Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"You are not a first-class Great Perfection!"

"You are, you are a martial arts myth!!!"

The hysterical and desperate roar of the black-robed demon lord spread throughout the Shaolin Temple in an instant.

"Wulin myth?"

"What is martial arts myth?"

A Shaolin Temple disciple who has just started asked subconsciously.

They had just entered the Shaolin Temple not long ago, and they didn't even know the division of the ninth grade of martial arts, let alone the myth of martial arts.

However, when these Shaolin Temple disciples who were just getting started saw the shocked expressions of the brothers next to them, their expressions were full of incredulity, and they didn't dare to speak.

"Wulin myth?"

"Arhat fruit position?"

The head of the Discipline Academy muttered to himself.

Today, martial arts are divided into nine grades, and only those who are above the nine grades of martial arts are qualified to be called 'Arhat' fruit status or martial arts mythology.

In fact, whether it is the status of 'Arhat' or martial arts mythology, it is the same meaning, but the former is the name of Shaolin Temple and other Buddhist schools, and the latter is the name of the martial artist in the rivers and lakes.

"Wulin myth?"

"Really?"

The first look of the new hospital of the House of Commons was dull.

Originally, it was unbelievable enough that Zhenguan jumped from a sweeping monk to become the ancestor of the holy monk who saved Shaolin Temple from life and death several times.

but now.

Someone told him.

Zhenguan is not only the ancestors of holy monks.

Is it even the 'Arhat' that has not been seen in Shaolin Temple for thousands of years?

This is too incredible, right?

The head of the House of Handyman was not jealous, but he was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.

The heads of the Shaolin Temple, including the head of the Bodhidharma House, the head of the Wu Monk House, and the head of the Luohan House, as well as many disciples, were stunned and dumbfounded.

If it wasn't for this sentence, it was said from the mouth of a top-ranking master like the Demon Lord, 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 can it be said casually?

However, as the Demon Lord, he should be disdainful of lying about this matter, and the Demon Lord's look and tone at the moment don't seem to be lying.

"what?"

"Wulin myth?"

Compared with the shock of the Shaolin Temple disciples, the demon disciples who came to the door were completely panicked.

They were aggressively preparing to destroy the Shaolin Temple. They originally thought that there was a devil in charge and the victory was in their hands. Even if there was an accident, it would lead to the legacy of a certain "Arhat" in the Shaolin Temple.

But there is no problem in sheltering them by the means of the Demon Lord.

But now what?

Shaolin Temple has an 'Arhat' in charge of contemporary times?

How is this possible?

Although these Demon Sect disciples have great confidence in the Demon Lord, they do not 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 disciples were full of despair.

They had thought about escaping, but as soon as the idea started, they felt a strong force emerging from all directions to imprison them.

It seems that the entire Shaolin Temple has been reduced to a 'domain' of existence.

"He is a martial arts myth?"

Demon Sect disciple Kun Kong felt that he had heard a big joke.

He survived nine deaths and traveled far to the Western Desert, finding the Demon Lord abruptly, and inviting the Demon Lord out, wanting to revive the Demon Sect and seek revenge for the nameless holy monk in Shaolin Temple.

As a result, you told me that the other party is a martial arts myth?

This is not revenge, this is death! !

Kun Kong's mind suddenly flashed five years ago when Su Qin was wearing a gray monk's robe, cleaning the helm of the Demon Gate.

At this moment, all kinds of despair gathered in Kun Kong's heart and turned into one sentence:

"You are a martial arts myth, why do you want to bully the small!!"

In front of Daxiong Palace.

With a slight wave of Su Qin's hand, the original form turned into a phantom, and the black-robed demon master who retreated was directly imprisoned in place, unable to move.

"You, who are you?"

The black-robed demon master 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 somewhere by the black-robed demon master.

Now, the only thought in the black-robed Demon Lord's mind is how to save his own life.

As long as you can live, there is hope for everything.

"I'm just a sweeper of the Shaolin Temple."

Su Qin thought for a while and said.

He didn't say anything about these words. After 20 years of worship in the Shaolin Temple, Su Qin never gave up sweeping the floor. This is obvious to all in the Shaolin Temple.

"Sweeping monk?"

The black-robed demon master stayed for a while, with a look of disbelief.

The sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple?

What are you kidding?

Dignified martial arts myth? How could he be the sweeper of the Shaolin Temple?

If you say this, even a three-year-old child will scoff at it, as if the emperor who is sitting on the world's wealth says he has no money.

"All right."

"Go to hell."

Su Qin suddenly lost interest. Originally, he wanted to use the hand of this demon master to test his strength.

But I didn't expect the other party to be so weak.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The black-robed demon master suddenly felt that the pressure he was under was soaring wildly, almost crushing himself, and suddenly knew that Su Qin had no intention of bypassing him.

"Break it for me!"

"Bro Po Po!!!"

Even if the black-robed demon master knew that his hope of surviving was slim, he couldn't help struggling at this moment.

In an instant, the black-robed demon lord burned his transformed inner strength and flesh in a forbidden technique.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura emerged from the black-robed Demon Lord.

This breath, even surpasses the ordinary 1st Grade Great Perfection.

The strength has suddenly improved so much, but there is no joy on the face of the black-robed demon master.

In this forbidden technique, he has completely burned his inner strength and fleshly body. Even if he really survives, his strength will inevitably plummet, or even fall out of the top rank.

But now, the Black Robe Demon Lord doesn't care anymore.

However.

next moment.

The terrifying might of heaven and earth rolled down.

Click.

Click.

Almost instantly, all the bones of the Demon Lord were shattered.

"Unexpectedly, I killed countless people in my life, and finally died at the hands of others."

The black-robed demon master muttered to himself.

His fleshly body has completely collapsed, leaving only the remnants of the 'God'.

However, the 'god' of the black-robed Demon Lord is far inferior to that of the Demon Buddha, and he does not even condense his spiritual thoughts. Once he loses the protection of his physical body, it will quickly dissipate into the air without Su Qin's action.

as predicted.

In less than a moment.

The black-robed Demon Lord was shocked, his body completely collapsed and vanished.

The whole place was silent.

Everyone was silent.

If the black-robed Demon Lord roared out the words 'Wulin Myth' at the beginning, there were still people who were suspicious.

So at this moment, seeing that the black-robed Demon Lord of the highest rank did not even resist, and when he was completely wiped out, everyone no longer had any doubts in their hearts.

Just when the disciples of Shaolin Temple and everyone in the demon gate were immersed in the shocking scene in front of them.

Abbot Huiwen was in tears, disregarding his physical injuries, and tremblingly said:

"Nine hundred years."

"Nine hundred years, I have finally walked out of the Shaolin Temple, an Arhat"