Dharma Academy.
Black demonic energy covered the sky and enveloped the sky in all directions, and all Shaolin disciples who were invaded by the demonic energy became mentally disturbed and sank quickly.
In the depths of the thick black demonic energy, a faint light of the Buddha was slowly burning like a candle.
The Buddha's light was hazy, and he tried his best to resist the black demonic energy.
But obviously, this light of Buddha can't last long. Once the light of Buddha is extinguished, Shaolin Temple will become a demonic realm on earth.
"Old man Huiwen, give up, you will never imagine how terrifying the power of the Demon Buddha is!"
Truth said slowly.
Now all the heads of Shaolin Temple have lost the strength to resist, and Abbot Huiwen can't hold on for long, Zhenxing already has a winning ticket in his heart.
"Fortunately, I have introduced several directors and abbots of the Bodhidharma Academy. Otherwise, once someone is allowed to leave and use the Shaolin Temple's heritage, it may not be so smooth to destroy the Shaolin Temple."
A trace of complacency flashed across the genuine look.
Shaolin Temple is the world's top school of martial arts, even if there is no first-rank holy monk sitting in it, the foundation it holds is enough to stop him.
However.
No matter how strong the foundation is, someone has to use it.
But now, he has wiped out all the people in Shaolin Temple who can use their foundation.
Just when Zhenxing was about to take action and completely deal with Abbot Huiwen, his face suddenly changed as if he felt something.
"This is?"
Zhenxing suddenly looked up and looked in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.
In the induction of authenticity, a breath of rigidity and yang is like a sharp sword, easily breaking through the mighty black demonic energy.
The endless black devil energy is formed by the power of the devil Buddha. Although it is illusory, even a second-rank martial artist will fall into it if he is not careful.
But in front of this strong and yang aura, the black demonic aura is like thin paper, which will shatter at the touch of a finger.
next moment.
This breath crossed a distance of several thousand meters and came to the truth in an instant.
"not good!!"
Zhenxing's scalp exploded, and he was about to retreat violently to escape.
However, it was too late.
The aura of rigidity and yang directly penetrated between Zhenxing's eyebrows, and fell on the thousand-year-old clock behind him with a 'swish' sound.
block! !
The grand chime of the bell resounded.
"I"
Zhenxing's eyes were blank, and his body exploded.
Losing the source of the devilish energy, the mighty devilish energy covering less than half of Shaolin Temple dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Abbot Huiwen, who was about to blew himself up and wanted to seriously injure his authenticity, froze for a moment.
He never imagined in his dreams that his true nature blew himself up first.
"wrong."
"It's not self-destruct."
"Someone made a move."
Abbot Huiwen was worthy of being a veteran second-rank martial artist, and he realized something immediately.
at this time.
hum! ! !
The faint magic energy condensed, re-condensing a new 'truth' next to it.
"I am dead?"
Really broke out in a cold sweat.
If it wasn't for the "surrogate death technique" in the Mo-Buddha inheritance just now, he might really be dead at this moment.
But even so, there is no fluke in the truth, because the "surrogate death technique" is a forbidden technique, and every successor of Demon and Buddha can only use it once in a lifetime, which is equivalent to a second life.
Zhenxing's face turned pale, and he looked at the thousand-year-old clock not far away.
I saw a yellow fallen leaf running through the ancient clock.
"A fallen leaf?"
"I actually died on a fallen leaf?"
Zhenxing set off a huge wave in his heart.
If he died on a magic weapon, he would be able to recognize it.
But a fallen leaf.
What kind of existence is it that can kill him with an ordinary fallen leaf
The authenticity is unimaginable.
"besides."
Zhenxing touched the center of his brows, even if he survived with the 'surrogate death technique', he could still feel a faint aura of masculinity and yang in the center of his brows, constantly melting away the evil energy in his body.
Under the suppression of this aura of rigidity and yang, there is no one in real strength, and I am afraid that even the capital of the third-rank academy cannot beat it.
"Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable"
Zhenxing glanced at Abbot Huiwen who was also shocked, and knew that he should leave.
If he didn't leave, not only would he not be able to destroy Shaolin Temple, but he would also be planted here.
Thinking of this, Zhenxing turned into a phantom without hesitation and fled away.
Abbot Huiwen saw this scene, but there was nothing he could do.
Although the authenticity is greatly damaged, why is he not
After being attacked by Zhenxing and invaded by demon energy, Abbot Huiwen's injuries at this moment are much more serious than Zhenxing.
Outside the Shaolin Temple.
A phantom jumped wildly.
"Damn damn damn."
"Just a little bit, just a little bit!!!"
The true sex is mad with hatred.
The successor of the Demon Buddha can certainly step into the second rank or even the first rank in a short period of time under the strengthening of the magic thoughts.
But every successor of the Demon Buddha has completely distorted their minds, completely taking the destruction of Shaolin Temple as their lifelong goal.
Moreover, the lifespan of the successors of Demonic Buddha is very short, and they will die of old age within five years at most.
"The person who made the move just now killed me with fallen leaves, at least he is a first-rank grand master."
"And it's still that kind of extremely powerful first-rank Grandmaster!"
"Isn't there no holy monk in Shaolin Temple?"
Zhen Xing took a deep breath and looked back at Shaolin Temple: "That first-rank grand master probably didn't chase after him?"
However, just when Zhenxing breathed a sigh of relief.
A calm voice sounded unhurriedly.
"Are you looking for me?"
boom! ! !
The real hairs stand on end, and he looks at the source of the sound in an instant.
I saw a man in a gray monk's robe looking at him.
"Who are you?"
Zhenxing only feels that Su Qin is a little familiar.
Before Zhenxing became a demon, even though he was a genius of Arhat Academy, he also worshiped in Shaolin Temple at the same time as Su Qin.
But Su Qin is just a sweeping monk, and he usually doesn't even take a look at it.
"It's you!"
Thoughts in Zhenxing's mind raced, and finally who Su Qin was.
Anyway, after all, Su Qin and he belonged to the disciples of the "Zhen" generation. When they worshiped together in Shaolin Temple, Zhen Xing even had a few words with Su Qin.
However, as Su Qin was assigned to the handyman's house and became a sweeping monk, Zhenxing never had contact with Su Qin again.
From Zhenxing's point of view, he and Su Qin are destined to be two types of people, no matter it is now or in the future, it is impossible to get together.
Even now, Zhenxing has become the successor of the Demon Buddha, and he doesn't take Su Qin seriously at all.
"When did you get here?"
The more you look at Su Qin's true nature, the more frightened he is.
Although Su Qin looked like an ordinary person in front of him at the moment, without fluctuations in internal energy, but the more he was like this, the more he felt something was wrong with his authenticity.
Who is he
The successor of the Demon Buddha! Even if he is severely injured now, the aura that is casually revealed is enough to make ordinary warriors tremble, let alone an ordinary person like Qin
If Su Qin is really an ordinary person, his legs should be weak at this moment
Just when the authenticity was uncertain, Su Qin looked calm, and said something that made him change color:
"It's not easy for the Demon Buddha to survive a blow from me."
boom!
Zhenxing's expression froze, and his body retreated hundreds of meters, as if he was facing a big enemy, as if he was facing the danger of life and death.
"Who are you?"
(end of this chapter)