Hatred, one of the eight sufferings of Buddhism. The seven volumes of the Aham-Juan Sutra have clouds: "It is said that all living beings really have six inner places, and they do not love the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind. "It is the affliction of sentient beings who are involuntary and have to join with the abominator.

At this moment, Zhigao is suffering, suffering from this hatred. The murderer of his master is right in front of him, and Zhigao wants to incarnate as an Arhat and send the demon in front of him into the eighteenth layer of hell, and suffer uninterrupted suffering for the sins he has created. But Zhigao couldn't do it, when Xin Yuan opened up the second line of Ren Du that had already been opened in front of him, his last reason as a human being told him that even if he practiced hard for ten years, he was still no match for Xin Yuan.

What else can Zhigao, who has lost his mind, do? There is only one step, to verify with his life, to verify that his reason is wrong.

Zhigao got up and stepped forward, and pounced on Xin Yuan with a palm, which was the brilliance of life, and the last palm of his life.

Xin Yuan didn't look back, just raised his hand into a palm, and Zhigao, who was flying in the air, immediately fixed in the air and couldn't move. A gust of wind rushed out of Zhigao's body and blew backwards, completely shattering the broken wall behind Zhigao and destroying all the furniture connecting the next hall. Zhigao's body shook, the light in his eyes disappeared, a large piece of blood foamed from his mouth, and his arm hung down weakly. And at this moment, the word that Xinkong shouted with angry eyes and teeth had just floated in the conference hall.

Shinbuchi withdrew his palm, and Zhigao's stagnant body fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. Shinbuchi turned his face and looked back at Shinku, who had already pressed two palms to his chest, and laughed wildly. With both hands forming claws, he stabbed into Shinku's shoulder blades, bursting out a large area of blood.

Looking at the anger in front of Shinku's face, his tongue stretched out and licked the blood that burst from Shinku's shoulder blade to his mouth. That's what he wanted, what he wanted to see from more than a decade ago, Shinku's anger. The anger that burst out of his heart was as delicious as the blood he had just tasted.

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Black, endless black. I want to stretch out my hand, but I can't see my five fingers, and I can't tell the difference between left and right, up and down.

Light, a glimmer of light. The light suddenly appeared, so dazzling in the endless darkness. And what appeared with the light was noisy, and it was impossible to hear what the sound was. It seems to be a human voice, as if it is wind and thunder, and the sorrow rushes into the ears.

Suddenly, the light exploded, and a shadow appeared. It was three long shadows, and those three shadows looked like people holding hands together. I began to feel the wind on my body, and the fierce wind blew unscrupulously on my body. Thunder, the boundless black began to explode thunder, and when each thunder roared down, the three strange shadows were violently stretched, as if they were about to pierce their eyes.

The cry, the cry that gradually became clear, was the cry of a baby. Screaming, sharp and ugly screams, are the screams of women.

The bizarre sight swirled and folded, like a whirlpool, churning in the mountain's head, and he cried out in pain. When the cry was heard, Shanfeng came back to consciousness and suddenly found himself standing on a pile of broken wood and rubble.

When he looked up, he saw a naked, muscular man with long hair facing him sideways. And above that person's chest, there are two hands, and the owner of those hands is already a bloody man. That man he knew, it was his nominal master, Shinku.

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As soon as he had a doubt, his chest was as if he had been slammed by a giant hammer, and the whole person of the mountain peak slid back two steps, his knees weakened, and he knelt with his hands on the ground. There was a stirring of internal organs, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the floor in front of him.

"Not good!" Wang Jian, who was watching everything change outside the door, was shocked by Zhigao's death, but he didn't know that a mountain peak suddenly appeared in the pile of bricks and tiles in front of him. And Shanfeng knelt on the ground and vomited blood before he stood up, so naturally it was Xinyuan who made a move. Although he didn't see Shinbuchi make a move at all, he had completely recovered from the surprise that happened just now. Immediately rushed out, wanting to rescue the mountain peak, Wang Jian naturally knew that there might be no return.

