At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, Shaolin disciples formed an Arhat formation to guard the road up the mountain.

In the Shaolin Temple, there are also storms and undercurrents.

The level of danger is far worse than at the foot of the mountain.

The sound that sounded like a god or a demon also alarmed several people who were confronting each other in the temple.

In front of the main hall of the temple.

The old monk Kongji, with his white beard fluttering, was facing off against a long-bearded middle-aged man wearing a purple satin dragon robe.

This person is Xiong Ba who was severely injured by Chen Yi's move.

At some unknown time, he sneaked into the Shaolin Temple, but was stopped by the old monk in front of him.

Xiong Ba had known that Shaolin was not simple, but he didn't expect that he would be discovered just after sneaking into the temple.

He didn't even see the face of the young monk who had defeated him miserably, so he couldn't make any progress.

Not far away, the Twelve Evils of Tianchi who came with him were also blocked by others.

And the one who blocked them turned out to be a young monk who looked to be only seven or eight years old!

A child of seven or eight years old, faced with twelve strange and ferocious monsters, actually the twelve monsters were vaguely afraid of the child.

Suddenly they heard a sound that made the earth shake, and both parties stopped in shock or fear.

Behind the Main Hall, halfway up the mountain, in front of the Thousand Buddhas Hall, an old monk with a white beard and white eyebrows, who seemed to be older than Kong Ji, had blood at the corners of his mouth. His robes were in tatters on his chest, revealing several hideous blood marks that penetrated deep into his bones and blood.

There was still a calm and peaceful smile on his face.

Opposite the old monk was a tall weirdo.

His white hair was fluttering out, and his breath was cold and biting, as if he was crazy.

The weirdest thing is that his right hand and the right half of his face are as if they were carved out of ice. On his right face like an ice sculpture, a blood pupil flashes with a strange and ferocious blood light.

The old monk, with hideous scars all over his body, smiled kindly and said: "Donor, Shaolin is a pure place of Buddhism. You cannot desecrate it at will. Please retreat."

The white-haired weirdo's crampon loomed with blood, and he was extremely furious.

I thought that no one in this world could be my opponent except the old and immortal Emperor Shakti.

Unexpectedly, he was finally released from the Nine Layers of Ice Prison by Emperor Shitian and sent here. He met an old monk and was able to fight with him on a par.

He seemed to be fine, but in fact, he had been seriously injured by the old monk just now with a claw and a finger.

The sudden sound made him even more frightened and angry.

The owner of this voice may not even be able to reach Emperor Shitian.

There are actually so many people in the world who are not weaker than him, or even much stronger than him. With his arrogance and arrogance, how can he not be angry?

At the foot of a hill not far from Tallinn on the west side, Po Jun, who was holding a double-edged sword, reluctantly had to fight with a woman wearing a strange mask.

This woman's martial arts skills were so high and so weird that even he didn't dare to be distracted in the slightest.

The sound coming from the bottom of the mountain forced both of them to stop and listen to the sound in surprise.

"Amitabha"

A Buddha's name suddenly sounded, as plain as the voice of a god or a demon, but full of peace.

There were faintly accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, which not only dissipated the terrifying pressure brought by the sound in an understatement, but also restored calm to the trembling mountains and ground beneath my feet.

It also calmed down the fighting spirit and murderous intention in everyone's hearts.

Whether it was the alliance of eight sects at the foot of the mountain, the Xiong Ba and others in the temple, the white-haired weirdo, or the masked woman, they all felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility.

This frightened them even more than the god-like voice they heard just now.

"Donor, you are here after all."

Facing the wall and under the peak, Chen Yi opened and closed his lips and teeth, and his voice came out far away.

He looked back at the aging monk Zhan Yin, who was becoming more and more rickety. "Uncle Master, let me take part in this battle. You have old arms and legs, so don't show off your strength."

"well"

Old monk Zhan Yin shook his head laboriously: "Go ahead, don't think that if you waste time you can be lazy. I have taught you the Marrow Cleansing Sutra for ten years. How come you still can't practice it? You are really stupid."

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Chen Yi was too lazy to meet the old man, so he took a step forward and the man disappeared.

The people of the Eight Factions Alliance at the foot of the mountain went from being full of murderous intent to being dull, to being awakened, and then fell into peace again. The whole process was like puppets whose minds were controlled by others.

Just as they were panicking, many people suddenly had their eyes dazzled and saw someone appearing out of thin air among the crowd.

This person has long hair slicked back, is wearing a blue robe, has an ordinary appearance, and looks to be no more than middle-aged.

Just standing there quietly, it makes people feel that what they see in front of them is not a person, but a big mountain and a deep sea.

