Chapter 61

"You're not a great success!"

"You are, you are a Wulin myth!"

The hysterical roar of the black robed Lord spread all over the Shaolin Temple in an instant.

"Wulin myth?"

"What is Wulin myth?"

A new Shaolin disciple asked subconsciously.

They just joined Shaolin temple not long ago. They don't know much about the division of nine grades of martial arts, let alone the myth of martial arts.

However, when the novice Shaolin disciples saw that the elder martial brothers were shocked and looked incredible, they did not dare to speak.

"Wulin myth?"

"Siraitia grosvenorii?"

The head of the commandment house murmured to himself.

In today's world, martial arts is divided into nine grades. Only when the martial arts is beyond the nine grades, can it be called "Luohan" fruit position or martial arts myth.

In fact, both "Luohan" fruit position and Wulin myth have the same meaning, but the former is the name of Shaolin Temple and other Buddhists, while the latter is the name of martial arts in the Jianghu.

"Wulin myth?"

"True view?"

The head of the new hospital is dull.

Originally, Zhenguan jumped up from a floor sweeper and became a saint monk who saved Shaolin Temple from death several times, which is unbelievable enough.

But now.

Someone told him.

True view is not only the ancestor of holy monks.

What's more, it's a "Luohan" that Shaolin Temple has not been able to produce for thousands of years?

Isn't that amazing?

The head of the miscellaneous service hospital didn't feel jealous, but he was shocked to the extreme and couldn't react at all for a moment.

The headmen of the Dharma monastery, the martial monk monastery and the Luohan monastery, and many of their disciples were tongue tied and gaping.

If it wasn't from such a great master as the devil, they would not believe it at all.

Wulin myth?

The weight represented by these four words can almost overwhelm the world today. How can we say it casually?

However, as a demon lord, he should disdain to lie about it, and at the moment, the look and tone of the Demon Lord do not seem to be deceiving.

"What?"

"Wulin myth?"

Compared with the shock of the Shaolin disciples, the demons who came to the door were completely flustered.

They planned to destroy the gate of Shaolin Temple in a fierce manner. Originally, they thought that there was a devil sitting in the gate and the victory was in their hands. Even if there was any accident, it led to the inside information left by a certain "arhat" in the past dynasties of Shaolin Temple...

but there was no problem in protecting them by the means of the devil.

But now?

Is there a "arhat" in Shaolin Temple?

How is that possible?

Although these disciples have great confidence in the devil, they don't think that the devil can beat a "arhat.".

The two are not on the same level at all.

"It's over."

"It's all over."

Countless disciples of the demon sect look desperate.

They had thought about running away, but as soon as they thought about it, they felt that they were imprisoned by a powerful force looming in all directions.

It seems that the whole Shaolin Temple is reduced to a certain "realm" of existence.

"Is he a Wulin myth?"

Kunkong, a demon disciple, felt that he had heard a big joke.

In his dying life, he traveled far to the West desert to find the devil and invite him out. He wanted to revive the devil's gate and take revenge on the nameless monk of Shaolin Temple.

As a result, you told me that the other side is a Wulin myth?

This is not revenge, this is death!!

Kunkong's mind suddenly flashed the scene five years ago when Su Qin was wearing a gray monk's robe and cleaning the helm of the demon sect.

At this moment, all kinds of desperation gathered in kunkong's heart and turned into a sentence:

"you are a Wulin myth, why bully the small with the big!"

...

in front of the main hall.

With a wave of Su Qin's hand, the original figure turned into a virtual shadow, and the black robed devil who retreated suddenly was directly imprisoned in the original place and could not move.

"You, who are you?"

The black robed devil looked pale and looked at Su Qin in a hoarse voice.

The so-called pressure of life and death, the so-called breakthrough, and the so-called fight have long been thrown away by the black robed devil.

Now, the only thought in the black robed devil's heart is how to keep his life.

As long as we live, there is hope.

"I'm just a floor sweeper in Shaolin Temple."

Su Qin thought for a while and said.

Su Qin never gave up sweeping the floor after 20 years in Shaolin Temple, which is obvious to all."Floor sweeper?"

The black robed devil was in a daze, and he didn't believe it.

The floor sweeper of Shaolin Temple?

Are you kidding?

Martial arts myth? How could he be a floor sweeper in Shaolin Temple?

Even a three-year-old child would scoff at this kind of saying, just like an emperor sitting on the world's wealth saying that he has no money.

"All right."

"You can die."

Su Qin suddenly lost interest. Originally, he wanted to try his own strength by the hand of the devil.

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

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The black robed devil suddenly felt the pressure he was under and almost crushed himself. He knew that Su Qin had no plan to bypass him.

"Break it for me!"

"Po Po Po!"

Even though the black robed Lord knew that his hope of survival was slim, he could not help struggling at the moment.

In a flash, the black robed demon master burned his transmuted internal power and body in a way of forbidding magic.

Suddenly, a breath of terror emerged from the black robed Lord.

This breath, even beyond the ordinary great consummation.

Suddenly, his strength got such a promotion, but the black robed devil didn't have the slightest joy on his face.

This time, he has completely burned his internal power and body. Even if he really survives, his strength is bound to plummet, or even fall out of the top.

But now, the black lord doesn't care.

However.

The next moment.

The terrible power of heaven and earth rolled down.

Click.

Click.

Almost instantaneously, all the bones of the devil were smashed.

"I didn't expect that I would kill countless people in my life, but in the end I would be killed by others."

The black lord murmured to himself.

His body has completely collapsed, leaving only the remains of "God".

However, the "God" of the black robed Lord is far less than that of the magic Buddha, and even his mind is not condensed. Once he loses his physical protection, he will quickly dissipate in the air without Su Qin's hands.

Sure enough.

Less than a moment.

The black robed devil was shocked, and his body collapsed completely.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was silent.

If we say that at the beginning, when the black robed demon lord roared out the four words "Wulin myth", people still have doubts.

So at this moment, when we see that the black robed Lord is such a top-notch product, even the resistance has not been achieved, and the direct ashes, there is no doubt in our hearts.

When the disciples of Shaolin Temple and the people in the magic gate were all immersed in the shocking scene.

Hearing that the abbot was full of tears, Hui trembled and said, "nine hundred years."

"After nine hundred years, we have finally come out of the Shaolin Temple with another arhat...

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