"Ah, the Buddha statue has opened its eyes!"

This sound is really extraordinary, and the masters of the rivers and lakes who rushed to hear it were shocked, and everyone was as pale as earth.

This battle almost includes most of the past two hundred years of the top of the rivers and lakes, the first in the world, although they are not qualified to enter the field, but they can't hold back the excitement, say anything to see it.

How to think that the wooden door is open, through the snow curtain, a clay statue in the hall actually shook the body, gray and silent, the mottled and lightless Buddha's eyes emitted two strange lights, through the eyes, overlooking all living beings, the horrified viewers all have numb scalps, a group of monks chanted the precepts together, their faces changed wildly, and they almost bowed their heads.

"What kind of means is this?"

"Ah, get out!"

……

A group of people were all trembling, their palms were sweaty, and their eyes were tearing at everything in the Buddha hall.

Chen Zhuo flicked his sleeves and played another ball of miraculous power, put it on the clay statue, and said softly: "Bodhisattva sit down!" ”

As soon as the four characters fell, the mud Buddha opened his eyes, and the dust and ashes fell in a flutter, and under the dry and creepy gaze of all the people, he shook his shoulders and shook one step at a time, as if he was drunk, he really walked off the altar and stood side by side with Chen Zhuo.

This Bodhidharma patriarch is of low height, looks like he only walks to the west, holds a staff and is barefoot, white mud is a robe, yellow mud is meat, his eyebrows and eyes are blue, and the paint color is peeling off a lot.

Fantastic.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Murong Longcheng snorted coldly, the killing intent in his eyes was great, the five fingers of his right hand flexed and flicked, shooting out several sword qi green rays, his left hand probed the situation, and flew over the door, his aura was cold, "Kill!" ”

"Let him kill!"

At the same time that Murong Longcheng was about to squeeze into the Buddha hall, Chen Zhuo did not move, and it was the golden body of Nadharma that moved; The original clay body, the neck without joints turned suddenly, the Buddha's eyes brightened, his gaze fell far away, and the void generated electricity, turning into a wisp of white light three zhang long, intercepting and blocking the few wisps of sword qi.

The Buddha hall lit up in an instant, the Buddha lamps were extinguished, and looking at the terrifying and angry face of the mud statue, even Murong Longcheng was jealous.

Just as he was about to change his move, the clay statue did not move its feet, its body shook slightly, and it flashed to the front of it strangely, and its lifeless face looked directly at Murong Longcheng, blocking its way.

"Get out of here!"

Murong Longcheng's face suddenly turned gloomy, and when he opened his mouth and spit out, it was also a thunderclap, and the sword qi in his palm condensed but did not emit, turning the qi into a blade, and slashing the mud like a head.

I don't want to see a few sharp shadows swishing straight through the point.

But it is the wooden staff in the hand of the Dharma gold, even poking with points, not to mention the ruthlessness, the tricks are even more exquisite, the last to come first, point to the death point, poke the door of life.

Murong Longcheng's thick eyebrows twisted, the sword qi offensive in his hand changed, and he slashed down diagonally, and the sword qi was swallowed, and he simply covered Chen Zhuo and Ah Zi as well.

"Huh?"

It's just that the wooden battle looks fragile, how can I think that at this moment, it is like gold, iron and steel, and it is difficult to break it with a sword.

Thunder and fire.

Deafening.

How is this possible?

Murong Longcheng's face changed slightly, and at the same time as the secret evil sect, Bodhidharma's golden body was stable on both feet, and his eyebrows were changed, and he had been silent for many years, and his compassionate appearance that had not changed had turned angry and his eyes were wide open, like a demon King Kong, and the Buddha's mouth was opened, and there was no tongue in it, only yellow mud.

"Ahh

But this bloodless, lifeless, boneless mud fetus let out an earth-shattering roar between the openings.

Under the roar, the wind and clouds changed, and the snow outside the hall burst out, turning into rolling snow waves.

Everyone looked in pain, covered their ears and covered their ears, fell to the ground, only to feel that they had been beaten with a dull stick, their faces turned red, and their feet staggered, as if they had drunk several jars of spirits, it was difficult to distinguish the four directions, and the roof tiles were shattered, and the screams were non-stop.

This roar was not from the tongue, but from the spiritual mind, and as soon as the roar came out, a circle of substantial ripples spit out from the mouth of the mud statue, like a whirlwind vortex, enveloping Murong Longcheng in it.

Seeing this, Murong Longcheng folded his arms and blocked it, only to feel that there was an overwhelming force in front of him, like a stormy wave, as strong as he could only temporarily avoid the edge and fly back.

The mud statue roared down, holding a wooden staff to the ground in one hand, pointing to the sky with the other, starting around the Buddha hall, the eyes were even brighter, and the body of the clay sculpture was faintly covered with a layer of flesh color, as if it was really alive.

"Good fellow, in heaven and on earth, am I the only one?" Wu Yazi, who had never spoken, was also surprised to see such a method, and he squinted and examined: "I can't imagine that spiritual thoughts are so strong that they can bring dead things back to life, like supernatural powers!" ”

Duan Siping's eyes disappeared at will, and he said at first sight: "Indeed, this kind of means can be regarded as immortals in the eyes of ordinary people." ”

He spoke in his mouth, and his right hand behind his back quietly cocked his index finger, looking nondescript, like an orchid finger, but when the fingertips were erected, a sword intent rose up, and the agitated white hair flew upside down, and the people who watched all retreated again and again, only to feel that the wind and frost were fierce, as if the sword had cut, the robe was torn, and the frightened people fled one after another.

