At this moment, it seems that heaven and earth have become a chaotic world, and only the Sect Military Field is a pure land in this chaotic world.

The people outside the stadium are terrified, and the people inside the stadium are terrified, what is going on? How did this celestial phenomenon become like this?

Except for Sun An and his group, no one knew that there was a warlock under Tian Hu's tent who was called the Phantom Demon King, and no one had seen Qiao Daoqing's spell, and no one could see that this was an illusion used by Qiao Daoqing, who was wearing a sword, so people's attention was no longer on Lingxing, who was being pursued by Bai Sheng.

Ling Xing was fleeing for his life, even if the outside of the sect army had become a chaotic world, he didn't dare to stay in this pure land anymore, because behind him, Bai Sheng had already caught up.

He recognized that Bai Sheng's light skill was called eight steps to catch the cicada, which may not be as mysterious as Li Ruolan's, but it was enough to catch up with him, a Shaolin monk. Although Shaolin light power is not weak, it cannot be compared with Bai Sheng Li Ruolan, a top master in the field of light power.

In the chaos, he had already carried Wu Song's burly body to the gate, and he couldn't see the scenery outside the door, so he put down Wu Song, put his hands together, picked up a string of Buddhist beads on his chest with his two thumbs, and chanted loudly: "Prajnaparami!"

With this mantra out, everyone was surprised to find that the dust and mist outside the door suddenly dissipated, and people from all walks of life standing on the road appeared, and their faces were confused and frightened, and they didn't know if they should continue to fight in the face of the reappeared skylight.

Qiao Daoqing in the military field was shocked, his illusion had been tried and tested, how could he have been cracked so easily? Even though he knew that there was such a capable person in the Buddhist sect, he did not expect that Lingxing was such a person.

Bai Sheng, who was rushing to the field at this moment, also understood a truth, it turned out that not only the monks of the Sumba faction knew how to recite spells to crack spells, and the Shaolin monks also had this ability.

He didn't know that this was the reason why the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism in the world were able to restrain each other and face each other for a long time, otherwise in the Central Plains, where Taoism was flourishing, there would be no bones and scum left for the monks to be eaten?

After figuring out the reason, it doesn't mean that he is not angry, he can't help but scold: "You thief bald! I already knew that I couldn't let you escape, and it really hurt me!"

At this time, he really wanted to give Lingxing a slap in the air, but he felt that with Lingxing's internal strength, even if he used the power of the white rainbow palm, it would be difficult to hurt the other party even if he was on guard.

And because he didn't hurt Lingxing by using the wheels just now, he didn't control the five wheels of Sumba anymore, and he had already let him fall everywhere, and the iceberg-like wine knife that pressed on Li Ruolan's body was even more powerless and too late to manipulate, and he didn't have any weapons at hand, so he could only catch up with the melee combat.

Unexpectedly, Lingxing took the initiative to shoot at him, and the great monk turned his head suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at him, and said: "Amitabha, Lord Bai used Taoist characters to kill people on a large scale, aren't you afraid of falling into the hell of Abi after death?"

At this time, Bai Sheng had already chased two feet in front of Lingxing, and said angrily when he heard the words: "What hell does Lao Tzu go into and have a relationship with you?"

As he spoke, he raised his left hand with white gloves to block a wisp of finger wind from Lingxing, only to feel that his palm was shaken, and his palm was quite hot, and he couldn't help but be surprised, this thief's bald internal strength was so strong!

Wu Song on the side saw this scene, and his spirit was immediately lifted, and the master finally used his highest stunt One Finger Zen, and watched intently at the moment.

He once heard his master say that this Shaolin one-finger Zen is the most difficult martial art to practice among the seventy-two stunts, and there is no one, and its difficulty even exceeds that of King Kong's incorruptible body divine skill.

Shaolin school martial arts step by step, after the introduction of the first Shaolin long boxing, after familiarization, in order to learn Luohan boxing, and then learn Fuhu boxing, and so on the internal and external skills have a considerable root, in order to learn Wei Tuozhang or the great mercy of the thousand leaves of the hand, Wei Tuo palm or the great mercy of the thousand leaves of the hand is the basis and premise of the scattered flower palm.

Not to mention anything else, just the Veda Palm or the Great Compassion Thousand Leaves Hand, those who are talented and diligent also need to practice for seven or eight years to achieve perfection.

