I seized the Demon Emperor

Lao Shou intended to delay the monks of Qingliang Temple here.

But Master Mingguan's move was extraordinary.

The twelfth level of Buddhist martial king, in the entire Shenzhou, can be regarded as the second best Buddhist master after Master Mingjue, "Bing Maha", and even better than the abbots of Huayan Temple and Dizang Zen Temple.

If the demon monk Mingfa did not use the ultimate killer move of stepping into hell to kill the enemy, he would not be a match for Master Mingguan.

The abbot of the first Buddhist temple in Shenzhou, at this moment, used the Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist passed down from Qingliang Temple. His heart was like a mirror, not stained with dust, and his wisdom was perfect, like a Bodhi.

While the enemy could hardly detect his thoughts, he reflected every subtle change of the opponent in his heart.

Lao Shou had two unique skills, the Red Moon Sky Claw and the He Taiyin Broken Sun Claw, and his skills were profound, but he could not take advantage of Master Mingguan.

Master Mingguan did not take the initiative to attack, but just unfolded the exquisiteness of Buddhist martial arts, and the glass Buddha light spread all over the world, forcing Lao Shou to retreat.

Others from Qingliang Temple took the opportunity to evacuate.

One of the old monks was holding a boy about two or three years old in his arms.

The boy's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

They crossed the wide river downstream, and then rushed to the mountains on the opposite bank, crossing mountains and ridges to leave.

At this moment, a Buddha light suddenly lit up in the mountains.

They were of the same origin as the evacuated monks, and they were all orthodox descendants of Qingliang Temple's Buddhist Dharma, Zen and martial arts.

However, at this moment, they were fighting against each other.

The Buddha light manifested the appearance of the eight-armed arhat, mighty and magnificent, and eight Zen sticks hit the monks of Qingliang Temple from all directions.

The old monk holding the boy uttered a low Buddhist chant: "Mingjing, you are really stubborn."

The one who blocked the way of the monks of Qingliang Temple was naturally Elder Mingjing.

At this moment, facing his former fellow disciples, he was neither impatient nor impatient: "You are the same, everyone is stubborn."

Next to this old monk, a middle-aged monk who was almost two meters tall, wearing a cassock, shouted angrily: "You are so bold!"

The middle-aged monk also showed the appearance of an arhat and immediately fought with Elder Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing was injured by Jiange Jie Xingmang in Shuzhou before.

On the way back to the Demon Sect's headquarters from Shuzhou, he fought with the enemy repeatedly and had no time to recuperate, so Elder Mingjing's injuries have not been healed.

Now facing the first master of the Mesozoic era in Qingliang Temple, the first seat of the Arhat Hall, Zhichen Zen Master, Elder Mingjing has no upper hand.

The two arhats collided with each other, and the one who was forced to retreat was Elder Mingjing.

Zen Master Zhichen took a step forward.

His already tall body gave people a sense of oppression like a mountain.

"I will clean up the mess today!"

He waved his Zen staff, and the huge Arhat image also made the same move.

Elder Mingjing, who was injured, did not dare to take it head-on. The Zen staff in his hand turned from fierce to gentle, and deflected the opponent's attack to the side.

Amid the deafening sound, a mountain on the bank of the river was directly knocked down by Zen Master Zhichen's staff.

Zen Master Zhichen continued to attack, and his staff struck out in succession.

Elder Mingjing could only give in.

"Zhichen, nephew, don't fight. According to the order of the abbot, we should leave this place as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid more demons will come." The old monk holding the child said.

Although Zen Master Zhichen was unwilling, he suppressed the anger in his heart. After forcing Elder Mingjing to retreat again, he planned to evacuate with others.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes suddenly blurred.

Looking carefully, there was a young man with disheveled hair in the crowd.

The young man smiled harmlessly, innocently and cheerfully: "Xiaoyuan and you all have to stay, you can't leave."

The monks of Qingliang Temple were shocked.

"Demon cub?" Master Zhichen swung his staff and hit the young man on the head.

At the moment of action, the abbot Mingguan shouted from afar: "Spare his life!"

Master Zhichen was shocked.

He felt that the abbot's words were not spoken to him, but to the young man in front of him.

Then, he suddenly thought of someone.

Just as the thought came to this, the young man in front of him stretched out his hand.

The action was simple and plain.

It was just a straight punch.

He did not show his own martial arts will.

It was an ordinary punch, but it directly penetrated the Arhat form of Master Zhichen.

The golden light flashed, and the Arhat, who was several feet tall, stood still.

A hole opened in the chest and abdomen, running through the front and back.

The boy's fist was like an indestructible spear, with the terrifying edge concentrated at the tip of the spear, piercing through the image of the Arhat, and then stabbing towards the Zen Master Zhichen.

The Zen Master Zhichen was horrified and almost subconsciously blocked his chest with a stick.

But the heavy Zen stick made of hundreds of refined gold essences was now as fragile as a dry branch, breaking at the touch.

The boy's fist effortlessly broke the Zen stick and hit the Zen Master Zhichen's chest.

Then, just like stabbing through the image of the Arhat just now, the spear-like fist pierced through the front and back of the Zen Master Zhichen.

The monks of the surrounding Qingliang Temple had not even come to their senses, and the head of their own Arhat Hall, the tenth-level Buddhist martial king Zhichen, was already in danger of death.

The only person who had time to react was the abbot "Du'e Venerable" Master Mingguan.

At the moment when the boy's fist broke the Zen stick, a lotus grew under the feet of the Buddha transformed by the flood in the distance. He came in a few big steps and slapped down with a palm to save the Zen Master Zhichen.

The nearly 100-meter-tall Buddha rushed over, with overwhelming momentum, covering the sky and the sun.

However, the young man raised his other hand upward, and a hole appeared on the palm of the Buddha.

The majestic momentum was instantly released.

The 100-meter-long Buddha staggered back, the glazed light on his body kept shaking, and the river water condensed in his body was difficult to stabilize, and kept falling down, as if a heavy rain fell.

The young man's right hand still stayed in the chest of Master Zhichen, and then he took his body and appeared in front of the old monk like a ghost.

With a scoop of his left hand, the child in the old monk's arms had been brought over.

The monks of Qingliang Temple could not keep up with his speed at all, and they were all shocked at this time.

The young man did not continue to attack, but just smiled at the child in his arms.

Master Zhichen took his last breath and stared at the young face in front of him.

"You... 'Ghost Dragon'... Su Ye?"

Su Ye smiled at him kindly.

The right hand inserted into the other's chest shook.

Then Master Zhichen was torn into pieces and exploded into a blood mist.

The blood mist splashed backwards and fell on a mountain.

The rock surface of the mountain was a picture made of blood.

Su Ye retracted his right hand, which was not stained with blood, and put his hand on the awning, looking at the painting on the mountain peak, and whistled: "Brother, come and see, this is better than my previous work!"

Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and others appeared.

"Watch out for Xiaoyuan!" Su Wei shouted unhappily.

Su Ye turned his head and looked.

The Buddha condensed by the river water completely dissipated.

Instead, the glazed Buddha light condensed on the river surface, and a golden Buddha about 18 feet tall stood up.

Although it was smaller than the Buddha transformed by the river water just now, its power was more condensed and powerful.

Master Mingguan looked at the blood-stained mountain in the distance, with a look of misery on his face.