Shaoshi Mountain, on the square in front of the Daxiong Hall.

   A crowd of people knelt down, among them were monks, Taoists, girls, old people, children...

   These people are people from all major forces. This time I came to watch the show. I want to see how the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Yuhua Divine Dynasty is resolved?

   But who would have thought that it would end like this?

   Thousands of people were crushed to kneel down, unable to move, the more they struggled, the more uncomfortable they felt.

   The extremely strong punches seemed like flames, burning them and making them very uncomfortable.

   This is a shocking picture.

   Beihai held a painting and suppressed Shaolin Temple, and even the group of people who came to Shaolin Temple to watch a show were suppressed.

   They are uncomfortable.

   I knew that I would not go to the theatre a long time ago. This is a complete disaster.

   The monks of Shaolin Temple are still struggling. They are very angry and regard this as a shame and shame.

   But as the very old monk spoke, the audience became quiet.

   The abbot of Shaolin Temple turned his head in disbelief, his eyes were bloodshot, staring at the old monk, and asked aloud: "What did you just say?"

  The old monk said with difficulty: "I said this power is...the **** of the world!"

   "Impossible!" The abbot categorically denied. He shook his head frantically. Although he was still kneeling, his face was panicked.

   "Since the fall of the human gods 1,500 years ago, there have been no human gods ever since. This power is very powerful, but it is absolutely impossible to be a human god!" The abbot gave himself an excuse, it cannot be a human god.

   If it is a **** in the world, then Shaolin Temple is really going to be a complete defeat and can no longer resist.

   Shaolin Temple has accumulated countless temples for hundreds of years, huge believers, countless treasures, these things will be taken away.

   Therefore, it cannot be a **** on earth!

   However, this thing has not been transferred by his will.

   The words of the old monk shocked everyone in the audience.

   includes Beihai.

   He was surprised and delighted, holding the painting in his hand, his whole body trembling.

  Excited!

   He has only one feeling now.

   Gods in the world!

   That mysterious predecessor has stepped into the realm of the gods in the world, it is incredible.

   "It's no wonder that Emperor Ming is so confident and let me and Cangshan go down to the south of the Yangtze River." The excited Beihai began to admire Emperor Ming Lin Tianyuan.

   Compared with Beihai’s excitement, everyone else is afraid, trembling, shocked, unbelievable and so on.

   These emotions are surging in everyone's hearts, with mixed flavors.

   "In this world, there will be no human gods..." Someone lost his voice, their expressions were envious and frightened.

   They also broke through the martial sage because of a rain, and they were complacent, thinking that they were already at the pinnacle of spiritual practice.

   are all martial sages after all.

   You are the second level, third level, fourth level of Martial Saint, so what?

   Still Wu Sheng.

   I am also a martial artist.

   If you are on the top of the practitioner, it means that I am also on the top.

   But now, a painting is unfolding, and the huge momentum, terrible boxing technique, and fierce coercion directly crush them.

   Even if it is Martial Saint, under this momentum, he has to kneel down.

   Martial Saint, is no longer the pinnacle of the world.

   In this world, a **** was born.

   The old monk coughed and stammered: "The paper used for this painting is very simple, the ink used is also very simple, and the painting is very random, all of which add up to nothing..."

   "But, this painting is painted by a human god, it contains his aura and a ray of his spiritual consciousness, we can't resist it."

   "It is recorded in the scriptures that the gods in the world are horrible existences that have destroyed the flesh and the existence of divine minds." The old monk desperately said.

   His words caused the Abbot of Shaolin Temple to close his eyes in despair.

  The others believed it at this moment.

   There is a **** in this world.

   still became a **** in this world.

   "It's no wonder that the Emperor of the Feathered God Dynasty dared to attack Buddhism."

   "The Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple have encountered a catastrophe this time."

   "Yes, this is a terrible catastrophe. Fortunately, this human **** didn't have much killing intent. Otherwise, the blood will flow into a river in front of the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple."

   "Let's kneel, kneel to a human god, and don't suffer."

   "Yes, I thought that after a rain, the human court is no longer enough to prove it, but now it seems that it is still as usual and will be ruled."

   "The Shaolin Temple's disaster this time depends on how the abbot handles it."

   The abbot of Shaolin Temple heard this comment.

   He looked in a daze, and a dying old monk appeared in front of him.

   Holy Buddha!

   Before he died, he said that there was a disaster in Shaolin Temple and told them not to...

   "Don't..." The abbot of Shaolin Temple smiled bitterly.

   This sentence is no, they understand that don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid...

   But in reality, don’t resist.

   "Holy Buddha, I just understand now." The abbot of Shaolin Temple sighed, and he raised his head to look at Beihai.

   Then slowly raised the imperial decree in his hand and said loudly: "I, Shaolin, please follow my emperor's imperial decree!"

   The people around were quiet, watching silently.

   They knew that the abbot still surrendered.

   He was scared.

   He did not dare to oppose the Yuhua God, and he did not dare to bear the wrath of the human gods from the Yuhua God.

   The monks of Shaolin Temple have also seen the facts clearly, and the end of the stubborn resistance of the defeat must be very miserable.

   Fortunately, Yuhua Shen Dynasty left them this Shaoshi Mountain.

   Beihai looked at the abbot who respectfully surrendered and held the imperial decree with both hands, and put the painting together with satisfaction.

   The pressure suddenly disappeared invisible.

   Countless people relieved their pressure, gasped for breath, and got up tremblingly.

   The scene just now seemed to be a dream.

   But when I touched my back, I was drenched in cold sweat, and everyone seemed to be caught out of the water.

   glanced at each other, only a wry smile and shock.

   The gods in the world are terrifying.

   This is just a picture drawn by the gods of the world, without any attack, without killing intent, it almost killed them.

   I really saw the gods on earth~www.ltnovel.com~ They might die on the spot.

Beihai collected the folded painting, and then said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple: "Within three months, all temples other than Che Shaoshi Mountain were demolished, and millions of monks all returned to vulgarity. Buddhism is not a place to hide dirt and grime. It is a heinous crime. People, **** the government, without delay."

   The abbot of Shaolin Temple couldn't be arrogant again this time, he bowed slightly and trembled: "Poor monk... I know!"

   When he said this, his heart hurts so much.

   "But a large part of it belongs to the Hanging Temple, and we don't have the right to dismantle it." The abbot sighed and explained.

   "Don't worry, the current Xuankong Temple should be exactly the same as here." Beihai couldn't help laughing when he remembered that Cangshan was holding another painting in his hand.

   The abbot and others shuddered when they thought of the terrible scene just now.

   They never want to experience this feeling again.

  ……

   Hanging Temple!

   The original lively Hanging Temple.

   The arrogant and domineering Hanging Temple.

  The uninhabited hanging temple.

   Now everyone is kneeling on the ground, breathing trembling.

   Cangshan opened the painting, and a rural scene appeared around it.

   Green grass, rivers, trees, distant mountains, squinting eyes, villages...

   These are all vividly appeared in front of everyone.

   Quiet and far away.

   But only the green grass, swaying, exudes a terrible sword aura.

   A sword gas crushed the head teacher of Xuankong Temple.

   "Do you accept the decree?" Cangshan took out the imperial decree and looked at the head teacher of Xuankong Temple excitedly.

   At this moment, the head teacher of the Xuankong Temple with a gray face, kneeled on the ground, and said bitterly: "Poor monk, take the order!"

   Where can he think that there are gods in the world!

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