From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 305 The World Is Like Prison

Amidst the majestic and vast Sanskrit sounds, a figure drifted over.

Boom!

A huge glazed Buddha's palm fell from the sky, and the aura of rigidity and strength permeated the air.

A golden Buddha's palm exudes brilliant light.

It was obviously just a casual blow, but in the eyes of the young monk, it looked like a real Foshan, suddenly falling on the top of the lush forest in front of him.

Bang!
In just a split second, under the Kongshan Temple, the huge mountain was cracking.

Thick cracks crisscrossed left and right, and the ground was lifted by the strong wind. Under the light of Buddha, many evil ghost monks with indigo complexions were vaporized.

"So strong!"

The air waves rolled and slapped on the body.

The young and chubby little monk Xinhai was thrown out and rolled twice on the ground.

Looking up, this is what he saw.

After being enchanted, the monks in Kongshan Temple became more powerful.

For example, his junior brother, who obviously hasn't started formal practice yet and is only building a foundation, can suddenly burst out at such an astonishing speed that he can forcefully catch a Mahamudra without dying.

This is true of ordinary children.

Those old monks who have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years and have a profound background are so high that it is unimaginable.

But even so…

A large group of people were directly crushed into pieces, and only some monks such as the presiding officer and the elder of the precepts avoided the first time, barely surviving from the huge Buddha's palm.

"kill!"

"Roar!"

The sudden change shocked everyone.

The old monks who had fallen into the devil's way became angry, as if they lost their minds and turned into wild beasts.

The originally skinny body began to swell and agitate rapidly. Amidst the endless sounds of "stabbing", the wide cassock was burst open alive, and the indigo muscle curves with metallic luster were connected into one piece in the blink of an eye.

Dozens of muscular monsters with a height of three to five meters have blue faces and fangs, and their eyes are blood red.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

In the rapid explosion sound like firecrackers.

Cloud rings continued to explode on the ground, and the monks broke the sound barrier, increasing their speed to the point where they were almost invisible to the naked eye, and rushed towards Jiang Zirou in the air frantically.

Such a scene is simply like a pack of wolves preying on their prey.

The ferocious aura is overwhelming, making people shudder.

"Be careful!" The little monk Xinhai hurriedly shouted.

call out!
At this time, there was also the sound of whistling wind behind him, carrying a hint of coolness.

In Fuzhi's mind, the little monk rolled forward, and dodged the attack in a panic. He missed a single hit, and looked for an opportunity to turn around and look.

However, he saw that his master's eyes were blood red, and at some point, his fingers had turned into blood red claws.

"No!"

"Help me...Master, if you continue like this, I will tell you the news about your crush on Master Jingyun of the Golden Lotus Sect!"

The claw shadows merged into one piece, like a raging storm.

The little monk held his head in his hands, and ran away in embarrassment, while yelling loudly, trying to awaken the nature of the master.

Good thing…

At this time, Jiang Zirou was the primary target of many strong men in Kongshan Temple, and there was no time for him.

The little monk Xinhai seems to be in danger here, but his life will not be in danger for a while.

And in the air not far away.

In the face of a large group of monsters with muscles like twisted roots of old trees, Jiang Zirou was not afraid.

"One sword crosses the sky and everything is empty..."

The golden Yuan Shen Dao sword was sharper, accompanied by a long cry.

The sword light surged, and the silver-white light covered the sky and the earth, like a galaxy falling straight down nine days.

Kongshan Temple is not too well-known in overseas martial arts circles, and its overall strength can only be regarded as a mid-level one.

But even so, in this ancient temple, there are still five elders who are in the realm of false gods.

They fell into the magic way, infected by the dark source.

The strength has become stronger, especially the physical body, which is harder than the god iron, and its vitality is as strong as a demon.

After being completely liberated at this moment, these big demons jumped up from the ground, and the black clouds of smoke billowed from their bodies, roaring and spreading in all directions.

But after that silver-white sword light flashed by.

The sky and the earth were clear, and all the abnormalities disappeared. Those powerful magic Buddhas exploded in the air one after another like blood-colored fireworks.

"It turned out to be a female Bodhisattva..."

