Sign In Buddha’s Palm

"what happened?"

Abbot Huiwen was full of doubts.

"This is... Old Blood Devourer?"

Abbot Huiwen approached the old blood-devouring demon, his expression slightly changed.

At this moment, the blood-devouring old demon had already changed his appearance, but the demon aura that radiated from his body became more intense.

Today, although there are some martial artists in the upper three realms, every one is famous, let alone a demon of the upper three realms?

Abbot Huiwen only thought for a moment, and determined his identity through the breath of the blood-devouring old demon.

"Magic Tower?"

"Old Blood Devourer..."

Abbot Huiwen guessed something vaguely.

Just when the Abbot Huiwen was thinking.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

at this time.

The heads of the hospital also hurriedly arrived.

"Abbot?"

"What happened here?"

"Why do I feel the breath of a demon martial artist?"

The head of the Arhat Academy swept his eyes and couldn't help asking.

The other heads of the hospital heard the words and immediately looked at Abbot Huiwen.

In their opinion, Abbot Huiwen rushed here first, he should know more than they knew.

"I am not much earlier than you."

"When I first came, the scene was already like this."

Abbot Huiwen gave a wry smile and said his guess.

"what?"

"Abbot, you mean, this corpse was the blood-chewing old demon?" The head of the Luohan Academy was slightly surprised.

"According to the information collected by Shaolin Temple, the blood-devouring old demon is only a third-rank demon, but the strength of this corpse during his lifetime is far more than that of the third-rank, at least the second-rank, and even the second-rank peak is not impossible."

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy said slowly.

The words came out.

Many heads of the court changed their colors.

What they care about is not whether this corpse is the pinnacle of Second Stage.

But if it is true, as the head of the Bodhidharma Academy said, the dignified second-tier pinnacle, why did he die here?

The heads of the hospital had already checked the wounds of the old blood-devouring demon, and the internal organs instantly shattered, and killing the old blood-devouring demon was obviously a fatal move.

Who is it that can instantly kill a second-tier pinnacle?

Moreover, the heads of the academy found a trace of deep fear in the expression remaining on the face of the blood-devouring old demon.

Obviously, the Old Blood Devourer was in an extremely desperate state before he died.

Can make a dignified second-rank pinnacle desperate, unable to even run away...

Many heads of the hospital felt cold.

"As for the strength of the Old Blood Devourer, I am afraid I know what's going on."

At this time, Abbot Huiwen walked out of the Demon Suppression Tower, and said in a deep voice: "The Old Blood Devourer should be disguised as the Demon Head of the Lower Three Realms, and was deliberately suppressed to the Demon Suppression Tower, and then took the opportunity to devour all the demon heads in the Tower. He’s vitality and strength are advancing by leaps and bounds..."

Abbot Huiwen spoke slowly.

The other heads kept nodding their heads after hearing the words.

Indeed, if you follow the statement of Abbot Huiwen? It can explain some things.

only......

The most important thing cannot make sense.

The head of the Arhat Academy asked: "Abbot, why did the Old Blood Devourer die here?"

"This......"

Abbot Huiwen was silent.

This is what he most wants to not understand.

With the strength of the blood-devouring old demon? Even if it is him, at most he can only hold it back, but if he wants to kill, especially instantly, it is impossible to do it.

"Is it possible? Is it the hand of the holy monk?"

The head of the Discipline Academy guessed.

Some time ago, the descendants of the Demon Buddha made a mess of the Shaolin Temple. It was because of that ancestor of the holy monk that Shaolin Temple survived the disaster.

At that time, everyone, including Abbot Huiwen, believed that there were ancestors of the saint monk level in Shaolin Temple secretly.

right now.

The blood-devouring old demon died in front of the Demon Suppressing Tower inexplicably, which made the commander of the Discipline Academy have this guess.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, I am afraid that only the ancestor of the holy monk has this strength.

"This is the only possibility."

Abbot Huiwen nodded slightly.

"Right? Even though these disciples passed out into a coma? But their lives are safe." Abbot Huiwen walked to Zhenzhi.

"Although the qi and blood have been swallowed up a bit? It hasn't hurt the root, and you can recover after a few months of cultivation."

Abbot Huiwen checked Zhenzhi's body? Nodded and said.

"Wake up yet!"

Abbot Huiwen pointed at Zhenzhi's eyebrows? He whispered.

Boom! ! !

As if the big copper and aluminum bell ringed in the mind of Zhenzhi.

The true wisdom, whose consciousness had fallen into darkness? Suddenly felt light coming.

"Abbot..."

Zhenzhi opened his eyes? Seeing Abbot Huiwen and many heads of the hospital? Subconsciously got up and saluted.

"Don't move."

"You are dying of energy and blood and need to recuperate."

Abbot Huiwen pressed Zhenzhi? and said.

"Junior brothers, are you okay?" Zhenzhi asked in a low voice.

"rest assured."

A smile appeared on Abbot Huiwen's face, "Was an ancestor of the holy monk shot? The blood-devouring old demon died on the spot, and none of the disciples were injured."

Abbot Huiwen's tone was full of respect.

That ancestor of the holy monk made several shots? He saved the Shaolin Temple before the descendants of the Demon Buddha, and now he killed the blood-devouring old demon. This kind of grace is enough to make Shaolin Temple cast a golden body for him and worship for thousands of times.

"Holy monk ancestor?"

Zhenzhi looked blank for a moment.

At the last moment when his consciousness fell into darkness, he did see someone coming.

Although Zhenzhi could only see a vague shadow at the time, judging from his slender figure, he should not be too old.

How could it be an ancestor?

However, even if Zhenzhi had such doubts, seeing the expressions of Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital, he could only feel that he was wrong.

"All right."

"Wait a few days later, you go to the Bodhi Temple and receive a blood enriching pill." Abbot Huiwen said.

Nourishing blood pill is a kind of pill for supplementing qi and blood.

True wisdom qi and blood are depleted, taking nourishing pills can greatly speed up the recovery.

"Thanks abbot."

Zhenzhi immediately grateful.

...

Just when Abbot Huiwen and the heads of the hospital secretly guessed who the ancestor of the holy monk was, Su Qin had already returned to the courtyard.

After the matter is gone, he will hide his merit and fame.

For the Shaolin Temple, Su Qin's several shots were tantamount to saving the lives of thousands of Shaolin disciples and preventing Shaolin Temple from being destroyed.

But in Su Qin's opinion, it was just a random shot, killing a few flies.

"On such a day, I can sign in, improve my strength, and be leisurely. That's what I want..."

Su Qin is in a good mood.

After a few hours.

When Shaolin Temple became quiet again, Su Qin slipped out of the handyman's yard and came to an empty hill.

The moon hangs high.

Sprinkle the moonlight that resembles a curtain.

Su Qin sat cross-legged, the Taiyin Body Refining technique slowly circulated, and the endless power of Taiyin poured into the body, blending into every flesh and blood.

"really....."

"The Taiyin body refining technique combined with the magical power of the King Kong is not bad, the combination of the power of the yin and the power of the yang, has a miraculous effect on the forging of the physical body!"

Su Qin opened his eyes and clearly felt the slowly ascending physical body, a trace of deepness flashed in his eyes.