Just as he thought, Xin Yuan just raised his foot and kicked it, and Wang Jian felt like he had hit an impregnable wall. The wall seemed to turn into a flexible plank, knocking him throughout, and he flew out of the hall and sank deep into a brick wall on the opposite side of the hall. The power that stirred in the internal organs was so powerful, Wang Jian on the wall cracked out of the Dao Dao, and he fainted and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Wow" immediately clamped his mouth with both hands, so as not to let himself spit out, looking at Wang Jian flying out of the hall, Wen Yuan's whole body trembled. It was the fear from the bottom of my heart, the horror that made people want to vomit, so that Wen Yuan couldn't do anything.

And the same is true of Shinkong in the hall, who can't do anything. Shinku found that he couldn't mobilize his internal strength, and he couldn't even move his body. It was said that he pressed his palms on Xin Yuan's body, but it was better to say that he was hanging on Xin Yuan's hand that pierced his body.

"Oh, not dead?" Xin Yuan spoke, his tone was too normal, like an ordinary person, compared to when he had not unsealed the second line of Ren Du, it seemed too normal. Shinbuchi shook his hand and threw Shinkong to the ground, striding towards the mountain.

"Why didn't you die?" Xin Yuan only had one thought in his heart at the moment, after Ren Du's second vein was unsealed, Xin Yuan's internal strength was restored to the same as before, and it was his heyday at this moment. He could kill Master Zhigao with one palm, and kick Wang Jian into the wall more than ten meters away with a random kick. So, why didn't this little monk who has no internal force in perception die?

Five fingers into claws, as easy as piercing a piece of clay, lifting the mountain peak.

"Oh, so you also got the magic finger?" Shinbuchi looked at the mountain peak with his lower eyes, the corners of his mouth raised, and his cheeks piled up, this was a smile that had found a new toy.

"Demon Sealing Finger?" Shan Feng suspected that he had misheard, when the Kumen broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that day, Xintian clearly shouted the Demon Suppression Finger before he started. What the hell is going on? And who is the person in front of him? Where is Xin Yuan going? This series of questions, coupled with the severe pain in his body, made Shanfeng's whole person unspeakably uncomfortable.

Pinching Shanfeng's chin with his right hand, Shinbuchi carefully looked at Shanfeng's face and said, "Eighteen years old doesn't look like an old bald donkey with a baby face." Tsk tsk, you can't stop me without internal force, so what about after you untie it?"

"Let go of him......" Xinkong lay on the ground and crawled with his hands in the direction of Xinyuan, although he could move, but Xinyuan's sealing magic finger directly sealed his internal force.

Xin Yuan turned his head, looked at Xinkong, then looked back at the mountain peak, and asked, "Your apprentice?"

Xinkong nodded reluctantly and said, "You have opened up the second vein of Ren Du, and you can be regarded as the first person in martial arts." Our grievances are settled in our lifetime, stop killing and let him go. Please. As he spoke, Shinku began to kowtow.

Xin Yuan didn't look back and said, "What about your dignity?"

Xinkong was stunned for a moment, and continued to kowtow, his forehead was already broken, and there was blood. Dignity, it is true that Xinkong can commit suicide, but what about suicide, will Xinyuan stop killing for his suicide? Impossible, in fact, it is impossible to even let go of the mountain peak in Xinkong's opinion. But even if it's impossible, he has to try, if he doesn't try, it's definitely impossible, and only if he tries will he have a chance.

Shinbuchi shook the mountain peak in his hand, so that the mountain peak, which was already delirious, would not faint. Xin Yuan didn't really care about what killing, what release, or what grievances in his heart at this time. He could have directly entered the Shaolin Temple in the normal state of Ren Du's second vein, but he didn't do it.

First, he knew that even if the normal state was really against thousands and hundreds of people, it would be dangerous to kill them. Moreover, he sealed the meridians to make himself look like fifteen years ago, to let Xinkong and others know that even if he came to Shaolin in the same state as fifteen years ago, it would not be so simple to kill him.

