Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 149
"Sapoha, Mapoli wins Kara Ye, Sa Poha, Namoha Na Duo La Yeye..."

While chanting the scriptures, the dead master radiated his own perception along with his skills, and he has captured the approximate number of enemies who have shot.

At present, there are [-] people who have taken action, and they are all first-class masters. Some of them have an aura of arrogance, insolence, cunning, and quite distinctive. They seem to have been famous in the evil way for a long time.

It's a pity that there are more than 14 monks in Shaolin, but the number of first-class masters is only [-].

The deceased master meditated in his heart.

More than half a month ago, the old head of Weizhou Tiandu Dojo posted a post, saying that on the [-]th birthday, there will be a golden basin handwashing meeting. Junior brother Pingshi, as a first-class master, led twelve disciples to attend the meeting on behalf of Shaolin.

Two juniors, Pingkong and Pinghu, and three nephews, Shengxuan, Shengde, and Shengchen, were invited by the White Horse Temple in Luoyang three months ago to go to Dunhuang to retrieve a batch of scriptures. It will take about a month to come back.

If these people are here tonight, and then lead all the disciples to form a formation to help, not only can they be as stable as Mount Tai, but maybe they can take the opportunity to take down some evil spirits and heretics.

When counting the number of people, the deceased master did not count himself and Gu Lanxiang.

Gu Lanxiang is not counted because of the anger energy in her body.

In the eyes of the past master, Gu Lanxiang is too innocent to know how sinister his intentions are to be able to practice such vicious evil skills, and to forcefully empower a young girl with a chivalrous heart.

But no matter what, having such magic power in one's body is always a big worry.If after she made a move, she would encounter some unforeseen changes and go completely mad, the trouble would only be even greater.

As for why he is not counted as the master of the past, he is well aware that these people dare to invade Shaolin, and they must have the means to deal with him as a master. For example, the strange flying horse just now is obviously hidden in the dark hands, never showed up.

Although there are many thoughts in my heart, many thoughts come and go, but only in the blink of an eye.

The dead master had just thought of this, and he already felt a strange breath, quickly attacking his side.

He flicked his left hand to the side, and the wide sleeve was swept out like an iron plate, just hitting a fist that pierced the air.

Boom! ! !
There was a muffled sound that shook the dust.

The figure of the punching person paused slightly, revealing his true face.

Sun Ling's face doesn't look too old, but he has thick eyebrows and wide mouth, muscles all over his body are swollen, and his bunt with rough fabric is wrapped in this tyrannical muscle structure to make it obvious.

Especially when his fingers were clenched into fists, his shoulders were slightly shrugged, and his trapezius muscles were so developed that even his neck was covered by the bulging muscles on both sides.

Such a body shape can directly bring a fierce texture that overwhelms other weak human beings from the source.

"Old bald man, think about it, keep thinking about it, keep talking, why don't you try to block my fist with your mouth!!"

The young and energetic reincarnation showed an arrogant smile and raised his fist.

There was a loud cracking sound in the air.

The masonry ground was cut into straight cracks by this moving figure.

Others are like grass, but I am like iron, others are like nails, and I am like a hammer, other people's muscles and bones are like dry paper, but I am the only one who is full of knives! !
This is the self-confidence that practitioners of "Nandou Shengquan" must cultivate.

Sun Ling took this burning confidence that was so overflowing that it was about to emanate from every pore, and he slashed towards the master of the past.

His fist is the tip of a knife that is hot and smoking.

The body of the deceased master was slightly turned to one side, and with a seemingly slow and leisurely movement, he avoided the extremely fast jab very unreasonably.

The moment Sun Ling passed by, Sun Ling's body twisted, and a small part of the stone brick under his feet was directly ground into powder, spinning and flying away.The fingers that had been clenched into a fist suddenly flicked outwards, rubbing the palm like a knife, turned around and slashed again.

The air in front of the deceased master was cut into white traces visible to the naked eye, vertically and horizontally inclined, messy and intertwined, stepping back step by step, and praised: "Good boxing!!"

"Although the moves are simple, the moves in the boxing are unheard of and never seen before. While being domineering, they are also upright. Its strength is not inferior to that of the old monk's Great Vajra Fist."

"Little benefactor, it is so rare for you to have such boxing attainments at such a young age. I don't know why you want to get involved with these evil monsters?"

Sun Ling's voice was wild: "Difficulties? Don't get me wrong, I am not on the side with them. Among the group of people who are going to destroy your Shaolin Temple today, I am the leader and the leader."

"Shaolin Temple, as long as it exists, it must be beaten if it is not destroyed. This is the will of the universe in the dark!!"

While speaking, Sun Ling's aura became more and more powerful. He also found that his basic moves really couldn't bring any pressure to the old monk opposite, so he suddenly withdrew the knife in his hand.

Hide your hands at your waist, tap your toes to the ground, and turn your waist and hips backwards.

Southern Dou Shengquan Mysteries Thousand-headed Dragon Strike!

The movements of Sun Ling's whole body changed, and the center of gravity moved forward, as if the whole person suddenly became a poisonous dragon that woke up from the state of entrenched and clawed back, and swooped away.

