In the capital, Shaolin is divided into two parts, led by many young generations such as Kongjian monks, and confronts the old monks, Sandu and other monks of the older generation.

"Amitabha!" An old monk lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, sighing secretly, his face couldn't stop being melancholy, "I didn't expect that this matter would make Shaolin split into two parts?"

The old monk looked at the empty view, then looked at the three crossings, and folded his hands: "The empty metaphor is the view, in the square is the square, in the circle is the circle, this is the same, with the meaning of the fate, the square is also empty, and the circle is also empty...... All the laws are empty, the inner space is empty, the outer space is empty, I am the same as the people, and everything is empty......"

Shaolin is empty, Buddhism is empty, Han is empty, Mongolia is empty, everything is vain!"

The old monk turned around, step by step, slowly walked towards the void, the golden light appeared under his feet, and the divine wheel behind him was reflected, as if a great monk was enlightened, and only a wisp of Buddha sound circulated in the air, which lasted for a long time.

"Amitabha! What is Shaolin, what is Menghan, what is the world? Go to rest, go to rest!"

Dozens of Shaolin monks were empowered, their eyes lit up, the Buddha's light flashed above their heads, and they followed the old monk, away from here, not touching the hustle and bustle, and the four were empty.

"Shaolin, Han people, I am a Han people, I should fight for the survival of the Han family, and kill Mongolia; Shaolin raised me and raised me, and if I have a great favor for me, I should also fight for Shaolin." ”

The space monk was silent, his heart was extremely entangled, he took a deep look at the old monks, his body moved, he did not want to be the enemy of Shaolin, but chose to enter the Mongolian warriors.

"The same Shaolin lineage, although the concept is different, but it can't be an enemy!" Several old monks looked at each other, turned around and ran towards the Han family warriors.

Shaolin, which seems to be two points, is actually three points: one point to take refuge in Mongolia, one point to be loyal to the Han family, and one point to retreat neutrally.

Above the void, Huang Shang and the old Shaolin monk were opposite, their eyes were scorching, if the green flame was surging, the betrayal of the Shaolin Temple made his Dao heart ripple and overflow with murderous opportunities.

"Amitabha, Mr. Yanshan, the power of the world is in Mongolia, why waste your efforts to make the war continue and the lives of people are miserable?"

"Mongolia is brutal, taking my Han people as slaves, slaughtering cities and exterminating tribes at every turn, killing the world, it is nothing less than the time of the five chaos of China, for the glory of the ancestors, for the sake of future generations, for the survival of the Han family, the general trend is irreversible, Mongolia must not die!"

Huang Shang said coldly, the whole body is running, the yin energy is stretching and vast, and a little yang energy is pointed out; the yin pole produces yang, yin and yang are combined, and there is no scale, and a yin and yang grinding plate slowly rises, all-encompassing, across the world.

"You have nine yin, and the poor monk has nine yang, so try it, nine yin and nine yang, which is higher and lower?"

The old Shaolin monk opened his big hand and threw a punch, and the first day slowly rose, and the endless yang energy was surging, as if he was in charge of the great sun, invincible, shattering the sky.

The Nine Yin True Scripture and the Nine Yang Divine Skills, the former is broad, the latter is profound, and it cannot be measured by ordinary reason.

The two of them launched a shocking battle, the two qi of yin and yang were vertical and horizontal, like a swimming dragon, the earth was broken, the houses collapsed, the void was chaotic, the clouds were scattered, and there was a radius of hundreds of meters, and no one could get close.

"The Shaolin rebellion, the morale of the Mongols was greatly boosted, and the fighting spirit of the Han warriors was sharply reduced, which is a little bad. Li Lin looked around, the warriors of the Han family were killed and retreated, and even the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, the Northern Beggar, the Northern Beggar Hong Qigong, the Southern Monk and others all encountered opponents and were blocked by the Mongolian strong.

Shaolin heritage is already abundant, and accumulated for hundreds of years, masters emerge in endlessly, a Shaolin monk who can match the Taoist Huangsheng, dozens of colorless, phaseless, causeless, tribulation, disaster, misfortune, empty news, empty Tai and other wordless generations, cross the word generation, empty word generation, empty word generation of old monks.

Those who have the highest martial arts cultivation are the strong ones who are not weak and the five absolute gods, and the lowest ones also have the terrifying cultivation of the peak of the Dan.

Although Li Lin is also a martial artist, his combat power is not weaker than that of refining gods, and he even beheaded several Shaolin warrior monks of the empty character generation, and was finally discovered by a godless refining warrior monk.

"A thousand hands are like palms!"

The wordless cultivator shouted loudly, slapped out his palms, and the Buddha behind him also turned his palms and slapped them, and the golden palm fell halfway, shaking slightly, one palm became two palms, two palms became four palms, and four palms became eight palms...... Infinite palm shadows flew, covering Li Lin in all directions, wrapping him, and trying to kill him here in one fell swoop.

