Chapter 9

Dharma hall.

All the disciples of Shaolin Temple, who were attacked by the evil spirit, were in a state of confusion and quickly degenerated.

In the deep of the rich black magic Qi, a little light of Buddha light is burning slowly like a candle.

The light of Buddha is misty, struggling against the black evil spirit.

However, it is obvious that this Buddhist light will not last long. Once the Buddhist light goes out, Shaolin Temple will become a demon world.

"Huiwen, old man, give up. You will never know how terrible the power of magic Buddha is!"

The truth is slow.

Now all the heads of Shaolin Temple have lost their resistance. Abbot Huiwen can't hold on for long, and the truth is in his hands.

"Fortunately, I've led several headmen and abbots to the Dharma temple. Otherwise, once someone leaves, the destruction of Shaolin Temple will not be so smooth by using the inside information of Shaolin Temple."

There was a glimmer of pride in the real look.

Shaolin Temple, as a major part of martial arts in the world, even if there is no holy monk in town, it has enough information to stop him.

However.

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

But now, all the people who can use the inside information of Shaolin Temple are captured by him.

Just as Zhenxing was ready to solve Abbot Huiwen's problem, she felt something and suddenly changed her face.

"What's this?"

Zhenxing suddenly looks up to the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

In the induction of the true nature, a breath of Zhigang and Zhiyang is like a sword, which easily breaks the vast black magic Qi.

The endless black magic Qi is formed by the power of the magic Buddha. Although it is illusory, even the second grade martial arts can be trapped in it if they are not careful.

But in front of the breath of the sun, the black evil spirit is like thin paper, which can be broken at a touch.

The next moment.

This breath is thousands of kilometers away and comes to the reality in a flash.

"Not good!"

The real scalp explodes and is about to retreat.

But it's too late.

The breath of Zhigang and Zhiyang runs directly through the real eyebrows, and "whoosh" falls on the ancient clock behind.

Block!!

The great bell rings.

"I....

the true eye is at a loss, and the body explodes.

Without the source of evil Qi, the vast evil Qi that enveloped the small half of Shaolin Temple dissipated at the speed visible to the naked eye.

Abbot Huiwen, who was about to blow himself up and wanted to hurt his true nature, was stunned.

In his dreams, he could not imagine that his true nature would explode at him first...

"no way."

"It's not self destruction."

"Someone did it."

Abbot Huiwen is a veteran of second class martial arts. He realized something at the first time.

Just then.

Hum!!!

The faint magic Qi condenses and condenses a new "truth" nearby.

"I'm dead?"

It's a real cold sweat.

Just now, if it wasn't for the "technique of substituting for death" in the magic Buddha's inheritance, he would be dead now.

But even so, there is no fluke in the truth, because "the art of substituting for death" is a forbidden art, and every descendant of the demon Buddha can only use it once in his life, which is equivalent to a second life.

Zhenxing's face turned white and looked at the Millennium clock not far away.

I saw a yellow leaf running through the ancient clock.

"A leaf?"

"I died on a fallen leaf?"

The real heart set off a huge wave.

If he died on a magic weapon, he would recognize it.

But a fallen leaf...

how does it exist that it can kill him with an ordinary leaf?

The truth is hard to imagine.

"And....

Zhenxing touches the center of his eyebrows. Even if he survives with the technique of" replacing death ", he also feels that the center of his eyebrows is filled with the breath of" just to Yang ", which constantly melts the evil Qi in his body.

Under the pressure of this strong and positive atmosphere, there is no real strength, I'm afraid even the capital of the third grade academy can't beat it.

"Shaolin Temple is really unfathomable..."

Zhenxing looks at Abbot Huiwen, who is also shocked, and knows it's time to leave.

If we don't go any further, we will not only destroy the Shaolin Temple, but also plant ourselves here.

Thinking of this, the true nature turns into a magic shadow without hesitation and goes away.

Huiwen Abbot saw this scene, but he had no way.

True is a great loss of strength, he is not it?

After being attacked by Zhenxing and invaded by evil Qi, abbot Huiwen's injury is much more serious than Zhenxing's.

...Outside Shaolin Temple.

A devil's shadow is rushing wildly.

"Damn it."

"Just a little bit, just a little bit!"

The real sex is mad.

Of course, with the strengthening of the magic idea, the descendants of the magic Buddha can enter the second grade or even the first grade in a short time.

However, the mind and nature of every descendant of the magic Buddha have been completely distorted, and their life-long goal is to destroy the Shaolin Temple.

Moreover, the life span of the successors is very short, and they will die of old age in five years at most.

"The man who just killed me with fallen leaves is at least a great master."

"And it's one of the most powerful first-class masters!"

"Isn't there no holy monk in Shaolin Temple?"

Zhenxing took a deep breath and looked back at Shaolin Temple: "that great master Yipin, I don't think he came after him, did he?"

However, when the truth is slightly relieved.

A calm voice rang out without delay.

"Are you looking for me?"

Boom!!!

The real hairs stand upright and look at the sound source instantly.

A man in a grey robe was looking at him.

"Who are you?"

Zhenxing only thinks Su Qin is familiar with it.

Before being possessed by the devil, Zhenxing was a genius of Luohan temple, and at the same time with Su Qin, he joined Shaolin Temple.

But Su Qin is just a floor sweeper. He usually doesn't take a look at it.

"It's you!"

True mind thoughts turn quickly, finally sounded who is Su Qin.

In any case, Su Qin and he belong to the same generation of "true" disciples. When they visited Shaolin Temple together, Zhen Xing had a few words with Su Qin.

However, as Su Qin was assigned to the workhouse and became a floor sweeping monk, Zhenxing never contacted Su Qin again.

In the view of truth, he and Su Qin are destined to be two kinds of people, no matter now or in the future, they can not go together.

Even now, the true nature has become the descendant of the magic Buddha, and I don't think Su Qin should pay attention to it at all.

"When did you get here?"

The more you see the truth, the more frightened Su Qin is.

Although Su Qin's expression in front of him at the moment is like that of an ordinary person, with no fluctuation of internal power, the more so, the more wrong he feels.

Who is he?

The successor of the magic Buddha! Even if he is now badly hit, the casual breath is enough to make ordinary martial people tremble, not to mention ordinary people like Qin?

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

When his true nature was in doubt, Su Qin looked calm and said something that made him change his color:

"I hit him and he didn't die. The magic Buddha is really not simple."

Boom!

His true nature froze, and his body retreated hundreds of meters, as if facing a great enemy, as if facing the danger of life and death.

"Who are you?"

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