The white sword light flashed across the top of the head, and the young monk looked up, and saw his uncles and uncles turned into balls of fire, turned into ashes, and disappeared from the sky.

He was a little sad, his eyes were red, and he felt like crying.

Because these people in front of him have been with him day and night for more than ten years, but now their spirits and spirits have disappeared, and they will never be seen again.

Of course, in his heart, it was more about relief and relaxation.

"Uncles and uncles have been going through hardships and hardships all their lives. For them, it is better to get rid of everything and be completely liberated than to become such a half-lifeless appearance."

The little monk thought to himself.

But then, another fierce wave of air came from behind.

The master of the little monk Xinhai came to kill him again.

It can be seen that with the passage of time, part of the skin on the surface of his body has begun to turn blue, the pores have become thicker, and black hairs protrude from them.

"ah!"

Seeing this, the little monk was very anxious.

On the one hand, after the situation deteriorated, the old monk became more ferocious, like a hungry tiger that preyed on him, with an astonishing evil spirit, and bloody flames burned faintly in the dark eye sockets.

Makes the scalp tingling.

On the other hand, the little monk was also worried.

If this situation continues, I'm afraid it won't take long before my master will become the same as my master and uncle.

Never regained sanity.

Roar!
The thin old monk's muscles gradually bulged, and his teeth became sharp and pale.

Slowly bowing his waist, let out a roar from his hoarse throat, jumped up, and rushed towards the little monk with a gust of wind.

boom!
in midair.

Another golden sword energy flashed past, and then exploded. The golden haze billowed, and the air waves burst out, and the old monk's body was directly blown away.

They were heavily embedded in the city wall, their limbs twisted irregularly, and thick cracks spread across the outer wall of the temple.

"Master!"

The little monk exclaimed, and then saw a beautiful figure appearing in front of him.

Jiang Zirou's white clothes are like snow, her hair is black and bright, her skin is shining with silvery white luster, her complexion is peaceful, her eyes are like autumn water, and she has an extraordinary aura in her whole body.

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed the little monk's shoulder all at once.

"careful!"

"ah!"

The little monk was startled, and was held back by Jiang Zirou.

What a beautiful female Bodhisattva... The little monk Xinhai was pulled by Jiang Zirou, turned his head to look, and was stunned.

Then his cheeks were slightly red, and he hurriedly clasped his hands together.

After saying the Buddha's name, he said anxiously, "Sister, please find a way to save my master!"

"What happened here..."

Jiang Zirou asked, while walking slowly towards the old monk who was sealed in the city wall.

In the crystal clear pupils, bloody runes flickered, and she was using double pupils to constantly observe her surroundings.

Enter the Hundred Buddha Realm.

Along the way, up to now, similar monsters are not rare.

But it was the first time that so many appeared at once, and so densely. Jiang Zirou vaguely felt that what happened here might have something to do with Shaolin Temple.

"I don't know. I was in retreat to study Buddhism, and after I went out, I found that the Buddhist temple has become like this."

"Master still had some wisdom at the beginning, but now..."

The little monk suppressed his grief and opened his mouth to explain.

Obviously, this young monk knew very little, but the old monk who was just beaten by Jiang Zirou may know some secrets about the truth of the matter.

With slightly dignified eyes, the two had come to the side of the old monk.

The old monk's limbs twisted and he struggled continuously. It only took a few short breaths. The serious injury just now had almost recovered.

"Master..."

Seeing Master, who is usually kind and kind, now has such a vicious look.

The young monk's complexion was slightly pale, and he couldn't help but slow down a little. He fell behind Jiang Zirou and looked at him hesitantly.

"Fortunately... my mind is still clear."

Dark source quality is also a kind of source quality.

However, even Nether would not dare to absorb too much of this polluted source quality, which would greatly increase the risk of becoming a real beast out of control.

Jiang Zirou's incarnation bears the imprint of the Dao of Heaven, and he is not very picky about the source quality, and will not refuse anyone who comes.

She squeezed the formula, and slowly opened her fingers. A lavender rune flew out of her palm, and then lit up. In an instant, a waterfall of black source quality was pulled out of the old monk's body, and was sucked away by Jiang Zirou.