"It turns out that the real supporter of Shaolin, a lost dog, is you."

The middle-aged man in blue robe suddenly spoke, his voice indifferent, without any fluctuation.

Everyone around him was stunned. Who was he talking to?

But when he heard a chuckle, he suddenly realized that before the group of Shaolin monks, there had been a young monk with bald eyebrows.

However, he has an extremely handsome appearance and is dressed in a snow-white cassock, which makes him look refined and refined.

No one knew how he appeared, it was as if he was standing there.

"Uncle!"

Duan Lang in the crowd had a happy face and ran over in a few steps.

"Kill Shaolin first, then destroy Wudang?"

Chen Yi nodded and didn't say much to him. He looked at the middle-aged man in blue robe with a smile on his face: "Young monk seems to have heard this before, but that man lost his wife and soldiers in the end, but it's nothing."

Good ending."

As he spoke, he glanced over and saw more than ten Shaolin disciples lying on the ground, and sighed slightly in his heart.

If it hadn't been for him, although these people were suffering, they would not have worshiped in Shaolin, nor would they have died here. They could be considered dead because of him.

I only hope that one day when I become a Buddha and become an ancestor, I can save them from reincarnation and repay this karma.

"I would also like to thank all my colleagues in Wudang for your help. Please thank Taoist Master Qingxu on behalf of the young monk."

"Master Sanzang, you're welcome. It's not convenient for my master to come out, so I can only ask Xiaodao to lead his disciples to help. Please don't be offended."

The group of Taoist priests who had just suddenly attacked also gathered next to the Shaolin disciples, staring at the blue-robed middle-aged man with an unkind expression.

"No wonder, no wonder"

Shaolin and Wudang are both leaders in martial arts.

Since Shaolin exists, Wudang cannot exist without it. Otherwise, even if Shaolin rises in the future, its goals will be too big and too independent.

If everything is too exhausted, it will inevitably end prematurely.

So from the beginning, Chen Yi had the idea of ​​bringing Wudang in.

Wudang and Shaolin are in the same category as the Twelve, so naturally they will not die out.

Although he was still the unlucky guy who got robbed, if it weren't for him, Shaolin would be even worse than Wudang.

It's a pity that the old Taoist Qingxu refused to come out, otherwise he would have been more sure.

The middle-aged man in blue robe still looked indifferent and his tone was indifferent. Chen Yi's words had no impact on him at all: "Where is the old monk Zhan Yin? Is it possible that he really plans to let you, a yellow-haired kid, deal with me?"

"Enough, enough,"

Chen Yi slowly took two steps forward, his smile still on his face: "The boss of Xuanhua Hao in Japan, or I should call you the little monk."

"Smiling proudly"

"Um?"

For the first time, there was a trace of human expression on the face of the middle-aged man in blue robe.

But this fluctuation made the people around him feel what it meant to be afraid.

Just a hint of emotional fluctuation made everyone suddenly feel a tremble in their hearts, causing them to feel a deep fear inexplicably.

Looking around, no matter whether it was people or objects, plants, trees, bamboos or rocks, they all seemed to have turned into terrifying monsters, staring covetously at me, as if they would pounce and bite them at any time.

Chen Yi glanced around and saw the strangeness in everyone's eyes.

He has been searching for this person's existence ten years ago.

From the description of this man's martial arts by the old monk Zhan Yin, as well as the investigation by King Nie and Baixiao Villa, Chen Yicai thought of the "big master" he knew.

But until now, due to the reaction of the middle-aged man in blue robe and the methods he showed, Chen Yi was completely sure of his identity. He was the big boss he had guessed. He should be regarded as one of the most powerful and mysterious people in the world.

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As he thought, he picked up two fingers and flicked them towards the void.

Ripples rippled in the void, the sound was like a drum or thunder.

"Don't do any evil, practice good deeds, and purify your mind. This is Buddhism."

"Amitabha!"

Everyone's consciousness became clear and they were stunned for a while. Many people reacted and looked at the middle-aged man as if they were seeing an evil ghost.

Chen Yi smiled and said: "The young monk has heard about the Ten Thousand Dao Senluo for a long time. Now that he sees it, it is indeed extraordinary, but the donor does not need to show off like this."

The middle-aged man in blue robe interrupted before he could finish his words: "Who are you?"

Chen Yi swung his robe sleeves and restrained his smile: "It's useless to talk too much, and you will be proud of the world with a smile."

"For your own personal grudges and desires, you have devoted yourself to promoting the great catastrophe of the ages, and you have created countless evil karma. Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple was almost destroyed by your hands, and how many people died in vain at your hands."
Chapter completed!