Sign In Buddha’s Palm

Dharma Courtyard.

black demonic energy hiding the sky and covering the earth, madly moved towards all directions Shrouded, all Shaolin Temple dísciple that was invaded by demonic energy, are all confused and quickly sinking.

In the depths of the rich black demonic energy, a little Buddha's radiance is slowly burning like a candle.

Buddha's radiance is misty, struggling to contend with black demonic energy.

But obviously, this Buddha's radiance will not last long. Once Buddha's radiance goes out, Shaolin Temple will become a Demon Domain on earth.

"Hui Wen old fogey, give it up, you will never think of how terrifying the power of Demon Buddha is!"

Zhen Xing said slowly.

Now all the heads of Shaolin Temple have lost their resistance, and Abbot Hui Wen won’t be able to hold on for long. Zhen Xing already has a chance to win.

"Fortunately, I brought several heads and abbots to the Dharma Courtyard. Otherwise, once someone leaves and uses the Shaolin Temple heritage to destroy Shaolin Temple, I am afraid it will not go so smoothly."

Zhen Xing expression flashes of pride.

Shaolin Temple is the Martial Dao Great Sect in the world, even if there is no Grade 1 holy monk in charge, the foundation it possesses is enough to stop him.

However.

No matter how strong the background is, someone has to use it.

But now, everyone in Shaolin Temple who can use its heritage has been completely swept away by him.

Just when Zhen Xing was about to take action to completely solve Abbot Hui Wen, his face suddenly changed as if he felt something.

"This is?"

Zhen Xing suddenly looked up, looking towards the Scripture Pavilion.

In the induction of Zhen Xing, the breath of most Firm most Yang is like a sharp sword, easily breaking through the mighty black demonic energy.

The endless black demonic energy is formed by the power of Demon Buddha. Although it is illusory, even Grade 2 martial artist, accidentally, will be deeply involved.

But before the breath of the most Firm most Yang, black demonic energy is like thin paper, which breaks with the touch.

next moment.

This aura crossed thousands of meters and came to Zhen Xing in an instant.

"Not good!!"

Zhen Xing's scalp exploded and he was about to retreat and avoid.

But it was too late.

The breath of the most Firm most Yang directly penetrates the center of Zhen Xing's eyebrows, and a'swish' falls on the thousand-year ancient bell behind him.

Block! !

The magnificent chimes resounded.

"I..."

Zhen Xing's eyes were blank, and his body exploded.

Lost the source of the demonic energy, the mighty demonic energy that enveloped a half of the Shaolin Temple dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Abbot Hui Wen, who was preparing to self-destruct and wanted to hit Zhen Xing severely, suddenly stayed.

He never dreamed that Zhen Xing self-destructed to him first...

"No."

"Not self-destruct ."

"Someone took the shot."

Abbot Hui Wen is worthy of being an veteran Grade 2 martial artist, and he realized something in the first place.

Just then.

weng!! !

The faint demonic energy is condensed, and a new "Zhen Xing" is recondense next to it.

"Am I dead?"

Zhen Xing was in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for the'Technique of Death Substituting' in the Demon Buddha inheritance, he would really be dead at this moment.

But even so, Zhen Xing did not have the slightest luck, because the'Technique of Death Substituting' is a forbidden technique, and each descendant of Demon Buddha can only use it once in his life, equivalent to the second life.

Zhen Xing's face turned pale, looking at the thousand-year ancient bell not far away.

I saw a withered leaf running through the ancient bell.

"A leaf?"

"I died on a leaf?"

Zhen Xing made a huge wave in his heart.

If he died on a Divine Weapon, he would recognize it.

But a piece of fallen leaf...

How much does it exist that can kill him with a piece of ordinary leaf that can no longer be ordinary?

Zhen Xing unimaginable.

"And..."

Zhen Xing touched his eyebrows, even if he survived with the'Technique of Death Substituting', he felt that there was a faint eyebrow The breath of the most Firm most Yang is like a shadow, continuously dissolving within the body demonic energy.

Under the pressure of this most Firm most Yang breath, Zhen Xing has no one in ten strengths, and I am afraid he can't even beat the Grade 3 capital.

"Shaolin Temple is really deep and unmeasurable......"

Zhen Xing glanced at Abbot Hui Wen who was also shocked, and knew he should leave.

If you don’t leave, not only will you not destroy Shaolin Temple, but you will also be planted here.

Thinking of this, Zhen Xing without the slightest hesitation turned into a Mo Ying and flees away.

Abbot Hui Wen saw this scene, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhen Xing is a huge loss in strength, but is he not?

After being invaded by the Zhen Xing sneak attack and demonic energy, Abbot Hui Wen's injury at the moment is much heavier than Zhen Xing.

...

Outside Shaolin Temple.

A Mo Ying rushed frantically.

"Damn, damn, damn."

"It's almost, it's almost!!!"

Zhen Xing is mad with hatred.

The descendants of Demon Buddha can certainly step into Grade 2 or even Grade 1 in a short time under the reinforcement of Demonic Will.

But for every descendant of Demon Buddha, the temperament is completely distorted, completely aiming to destroy Shaolin Temple as a lifetime goal.

Moreover, the lifespan of Demon Buddha's descendants is very short, and will die of old age at most five years.

"The person who just shot, killed me with fallen leaves, at least Grade 1 Great Grandmaster."

"And it's the kind of extremely powerful Grade 1 Great Grandmaster!"

"Aren't there no holy monks in the Shaolin Temple?"

Zhen Xing took a deep breath and looked back at Shaolin Temple: "That Grade 1 Great Grandmaster, shouldn't he come after him?"

Only when Zhen Xing was slightly relaxed.

A calm voice neither fast nor slow sounded.

"Are you looking for me?"

bang!! !

Zhen Xing hair stands on end, instantly looked towards the sound source.

I saw a man in a gray monk robe looking at him.

"Are you?"

Zhen Xing only finds Su Qin familiar.

Before Zhen Xing was enchanted, although he was a genius in Arhat Academy, he still visited Shaolin Temple at the same time as Su Qin.

But Su Qin is just a sweeping monk, he usually takes a look at him.

"It's you!"

Zhen Xing's mind flashed, and finally he heard who Su Qin is.

Anyway, Su Qin is in the same dísciple of the'true' character after all, and when he visited Shaolin Temple together, Zhen Xing also said a few words with Su Qin.

However, as Su Qin was assigned to the handyman courtyard and became a sweeping monk, Zhen Xing never contacted Su Qin again.

In Zhen Xing's view, he and Su Qin are destined to be two types of people. Both now and in the future, they are both impossible.

Even now, Zhen Xing has become the heir of Demon Buddha, and he didn't even think Su Qin would take it seriously.

"When did you get here?"

The more Zhen Xing looked at Su Qin, the more shocked she became.

Although Su Qin looks like an ordinary person in front of him at the moment, there is no fluctuation in Inner Strength, but the more so, the more wrong Zhen Xing feels.

He is who?

Heir of Demon Buddha! Even if he is hit hard now, the aura that he can show at will is enough to make the common martial artist heart tremble, even more how is he an ordinary person like Qin?

If Su Qin is really an ordinary person, should his legs feel weak at the moment?

Just when Zhen Xing was in a state of uncertainty, Su Qin expression calmed down, and said something that made him change color:

"When I was hit, I didn’t die, Demon Buddha was not simple. ."

bang!

Zhen Xing expression froze, and his stature retreated several hundred meters violently, as if he was facing an enemy, as if facing the danger of life and death.

"Who are you?"