matter would be urgent.

What Huang Shang thought of, the old monk also thought of, Huang Shang is not the only smart person in the world.

Huang Sheng shouted: "Admire! Admire! ”

He stood in the center of the storm, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his arms, the strength of the thirteen-layer dragon elephant that he had struck for the first time. Every fist and every palm has the ability to open up the ground, and the wind on the hill is fierce, stirring the ground with the power of one man.

The old monk's expression was solemn, but he did not hide or dodge, his feet took root, his dry arms were glowing with golden light, and the whole person was like a golden Buddha.

It's not exciting, every time you can see it clearly, nothing has changed, but every time it shakes, it makes Quan Zhan frightened, this is the battle of the gods and Buddhas beyond Changrao.

The old monk is not passively beaten, and only defending and not attacking is the way to death.

But the old monk's qigong golden body seemed to have cracks, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and when the golden body was broken, it was when he was defeated.

The old monk bit his lips tightly, and the blood color of his eyes, which were originally only a little scarlet, became heavier and heavier, and his palms, which were glowing with golden light, began to penetrate the blood color and turned purple gold.

Huang Shang laughed: "You are defeated!" No, it should be Shaolin defeated, it was the Buddha defeated. Whether it is the Tao, Buddha, or Demon, with your endowment, you can specialize in cultivating together, and it is extremely easy to reach the peak. You want to complement each other with Buddhism and Taoism, seek stability and generosity, and begin to covet the deterrence of demons. Is there anyone in the world who can reach the peak of the Buddha, the Tao, and the Devil? Yes, but not you. I'm going to show you where you're today! ”

Huang Shang stood on his heels, hugged Tai Chi, twisted his hands slowly, as if light and heavy, rolled up a huge whirlpool, with the skill of the old monk, he had to put all his strength on his legs, otherwise there was a risk of unstable foothold.

Then Huang Shang waved his palms, and the treasure was solemn, like King Kong, between the cracked stones, bringing out compassion.

The old monk was shocked, this body of Buddhism cultivation was not under him, and there was a feeling of being touched by the Buddha in the cold palm wind.

In the end, Huang Shang's eyes were scarlet, and they were getting heavier and heavier, as if blood was about to spurt out, and the blood-red fists were getting bigger and bigger, as if they were coming from hell.

The flames of hell rose into the sky, endless evil ghosts howled, and the holy land of Buddhism became a ghost domain!

The old monk's eyes widened, and he couldn't close his mouth, there are really people in the world who are better than himself!

Before meeting Huang Shang, the old monk felt that no matter which one, he had cultivated to the limit, he didn't feel that he was greedy and couldn't chew too much, he felt that he couldn't chew every one of them.

It turns out that it is just the pinnacle of my own understanding, and each path never ends.

The scarlet in the old monk's eyes faded, and the Buddha was full of glory and solemn treasures.

Huang Sheng shook his head and said, "It's too late, then let you look like a Buddha when you die." ”

Huang Shang probed his palm and closed his fist, smashing the old monk's qigong golden body, smashing the ground and shaking the mountain, "click", and the golden body shattered.

The old monk's eyes widened and closed in an instant, and his entire swollen body also sat cross-legged on the ground, clasped his palms together, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" ”

Then it was motionless.

Slowly, the blood on Huang Shang's body also faded. He looked like a private school gentleman, peaceful and wise, but his face was a little pale, and his originally black, neatly trimmed beard was covered with a layer of gray, but there was no trace of human activity at all, and the whole hill was calm.

Everyone looked at Huang Shang, if he didn't move, no one dared to move first.

Xiao Yuanshan only cared about looking at Huang Shang, forgetting that he was the protagonist today, and forgetting the deep hatred on his body.

Huang Sheng is also tired, the old monk is the founding patriarch of the Carefree School, and his skills for more than a hundred years are not so easy to bear, Huang Sheng just wants to sleep at the moment, and he doesn't want to care about the things here.

Huang Shang looked in the direction of Shaolin, the Shaolin monks were uneasy, their hearts were frightened, they didn't dare to make any changes, and finally their eyes fell on Murong Bo.

Looking at each other, Murong Bo was slightly in a trance, and then a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he fell to the ground and died.

Everyone thought he was scared to death.