"You are not a first-class Dzogchen!"
"You are, you are a martial arts myth!!!"
The hysterical and desperate roar of the black robe demon lord spread throughout the entire Shaolin Temple in an instant.
"Wulin myth?"
"What is a martial arts myth?"
A Shaolin Temple disciple who had just started asked subconsciously.
They just entered the Shaolin Temple not long ago, and they don't even know the division of the nine ranks of martial arts, let alone the myths of martial arts.
It's just that when these Shaolin disciples who had just started started saw the shocking expressions of the senior brothers next to them, they didn't dare to speak.
"Wulin myth?"
"Arhat fruit status?"
The head of the Precepts Academy muttered to himself.
In today's world, martial arts are divided into nine ranks, and only those who are above the nine ranks of martial arts are qualified to be called the "arhat" status or the myth of martial arts.
In fact, both the fruit status of "Arhat" and the myth of martial arts have the same meaning, but the former is the name of Shaolin Temple and other Buddhist sects, while the latter is the name of Jianghu warriors.
"Wulin myth?"
"True view?"
The head of the new courtyard of the handyman's courtyard was dull-eyed.
Originally, it was unbelievable enough for Zhenguan to rise from a sweeping monk to become the ancestor of the holy monk who saved Shaolin Temple in life and death several times.
but now.
Someone actually told him.
Zhenguan is not only the ancestors of the holy monks.
Is it the "Arhat" that has not been seen in Shaolin Temple for thousands of years
This is incredible, right
The head of the handyman's house didn't feel jealous, but he was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.
The head of the Dharma Academy, the head of the Wushu Academy, the head of the Arhat Academy, and other Shaolin Temple heads, as well as many disciples were dumbfounded and stunned.
If it wasn't for the fact that this sentence came from the mouth of a first-rank grand master like the devil, they probably wouldn't believe it at all.
Martial arts myth
The weight represented by these four words can almost overwhelm the world today, how could it be possible to say it casually
However, as the demon lord, he should disdain to lie about this matter, and at this moment the demon lord's expression and tone don't seem to be lying.
"What?"
"Wulin myth?"
Compared to the shock of the disciples of Shaolin Temple, the disciples of the Demon Sect who came to the door were completely panicked.
They are aggressively preparing to destroy the Shaolin Temple. They originally thought that there is a demon lord sitting in the town, and they are sure to win. Even if there is any accident, it leads to the background left by a certain "Arhat" in the Shaolin Temple.
But with the means of the devil, there is no problem in protecting their safety.
But now
Shaolin Temple actually has an 'Arhat' in the contemporary era
How is this possible
Although these demon disciples have great confidence in the demon lord, they don't think that the demon lord can beat an 'Arhat'.
The two are not on the same level at all.
"It's over."
"It's all over."
Countless Demon Sect disciples were full of despair.
They had thought of running away, but as soon as they thought about it, they felt a powerful force emerging from all directions to imprison them.
It was as if the entire Shaolin Temple had been reduced to a certain 'domain' of existence.
"Is he a martial arts myth?"
Demon disciple Kun Kong even felt that he heard a big joke.
He narrowly escaped death, traveled far to the western desert, found the demon lord abruptly, and invited the demon lord out, wanting to revive the demon sect and seek revenge from that unknown holy monk in Shaolin Temple.
In the end, you told me that the other party was a martial arts myth
This is not revenge, this is death! !
Kunkong's mind suddenly flashed the scene five years ago when Su Qin was wearing a gray monk's robe and cleaning the main helm of the Demon Sect.
At this moment, all kinds of despair converged in Kunkong's heart, and turned into one sentence:
"You are a martial arts legend, why do you bully the small with the big!!"
In front of the Daxiong Palace.
With a slight wave of Su Qin's hand, Yuan himself turned into a phantom, and the black-robed demon master who retreated violently was directly imprisoned in place, unable to move.
"You, who are you?"
The demon lord in black robe looked pale, looked at Su Qin, and said in a hoarse voice.
The so-called life-and-death pressure, the so-called breakthrough, and the so-called fighting have long been thrown away by the black-robed devil.
Now, the only thought in the mind of the black-robed devil is how to save his own life.
As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.
"I'm just a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple."
Su Qin thought for a while, and then said.
He didn't say a word. After 20 years of worshiping in Shaolin Temple, Su Qin never gave up sweeping the floor. This point is obvious to all Shaolin Temple.
"Sweeping monk?"
The black-robed demon lord was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief.
The sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple
What are you kidding
A majestic martial arts myth? How could it be the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple
Even a three-year-old child would sneer at such words, as if the emperor who was sitting on the wealth of the world said that he had no money.
"alright."
"Go to hell."
Su Qin suddenly lost interest. Originally, he wanted to use the hands of this demon lord to test how strong he was.
But I didn't expect the opponent to be so weak.
"Ah!!!"
The black-robed devil suddenly felt the pressure he was under soar, almost crushing himself, and immediately knew that Su Qin had no intention of bypassing him.
"Break it!"
"Broken broken!!!"
Even though the black-robed Demon Lord knew that his hope of surviving was slim, he couldn't help struggling at this moment.
In an instant, the black-robed devil ignited his transformed internal power and physical body in a forbidden way.
Immediately, a terrifying aura emerged from the black-robed Demon Lord.
This aura even surpasses the ordinary first-grade Dzogchen.
Such a sudden increase in strength, but the black-robed Demon Lord did not show any joy on his face.
In this forbidden technique, he has completely burned his internal energy and physical body. Even if he really survives, his strength will inevitably plummet, and even fall out of the top rank.
But now, the black-robed Demon Lord doesn't care anymore.
However.
next moment.
The terrifying power of heaven and earth crushed down.
Click.
Click.
Almost instantly, all the bones of the Demon Lord were shattered.
"Unexpectedly, I killed countless people in my life, but in the end I died at the hands of others."
The black-robed devil muttered to himself.
His physical body has completely collapsed, leaving only the remnants of the 'God'.
It's just that the 'god' of the black-robed demon master is far inferior to the demon Buddha, and he doesn't even condense his spiritual thoughts. Once he loses the protection of his physical body, it will quickly dissipate in the air without Su Qin's hands.
as expected.
In less than a moment.
The black-robed demon lord was shocked violently, his body completely collapsed, and disappeared.
The audience was dead silent.
Everyone was silent.
If it is said that when the black-robed devil yelled out the words "Wulin Myth" at the beginning, there were still people who were skeptical.
Then at this moment, when seeing that the black-robed demon master was so top-ranked that he didn't even resist, and was wiped out in ashes, everyone no longer had any doubts in their hearts.
Just when the disciples of Shaolin Temple and everyone in the Demon Sect were immersed in the shocking scene before their eyes.
Abbot Huiwen burst into tears, disregarding his physical injuries, tremblingly said:
"Nine hundred years."
"Nine hundred years, my Shaolin Temple has finally walked out of an arhat"
(end of this chapter)