The Jintai monk also parted his palms, standing in front of him with one palm, his right hand half closed in his sleeve, rubbing his five fingers, he was already clenching his fist, the wide robe sleeves were swaying in the wind, and the internal force was surging like a wind and clouds, and the dragon and tiger were leaping.

He slowly greeted the Shaolin monks and said, "This battle is not what you can do, so let's retreat away." ”

"Hehehe......" The blue-robed scribe spit lightly on his sleeves, and suddenly saw that two pale and blue palms were revealed, the nails of the ten fingers were sharp like curved blades, the joints were like jade, and the palms were without lines, and he was clearly the top master of kung fu in his hands, "Today's battle, victory is better than defeat, and it can be called ancient and unparalleled." ”

No one replied to him, but after the golden body of Nadharma stood still, he knocked the wooden pestle in his hand.

"Bang", the Buddha hall seems to have shook three times, the frost and snow outside the hall immediately rolled and gathered, only in the dumb silence of a dead silence, the frost and snow turned into a tiger, quickly formed, swam around the Buddha hall and swept around, for a time, the sound of the dragon chanting and tiger roaring resounded throughout Shaolin.

Everyone looked at the two behemoths in the wind and snow, their eyelids jumped wildly, and their scalps were numb.

Murong Longcheng stared coldly at the dragon and the tiger, and then looked at Chen Zhuo, who was breezy in the hall, and suddenly asked with a smile: "What does General Flying Tiger think?" ”

"Huh!"

A dull and strange laugh came out of the woods, shaking the roof and shaking it.

Li Cunxiao walked out of the crowd with an iron lance on his shoulder, looking a little funny, the iron lance was five or six feet long, and the lance was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, but the people below were skinny and bone-like, and from a distance it looked like an old monkey carrying a beam.

Li Cunxiao's amber eyes turned like a tiger, glanced at Murong Longcheng, and said, "I know what your idea is, hehehe, you were not the opponent of Ben Taibao back then, don't you want to try again now?" ”

Ignoring Murong Longcheng's ugly face, Li Cunxiao set his eyes on Chen Zhuo again, and then looked at the golden body of Dharma beside him, and said casually: "Although you are the first in the world, you have been the first in the rivers and lakes, and your qualifications are not bad, but in this world, the 'first' is also divided into high and low; ”

He looked at Chen Zhuo, but he was talking about Murong Longcheng.

It seems that Murong Longcheng and other first-class figures in the world are no different from the third-rate, last-rate, and non-streamed people in the rivers and lakes in their eyes.

After speaking, he didn't forget to turn his head and grit his teeth, and mocked: "The world's martial arts, those with high hearts, all intend to advance bravely and strongly, and they are strong by attacking, but they realize that "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" is to defend first, and the scheming is enough, but the heart of martial arts is still suspected of retreating, and it seems that he is still thinking about being an emperor, even if it is not pure, even if it is thousands of times, you are not the opponent of this Taibao." ”

Murong Longcheng's eyelids trembled when he heard this, his expression was old-fashioned and stiff, as if he had a layer of stone shells, and said in a cold voice: "You are brave and diligent, but now that a few Jiazi have passed, your body has failed, your qi and blood have been defeated, you were invincible in the world back then, and now you still have a little strength left?" ”

These two men have a feud.

In a few words, it has been tense.

"Haha......" Li Cunxiao put an iron lance in his hand, laughed loudly in his mouth, the sound shook the sky, shocked the sky and the earth, and the wind and clouds changed, just like a demon who built the world, "It's all of you, why am I afraid!" ”

Boy.

Duan Si's expression on the plane had become subtle.

How can one be more crazy than the other, and one is more terrible than the other.

Chen Zhuo wanted to fight everyone alone, but now there is an immortal madman who treats everyone as nothing.

The blue-robed scribe sneered, "With your old body and bones, you might as well go back and recuperate." ”

Monk Jintai's eyes lit up, and what he said was also amazing, and he said lightly: "Since this is the case, let's not say what kind of famous it is. ”

This monk's words are plain, but he is secretly domineering.

"Okay, Divine Fist Jintai, it finally has a bit of the power of being invincible in the world back then." Duan Siping's index finger behind his back suddenly turned his ring finger, and when he heard the words, he was not sad or happy: "Good, evil, a battle is decided!" ”

There were no waves in Chen Zhuo's eyes, but the red light instantly stained his eyes like a spark, like two blazing flames.

I never thought that just when I was in the middle of the hair, outside the Shaolin Temple, a few donkey calls floated in at this time.

Others didn't hear or say it, but the faces of a few people present changed.

Another high-ranking person has come here.

Wu Yazi raised his eyes, the essence burst out, and he glanced at everyone, before he could speak, the donkey had turned around and went up the mountain, and there were a few copper bells and bursts of singing songs.

"Watching chess is rotten, logging Ding Ding, Xu Xing in the valley of the clouds, selling salaries and wine, laughing and self-indulgent. The autumn is high, and the pine roots of the moon pillow are bright. Recognize the old forest, climb the cliff and cross the ridge, and break the withered vine with an axe. Harvest into a load, in the song market, easy rice three liters. There is no competition, the price is mediocre, there will be no clever calculations, no honor and disgrace, and tranquility will prolong life. Where they meet, they are not immortals, and they sit quietly and talk about Huang Ting......"

"Everyone, let's fight in the mountains!"

(End of chapter)