Shaolin disciples have a very high level of understanding, after learning the Wei Tuo palm or the Great Compassion Chiba hand, they can follow the learning of the Scattered Flower Palm, and then learn the Parami Palm after the Scattered Flower Palm, and only after practicing the Parami Palm can they learn the Prajna Palm.

After practicing the Prajna Palm to the fullest, you need to practice the Yijin Sutra again, and then you have the qualification to study one-finger Zen.

According to the classic records of Shaolin Temple, in the five generations after the Jin Dynasty, Shaolin Temple has a Fahui Zen master, born with Su Hui, only 36 years into the temple, it has practiced a finger of Zen, the progress is very fast, it can be said that there is no ancient, no one after that.

And Lingxing Zen Master himself, with the assistance of his master's sweeping monk, first practiced the internal strength of the Yijin Sutra, and then covered the coffin and slept for thirty-nine years, and after waking up, he practiced for more than half a year, and then practiced the one-finger Zen to the fullest. It ranks second in the Shaolin Temple Chronicles.

Even Lingxing himself didn't know that his record of the second fastest one-finger Zen cultivation would be kept until six or seven hundred years later, and no one broke it during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.

It can be seen from this that the difficulty of Shaolin One Finger Zen, difficulty means power! The power of Shaolin One Finger Zen is indeed strong, even Bai Sheng, who wore white gloves, was beaten by this wisp of finger wind.

After a finger, Lingxing secretly said that he was lucky, and wondered why Bai Sheng's skill had suddenly weakened so much? If it was according to his ability to drive five rounds of long-range attacks to the three masters and even cast ice blades to kill the Quartet, his finger Zen would not be qualified to tickle him.

But in any case, Bai Sheng's greatly reduced skill is a good thing after all, which means that he can escape after hitting a dozen fingers.

This Shaolin one-finger Zen consumes extremely internal force, even if he has the Yijin Sutra as the foundation, he can only hit a hundred fingers at most, and more than 100 fingers will be exhausted.

Wu Song didn't know the pros and cons of this, and after looking at this finger, he couldn't help but cheer: "Good!"

This "good" was particularly abrupt in the silence inside and outside the stadium at this moment, so that Wu Song himself felt a little embarrassed after shouting.

Bai Sheng's figure froze, turned his head to look at Wu Song, and said, "Okay, help your master brag, right? Then I'll let you see better!"

After that, he raised his hand and hit a finger towards Lingxing, at this time he and Lingxing were two feet apart, but this finger was more powerful than Lingxing's finger, only to hear a sharp roar of "snort", when Lingxing hurriedly dodged, there were suddenly two more butterflies in the morning light.

Qunhao looked at it intently, but found that it was not a butterfly at all, but two pieces of cloth that fell from Lingxing's robe, and then looked at Lingxing's body, and suddenly Lingxing's body was already broken, and the monk's sleeve on his right arm had broken two holes in front and back, thinking that it was shot through by Bai Sheng's finger wind.

"Okay!" As if to slap Wu Song in the face, the sound of color in the field was everywhere, and all kinds of hoarse, rough, crisp, and delicate voices gathered in one place, applauding Bai Sheng's fingering together.

In the colorful voice, Bai Sheng's voice sounded indifferently: "How is it?Wu Erlang, do you think it is good or bad now?"

Wu Song lowered his head stupidly, Lingxing's finger hit, Bai Sheng didn't hit it at all, and Bai Sheng's finger hit, Lingxing's monk's robe broke two holes, and the two were already separated.

He didn't know the name of Shaolin One Finger Zen, but when Lingxing's finger power was an air sword issued by a Yang Finger similar to Duan Zhengyan, he didn't wait for Wu Song to answer, so he sneered at Lingxing: "Do you think you are the only one who knows Qi Sword?"

Lingxing's face had changed, and he said in a trembling voice: "You...... How do you make Dali Duan's one yang finger?"

Bai Sheng laughed and said, "You bald donkey can tell jokes, why can't I make a yang finger?"

As early as when he went to Tianshan, because he was grateful to Bai Sheng for repeatedly leading everyone out of danger, Duan Zhengyan did not regard Bai Sheng as an outsider, so that when talking about martial arts, there was no hiding anything, so Bai Sheng had already been able to use Yiyang Finger, he just didn't want to show it, in order not to let others gossip about him, saying that he had stolen Duan's unique martial arts.

The fact is that he can not only use a yang finger, but also a six-vein divine sword!