Xin Yuan really wanted to destroy Shaolin, as a Mongolian national teacher, he could wait for the Mongols to occupy the Central Plains and bring the Mongol army to come. The reason why Shinbuchi is coming today is simply to test how far he could have been fifteen years ago today.

Destroying Shaolin is an easy thing for Xin Yuan. What Xin Yuan is most concerned about now is why the little monk who should have died in his hand didn't die.

Is it an old monk? Is it because the teenager is too strong to be able? It's a little likely, but it's probably not the main reason. Is there a peerless master who has passed on his skills to him? It is impossible! It is not a miscellaneous novel circulating in the world, and where can there be any tricks for passing on the exercises on the rivers and lakes. It seems that if you don't unlock the sealing finger on this monk's body, there is no way to be sure.

Xin Yuan stretched out his index finger a little bit on the mountain peak qi sea, and at this point, Xin Yuan's original frowning brows tightened even more. He could feel that the other party's internal force was slowly flowing out of the dantian, filling the sea of qi. This is a normal phenomenon of unlocking the sealing demon finger, but why does it seem that the internal organs of this little monk are also recovering at an unusual speed.

What is it! Xin Yuan waved his big hand, threw the mountain peak, and looked at his left hand in a panic, how could there be such a powerful internal force rushing just now? He suddenly felt bad, he couldn't think of the reason for this thought, but he felt bad from the heart.

Xin Yuan snatched it out in one step, and pressed it with one palm on the head of the mountain peak lying on the ground. No matter what weird thing you are, I'll kill you first. However, it was too late. The mountain peak lying on his stomach has already propped himself up, and his left hand is blocked. At this block, the floor under the mountain peak cracked open, cracking out spiderweb-like lines. A strong gust of wind rippled from the place where the two of them met, blowing the letter sky behind it over.

snapped two steps, stopped the retreating Shinbuchi, and stared at the mountain peak with his eyes. The mountain peak over there stood up slowly, its head raised, its eyes bloodshot.

The abnormalities on Shanfeng's body, Shanfeng didn't know what was going on, but he was too used to this kind of discomfort on his body. From childhood to adulthood, he often had nosebleeds and fainted. And what made him even more uncomfortable was that when he confronted Xin Yuan just now, the indescribable discomfort in his body was ignited like gunpowder, and his whole body was as hot as fire.

At this time, Xinkong, who was falling from behind, looked at the mountain peak and shouted, "Xinyuan!

The mountain peak then realized that the sturdy middle-aged man in front of him was the Rakshasa Xinyuan just now. But he was obviously a white-haired old man before, and the mountain peak was confused.

Of course, it was also strange, strange that he actually paid all his attention to the mountain, and he repeatedly asked himself in his heart why this was.

"Sports!" Shinkong shouted, asking at the mountain peak, "Have you ever felt that there is an indescribable force in your body since you were a child?" ”

Although the mountain peak was changing in his body, he reluctantly nodded in response.

"Can't you control that force?"

Shanfeng nodded.

"Have you had frequent nosebleeds since you were a child and occasionally fainted?"

Shanfeng nodded.

"Don't you get beaten every time, but your body recovers the next day?"

The mountain nodded again.

Xinkong turned his head to look at Xinyuan and shouted: "The palm you just now should have broken his whole body and broken his meridians, but he didn't die, and he could recover so quickly." It's simply impossible for ordinary people!"

Xin Yuan turned his head suddenly, looked at Xin Kong, and said in his mouth: "Unless he is...... Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

Shinkong had already laughed, spurting blood and laughing, "There is nothing impossible in this world! You can do it! Why is it impossible for others! There is only one answer!"

Xinkong turned his head to the mountain peak again and shouted, "Zhang Shanfeng!" He didn't even shout the Dharma horn anymore.

"Because you are one in a million, rare to see in a hundred years, a natural martial arts wizard!ahahahahaha!"