The pollution disappeared, and the old monk's sanity gradually recovered.

There was no longer burning blood in the black and bloody eye sockets. Seeing this, the little monk heaved a sigh of relief, and then cried loudly with a "wow".

Come to think of it.

This little guy is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Since I was a child, I have never left the mountain gate. Now that I have encountered such a disaster suddenly, it is quite rare to be able to persist until now.

After all, not everyone has Jiang Zirou's talent and temperament.

The originally swollen muscles of the old monk slowly contracted after the essence was taken away, and then fell off from the cracked wall.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand and was seriously injured, and he didn't know whether his eyes were gouged out alive by himself or someone else. It looked bloody and terrifying.

But he didn't seem to feel that kind of pain.

First, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the little monk's head, and then looked in Jiang Zirou's direction.

Although both eyes are blind, the warrior's powerful intuition can replace vision, and it does not affect communication with other people.

"Thank you for saving my life, girl."

The old monk bowed meticulously, and then introduced himself, "The poor monk is the elder of Kongshan Temple, whose Buddha name is Kuyan."

The night wind blew past, and the empty Buddhist temple was shrouded in shadow.

The big clock of the magic weapon on the tall pavilion is still ringing, making a long and long chime.

The old monk was blind, but he could still feel the rushing heat generated by the flow of the vast vitality through his sense of touch.

He was very surprised.

He, who has experienced it himself, knows exactly how serious the evil disaster and cholera are.

only…

I never thought that such a serious disaster would be put down so easily.

What was even more unbelievable was that he, who was clearly polluted, was dragged back from that strange state abruptly.

What is the origin of this person... The old monk's face became more and more respectful, and his heart was full of thoughts.

"Master Ku Yan."

Jiang Zirou looked solemn, nodded, and then asked, "What happened here, and why did it become like this?"

"It's because of the seal..."

The old monk had a bitter face, and then stated the ins and outs of what he had learned,
"The Town Demon Cave in Shaolin Temple has been filled, and the armies from the overseas martial arts world and the nether world have been constantly at odds.

Therefore, some ghosts, monsters, and real beasts that were suppressed were scattered in other temples, suppressed through formations, and dealt with after the hidden dangers in Shaolin Temple came into contact. "

"And then what?"

The strength of Kongshan Temple is not strong, but it is not weak either.

Even if it encounters a general evil disaster, hundreds of eminent monks can resist it for a period of time, not to mention the sealed monsters and so on.

"Yesterday, the monks of Shaolin Temple sent the sealed real beasts. Those real beasts were sealed in a box-like magic weapon. The presiding brother and others attached great importance to this matter. In the temple, only five All the elders in the False God Realm go to protect the law..."

"It's just, I didn't expect it!"

Speaking of this, the muscles on the old monk's face twisted, looking very painful.

His palms were hard, his teeth creaked, and then he sighed heavily,
"At that time, I also went there, but compared with the senior brothers, my cultivation base is low, so I escaped a catastrophe."

"What's in that box is not a sealed ghost, but a curse, a poison that makes people fall..."

The old monk said slowly,
"First the senior brother, then the elders of discipline, and then the heads of the school... They were almost polluted in a short moment, lost their minds and turned into the monsters they saw before."

"I immediately gouged out my eyes and left quickly, wanting to inform everyone.

Just didn't expect it.

When I returned to the temple, Kongshan Temple, hundreds of monks, had all been polluted, and the curse on my body broke out, so I had no choice but to hide temporarily..."

while he was speaking.

Jiang Zirou kept looking at him with double pupils. After listening, he compared it with the information he had learned.

In contrast, she did not find any inconsistencies.

The credibility of these words is very high, but, "You mean to say that those monks in Shaolin Temple have problems..."

Jiang Zirou asked softly.

"This…"

The old monk hesitated, "I can't say for sure."

He hesitated and said, "Those monks at that time may not have come from Shaolin Temple, they may have been ghosts in disguise."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, his face became extremely serious, and he said word by word,

"Of course, the worst outcome is that Shaolin Temple has fallen and completely become the stronghold of demons!"

　Today is a bit of a calvin... Thanks to the milk cat CC for the [-] point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)