And this poisonous dragon has thousands of dragon heads that can bite the body, break the bones, and take away the flesh and blood.

In an instant, Sun Ling's arms seemed to be elongated, and countless afterimages burst out, filling the air. Every gesture was slightly different, such as grasping or chopping, fisting or palming, or pounding or spines.

These wonderful gestures compress the surrounding air and turn it into a bitter wind, and because of the circulation of the wind, in the moment of punching, there is a huge suction force, forming a force that will make the reborn master avoid nothing. It can be avoided, a life-threatening absolute realm that is devoured and shattered in one bite.

Faced with such a profound art of boxing, the dead master really couldn't maintain the previous posture of retreating leisurely.

His cassock, sleeves, even his eyebrows and earlobes were pulled forward by the strong wind, and his slightly raised field of vision was filled with afterimages of countless gestures blasted madly.

When the fist fell, the abbot of Shaolin tiptoed his feet wearing gray and black monk shoes, as if he was finally going to go with the wind.

boom -

In front of the Daxiong Palace, the bricks and stones in the center of the square were scattered and cracked, and a large cloud of yellow smoke and dust exploded.

Then, an earth dragon-like dust wave rushed out from the smoke to the west.

Sun Ling's eyes were blank, and he was in a daze caused by an extreme gap. He felt that his punch had failed, and a huge force hit his chest.

This force pressed him, knocked him to the ground, crushed those bricks and rocks tightly, and the momentum still persisted, pushed his body to slide out from the cracked bottom of the pit, and smashed an unknown number of bricks and rocks , plowed a long gully, bringing up a wave of dust.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The master of the dead waved his sleeves to push away the smoke and dust, looked down, his brows were big and his ears were big, but his eyes shone with a captivating light.

He still had one foot on Sun Ling's chest.

"Since there is no reason, let's save the politeness. Where is the person who released the horses just now? Where is the real leader of your night attack on Shaolin?"

Sun Ling didn't react until this time, startled and angry: "You... vomit!"

As soon as he uttered a word, the foot that was pressing on his chest increased a little. The terrifying oppressive feeling was like a mountain that was slowly falling down, crushing his proud physique. severe deformation.

Between the five viscera of the chest, it seemed that even the pain was suppressed by this formidable force, and it couldn't reach the brain, but there was a bloody smell pouring into the throat, bringing a more terrifying feeling than simple pain.

The deceased abbot said: "I have been kind to people for a long time, but after all, I am in Buddhism, and I have to learn the Buddhist scriptures and meanings of the eighteen hells. If the donor refuses to reveal the truth, I am afraid that he will sink into hell. "

Sun Ling was bleeding profusely from his mouth, raised his eyebrows and glared, and showed a sinister smile on his teeth: "Then have you ever heard that the Tathagata Buddha is also afraid of the scorpion spirit?"

The deceased master's eyebrows suddenly moved, and he spit out his feet, and his figure flashed away.

With a loud bang, Sun Ling's body sank more than two feet under the pressure of that force, the dust swung away, the earth and rocks at the edge were squeezed and bulged, and the surrounding broken bricks were turned over one by one.

With Sun Ling's body as the center, this depression with a diameter of more than ten meters is like a huge broken lotus.

The person inlaid in the center moved abruptly, broke free from the broken bricks and rocks stiffly, and stood up abruptly.

The deceased master's eyebrows trembled, showing an expression like he had seen a ghost, and his feet on the ground were already missing a shoe.

A long tail poked out from behind Sun Ling's waist. It was jet-black and shiny, with a full and sharp tip, like an enlarged scorpion tail.

There is also a monk shoe pierced on the tip of the tail.

A big hole was blown out of his heart when the dead master retreated forcefully just now. His heart should have been shattered, and he could see the scene behind him through that hole, but at this time, dense white bones criss-crossed at the wound very quickly. seal.

This boxer, who was already full of muscles, swelled a bit again, his feet became thick and rough, his toes pierced his shoes, and his upper body experienced drastic changes at the bone level. The spine and ribs were all undergoing violent changes. Twisted forks proliferate.

Compared with the human bone structure, his current body shape is full of deformed and majestic beauty, and two strong arms protrude from the ribs on both sides.

The demon with the six-armed scorpion tail, from the neck to the sides of the face, is also covered with carapace-like substances, and his eyes have turned into completely golden vertical pupils.

"Amitabha!!!"

The master of the past life looked at the person in front of him, the change that happened in an instant, and couldn't help sighing, "Could it be that there are really monsters in the world?!"

"Demon? Dead bald, you are wrong again!"

Sun Ling stretched out her six arms, her fangs turned outward, and she was burning with self-confidence and arrogance, "I am an awakened person who was born from the flesh and blood of demons, but surpasses them!"

"Aren't you cool with that pretense just now? Try my Nandou Profound Technique again—"

Nandou Shengquan, six-armed, thousand-headed dragon slayer!

This time, it wasn't "as if" the arms were elongated, but the six arms were actually elongated several times.

As Sun Ling's figure moved, a sky full of fist shadows occupying almost half of the square was blasted out.