"What a ruthless bald donkey!"

Li Lin scolded secretly, his hands swiped out, and the mixed yuan qi in his left palm vibrated and surged out, extinguishing the palm shadow; a Kunpeng rose from his right hand to the sky, and with the momentum of thunder, he traveled through the space and came to the body of the god refining monk, and swallowed it with a big mouth.

The warrior monk couldn't even scream, and immediately fell, leaving nothing behind.

Li Lin stepped into the void, and after a while, the nine Dharma Bodies impacted, the nine Kunpeng struck the sky, and more than a dozen martial artists with different knots and refining gods disappeared directly in the void.

It's scary, it's weird, it's chilling!

"Good devil! He actually practiced the Northern Demon Skill!" The three monks of Doom, Tribulation, and Tribulation came together, showing the aura of their whole bodies, stopping Li Lin, "King Kong Demon Circle, Demon Suppression!"

The qi of the three monks is very strong, and the cultivation of refining the gods is directly displayed, the trinity, circulating and turning, just like one person, exuding a solemn and majestic posture like King Kong.

"King Kong Demon Circle, you are Shaolin Sandu!" Li Lin's mind flashed, and he thought of the identities of these three old monks.

"Amitabha, the devil! Now that you know that we and the other three are not bound by our hands?!" Waving a golden steel rope, he slashed at Li Lin with an indifferent expression.

"What is a Buddha? What is a demon?

"Amitabha, the world is ignorant, so there is my Buddha to cross it. Du Er's face showed a sad look, like a compassionate Buddha, "Two junior brothers, set up a formation to cross the demon!"

The two monks of the tribulation and the tribulation nodded, and the law behind them grabbed the void, and a black steel cable appeared on their hands.

The steel rope is not as good as the whip in terms of dexterity, and it is not as good as the Zen staff in terms of fierceness, but the so-called one inch long and one inch strong, the three of them have a tacit understanding, the martial arts are deep, and the steel rope is turnaround, which is the place where the King Kong Demon Circle is shrouded.

The steel rope waved, and one after another golden light filled out, like three golden dragons, whistling in the wind, and within a radius of a kilometer, everything was in ruins.

In the void, the sound of the Buddha's chanting is great, and the Buddha's light shines on half of the sky; at this time, between the endless high heavens, the golden auspicious clouds are accumulating, the three monks are blended together, and an angry King Kong stands on the top of the clouds, looking down and glaring at Li Lin, it seems that at any time it will descend the supreme supernatural power, subduing the demon and subduing the demon.

Sandu divided into three directions, surrounded Li Lin in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, opened and closed his lips, and chanted Buddhist scriptures, and the notes of the Buddhist scriptures turned into golden Buddhist texts and blessed them on the angry eyes of Vajra.

"Wow!"

Li Lin rushed to the sky, the mixed vitality was surging, Kunpeng roared, spread his giant wings, like two hundred zhang heavenly swords, split the clouds and waves, and slashed into the sky.

"Fearless Lion Mark!"

The angry King Kong palm rose, and a huge three-headed golden lion suddenly appeared in the sky, slamming into the Kunpeng.

"Boom!"

The golden clouds were surging, and the mixed vitality was permeating, and the Kunpeng and the three golden lions collided together, once, twice, and three times...... There are thousands of impacts, and the gods are shining, shining high in the sky, making people dare not look directly.

"Is that person the leader of the Ming Sect? It's amazing to be a strong person in the Great War Refining God with the Jie Dan Cultivator!"

"He is worthy of being the leader of the Ming Sect, and he is the supreme arrogance!"

"The Sect Master is mighty! the Sect Master is mighty!"

The battle between Li Lin and Sandu disturbed many people, and they retreated from this place one after another, fearing that they would be affected by Yuchi, and almost half of the entire capital was left to Huangshang and Shaolin old monks, Li Lin and Shaolin Sandu.

"Actually, the really terrible thing is Shaolin, which is not obvious, but the background is so terrifying!"

"Shaolin old monk, Sandu, colorless, phaseless, causeless, empty-smelling, empty-minded, empty-minded, empty-minded, plus the previous empty-sighted monk, more than ten strong people refining gods. Is this Shaolin trying to provoke all factions in the world?"

"The terrible Shaolin, the terrifying monk, is too deeply hidden!"

Everyone felt chills and tremors, and the background of Shaolin was terrifying, making all the sects in the world beyond their reach.

Wudang, Quanzhen, Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong, Huashan and many other major factions, there are only one or two strong people who refine the gods, compared with Shaolin, it is really pitiful.

This is Shaolin!

Shaolin, which has a thousand-year-old heritage and is as strong as ever!

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