Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Outside the Dharma House.

Abbot Huiwen's face was pale, and a black palm print could be faintly seen on his lower abdomen.

This palm print seemed to penetrate deep into Abbot Huiwen's bone marrow, and strands of demonic energy lingered like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Behind Abbot Huiwen, the heads of the academy were staring at the young man who was staring at the black light.

"True nature, you, how can you?" The head of the Luohan Academy was full of anger.

The young man in front of him is the true nature of the genius disciple of the Arhat Academy.

Just half an hour ago, Zhenxing informed Abbot Huiwen and the head of the academy on the grounds that he knew about the 'Magic Buddha'.

But at a critical moment, he made a sneak attack on Abbot Huiwen, and he succeeded.

"say no more."

At this moment, Abbot Huiwen took a deep breath, barely suppressed the injury, and looked at Zhenxing: "Zhenxing, you are the descendant of this generation of demons and Buddhas."

Since nine hundred years ago, a patriarch of Shaolin Temple who attained the status of 'Arhat' suppressed the Demon Buddha in the back mountain.

Every hundred years after that, there will be demons breaking out of the seal and bewitching the disciples of Shaolin Temple.

Any disciple of Shaolin Temple who is bewitched by it, considers himself to be a descendant of the devil and Buddha, and his strength is strengthened by the devil's thoughts, and he can climb to the second or even the first rank in a short period of time.

In addition, every descendant of the Demon Buddha will have incomparable hatred for the Shaolin Temple, and their goal is to destroy the Shaolin Temple.

In the past 900 years, the Shaolin Temple has produced a total of eight descendants of the Demon Buddha.

The truth is the ninth.

Shaolin Temple paid a heavy price in order to solve the first eight descendants of Demon Buddha, especially in the last century, the only remaining four holy monks in Shaolin Temple did not hesitate to use forbidden techniques in order to kill the descendants of Demon Buddha at that time.

As a result, the four holy monks passed away one after another, until sixty years ago, the last holy monk was enthroned, and there were no more holy monks in Shaolin Temple.

"Hahahahaha."

"Yes, I am the descendant of the Demon Buddha!"

The truth is disdainful to deny, and generously admits his identity.

Descendants of the Devil

Even if they had guessed for a long time, when the heads of the academy heard these four words, their expressions were extremely ugly.

For the Shaolin Temple, the successor of the Demon Buddha is more like a curse. Once every hundred years, the Shaolin Temple is forcibly brought down.

Otherwise, with the background of the world's martial arts in Shaolin Temple, it is unlikely that this generation cannot cultivate even a holy monk.

"True nature, how dare you do this?! Shaolin Temple treats you well, accepts you as a disciple, and teaches you magic skills, you."

The head of the Arhat Academy stared at Zhenzhen, as if flames could spew out of his eyes.

Zhenxing has been in Shaolin Temple for ten years, and the head of the Arhat Academy has really cultivated the other party as a nephew, and even plans to let Zhenxing take over the position of the head of the Arhat Academy in the future.

But he never dreamed that Zhenzhen would dare to do such a treacherous thing.

"Not thin?!"

Hearing the truth, his face was full of sarcasm: "My entire family has been slaughtered, what are you doing in Shaolin Temple?"

"Senior brother comforts me, the head of the hospital comforts me, and the abbot comforts me, but you all know that what I want is not comfort at all!!"

For every word of the truth, the surrounding demonic energy skyrocketed by one point.

"Shaolin Temple, as the world's major martial arts master, pretends to be the right way, and only comforts people?"

Killing intent boiled over in the words of truth: "Hypocrisy and righteousness, hypocrisy will take a moment, Shaolin Temple should be destroyed!!"

As soon as the true voice fell, the devilish energy began to vibrate wildly.

Indistinctly, a half-gold and half-black golden body of the Demon Buddha emerged from behind the true nature.

"comfort?"

The head of the martial monastery was furious: "Then, did you know that in order to avenge you, senior brother did not hesitate to violate the precepts, went down the mountain privately, chased and killed for three months, and killed the murderer in the vast sea to the west?"

"All right."

"No need to say more."

The head of the Arhat Academy calmed down and looked at the true nature: "The descendant of the Demon Buddha is the enemy of the Shaolin Temple. Since you are the descendant of the Demon Buddha, the poor monk should clean the door himself."

The skin of the head of the Luohan Academy was faintly golden.

As one of the people in Shaolin Temple who has done the most research on the [King Kong Indestructible Magic], the head of the Luohan Academy is far away from Dacheng's [King Kong Indestructible Magic], but his physical body is a lot stronger than that of other academies.

Coupled with the powerful internal strength of the third-rank martial artist, from a certain perspective, the strength of the head of the Luohan Academy can at least rank in the top three among the heads of the academy.

"The murderer was killed?"

The truth was slightly stunned, and then, a strong black awn appeared in the depths of his pupils again: "So what, my entire family of 18 can survive?"

boom! ! !

Demonic.

The heads of the academies made their move immediately and formed a large formation faintly.

Abbot Huiwen sat cross-legged, suppressing the black palm print from his lower abdomen.

However.

After a moment.

Click.

I saw the heads of the academy suddenly retreat, their expressions were as pale as paper, and they vomited blood on the spot.

"It's useless."

"I've entered the second rank, you guys are too weak."

A genuine contemptuous smile.

"Huiwen, haven't you taken action yet?"

Zhenxing turned his eyes, looked at Abbot Huiwen, and said jokingly: "The power of the devil is not so easy to restore."

"Besides, even if you recover, what can you do? You are a second-rank, and I am also a second-rank. The power of the devil is born to restrain Buddhism. Even if you recover to the heyday, you are not my opponent."

The true killing intent is boiling: "If there is a holy monk in your generation of Shaolin Temple, I will turn around and leave without saying a word."

"Unfortunately, your Shaolin Temple has no holy monks."

"Since there is none, let's all die."

The truth has just fallen.

I saw that the light suddenly became dim, and it enveloped Abbot Huiwen and the head of the academy like a ghost.

Endless black mist came from all directions, and in these black mists, there was a strange power, as if someone was whispering in a low voice, and even the spirit could invade the candle.

For a time, except for Abbot Huiwen, who was barely able to stay awake, the other heads of the academy began to slowly sink.

Abbot Huiwen's face was as white as paper, a faint golden light emerged from his body, and he was the only one holding on on the field.

But even so, Abbot Huiwen felt that his power declined at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it would take at most half a quarter of an hour to completely collapse.

Once he can't hold on any longer, the entire Shaolin Temple may really be destroyed.

"Is it possible that the Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, is it really going to be destroyed at this time?"

Abbot Huiwen looked mourned and full of despair.

Shaolin Temple is the world's largest martial arts sect that has walked out of the "Arhat". It has been passed down for thousands of years and has experienced many storms. How can it be destroyed at this moment?

Abbot Huiwen was full of unwillingness.

Just when Abbot Huiwen was ready to detonate everything in himself, even if he could not perish together, he would severely damage the descendants of the devil and Buddha.

Outside the Tripitaka Pavilion.

The leaves keep falling.

Su Qin stopped sweeping the floor, raised his right hand, and gently clamped a falling leaf.

"Non-vegetation."

Su Qin lowered his gaze, sighed softly, and flicked his fingers. The fallen leaves between his fingers pierced the air in an instant, and disappeared in the direction of Damo Academy.

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