The strong wind howled, and the tiles on the surrounding halls flew randomly, and the futons in the halls flew out, the gravel and dust were rolled up together, many marks were scratched on the pillars, and the red paint was mottled.

………………

call! ! ! !

A faint whirlwind of dust rose up in the square in front of the Daxiong Palace, higher than the height of the surrounding palaces and pavilions.

Many people in the Shaolin Temple who were fighting fiercely noticed this scene.

Among the tower forests in the back mountain, Su Mu looked at the end, and he also took such a scene into his eyes.

Sun Ling is the main battle member of their team. Although he has not yet reached the four-star level, he has undergone the suture and transformation surgery of demon flesh and blood from the world of "Big Sword". After completely releasing the demon energy, he can become an awakened person— —In essence, it becomes a creature that has the same cannibalistic habit as monsters, but whose combat power is far superior to that of ordinary monsters.

His mental, muscular and hematopoietic abilities have also undergone the forbidden blessing of Su Mu's corpse refining method, and the constant strengthening of Fux's blood magic. It surpasses the cognition of the strong indigenous people in this martial arts world.

Su Mu was confident that even if Shao Lingxiao was to face Sun Ling, as long as he didn't use his sword, he would not be able to completely kill him or get rid of him in a short time.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the battle, and the master was restrained, so Su Mu could slowly carry out his plan.

With a hand on his waist, he took out a strange copper lamp from the small Qiankun kit.

The lamp base of this copper lamp is yellow and clear, like five big-headed ghosts with shrunken limbs, embracing each other. There are five clusters of scarlet light on the lamp. When he points at it with a trick, it turns into five grinning ghosts. Like a person, the lower body is like smoke.

This is casting the spell of carrying the five ghosts, the five ghosts come out together, they can escape through the wall and steal the dead.

The five ghosts came and went like the wind, and in an instant, shriveled corpses of monks were brought out from the ground. After the ghosts left the body, the bodies recovered their essence and fell to the ground.

This pagoda forest is the burial place of Shaolin eminent monks.

Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, after the death of a monk in the Central Plains, if the Dharma is superb but the cultivation level is not enough, he will be cremated to ashes, pick up a few bones and put them in the altar, and bury them in the crypt. Build a tomb tower on it.

However, if a person who seems to have stepped into the realm of a first-class master does not rot for ten years after death, and there is no special explanation when he dies, then he will not be sent to cremation, but directly put the body in a vat and bury it in the here.

After Su Mu instructed Ghost to move out the corpses, he opened the small Qiankun bag at his waist and collected the monks' corpses one after another.

There was a little joy in his eyebrows, but his eyes were still fixed on the five ghosts, and he used spells to urge him from time to time. Obviously, there was still a bigger goal that he had not met.

Over the years, if the masters of Laojun Mountain felt that their time was approaching, they would travel all over the world and even go boating on the sea. No one knew where they died.

In contrast, as long as the masters of Shaolin are not dead, they should all be buried in Tallinn.

In Su Mu's opinion, that is the best corpse refining material that can be found in this world.

The five ghosts wandered between the tomb towers, and suddenly they cried out in pain, turned back into scarlet light, and returned to the copper lamp.

Su Mu's eyes lit up, he put away the copper lamp, walked towards the single-story stone pagoda with dense eaves, and waved a black thread in his hand.

The tomb tower is like floating soil and dry sand, cut into pieces by black lines, falling to the ground and scattered, soon revealing the large vat of the crypt.

Su Mu cut off the lid of the vat, and inside sat a lifelike monk with sparse eyebrows and a ruddy complexion.

After so many years of death, there is no sign of atrophy of flesh and blood on his body, and even a little true energy, ignorant and ignorant, remains in the meridians of the dantian, running on its own.

Just when the five ghosts were trying to attach themselves to the old monk's body, they were frightened away by the pure and masculine Buddhist power.

"Good good."

Just as Su Mu was about to open the small Qiankun bag, a bamboo stick hit him in the back of the head.

With a bang, the black smoke dissipated, a scarecrow was smashed by a bamboo stick, and Su Mu's figure disappeared.

Gu Lanxiang had expected it a long time ago. She held a stick in her right hand, and pulled down the red string relic around her neck with her left hand. Her slender eyelashes drooped, and her thoughts settled in meditation.

The relics bloomed with light white light, and the magic power formed a layer of colorless and matterless sphere, which expanded at the same speed as light, covering the surrounding area within 33 meters.

The eminent monk relic from the Xingyue world contains a Zen magic power that can release the enchantment of forbidden magic, and is especially good at restraining evil ghosts.

On the tomb tower in the southeast direction, a cloud of black air emerged, twisted and broke open with a bang, revealing the black Taoist standing on the top of the tower.

In a world of martial arts, when he suddenly encountered a magic-like ability and restrained himself, Su Mu's mind turned and he had already guessed the origin of the opponent.

But the astonishment on his face hadn't had time to fade away.

A stick has been seen.

Gu Lanxiang's left-hand relic and right-hand cudgel rushed forward with true energy and smashed it down on the head.

(End of this chapter)