Traveling through Yuhuatian, the start of the Sunflower Collection is complete

Chapter 245 Shaolin Wuxiang Monk

"boom!"

The terrifying sword power enveloped Shaolin.

Master Tianhong and other great masters teamed up to block it for a short moment.

The next moment, the sword force exploded, and everyone including Tie Zhongtang was blown away by the sword energy, vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

too strong!
Everyone's eyes couldn't help showing horror.

"Unbelievable!"

Yu Huatian's expression was calm, his sword was surging, he manipulated the Skyfury Sword, and slashed out again.

It is still a sword that cuts the sky!
Under the pressure of the huge sword, everyone's hearts trembled, and despair appeared on their faces.

"Ugh……"

However, at this moment, a sigh suddenly sounded.

Then, a golden light rose from the Shaolin Temple and turned into a giant hand, covering almost the entire Shaolin Temple.

"Rumble..."

The golden bergamot shattered, turning into aura and dissipating.

But at the same time, the huge sword light was also shattered inch by inch, and the overwhelming sword force that was falling down disappeared in an instant.

This golden bergamot finally held back the sword!
Master Tianhong and the others breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of fear and gratitude for the rest of their life after the catastrophe.

Immediately, everyone turned their heads to look behind.

I saw an old figure in a monk's robe, crossing the sky, walking slowly from the direction of the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple. Every step he took, the night sky would tremble slightly, as if it contained some kind of truth of heaven and earth, and it was in harmony with heaven and earth.

"Master!"

"The disciple has met the master uncle!"

Master Tianhong and the others were slightly taken aback, then quickly stood up and saluted.

Although they didn't know this old monk, they must be a celestial being to be able to fly across the sky!
This person should be their Shaolin patriarch!
"It's saved!"

"Blessed by the Buddha, the master will certainly be able to get rid of this demon, and protect me from Shaolin without any worries!"

Everyone is overjoyed.

Ignoring Master Tianhong and the others, the old monk came slowly, landed on the ground, focused his eyes on Yuhuatian, with a complicated complexion, saluted slightly, and sighed:

"Amitabha, the benefactor has already killed one of my Shaolin sword monks today, and the chief culprit, Lei Dapeng, has also been killed, so why should the benefactor kill them all?"

"Are you finally willing to come out?" Yu Huatian sneered, not surprised at the appearance of this old monk.

Just at the moment when he stepped into the Shaolin Temple, he felt a hidden aura locking him in the dark.

There is no doubt that his previous guess was correct.

In the Shaolin Temple of the Qing Dynasty, there is also a strong man of heaven and man sitting in the temple!
But with his current state, he still couldn't detect where the old monk was hiding.

What he did just now was to force the old monk to show up.

But unexpectedly, the old monk watched the Reluctant Sword Monk fall, and he didn't even plan to make a move.

Until now, when Master Tianhong and the others were about to fall, they just showed up.

"Who are you?" Yu Huatian narrowed his eyes slightly.

This old monk should not be an ordinary celestial being.

The breath on his body is much stronger than the several heavenly beings he has met before.

Based on momentum alone, it should be second only to the magician Pang Ban, but it is much stronger than Chai Yuguan, Murong Longcheng, Ye Dingzhi and others.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has no thoughts!"

The old monk stood with one palm in front of him, glanced at the Shaolin Temple where the flames were everywhere, and sighed: "Benefactor, no matter right or wrong today, I, Shaolin, have finally paid the price. Lord, please let it go."

"You're not as annoying as that Jue Yuan bald donkey."

Yu Huatian said indifferently: "However, if I hadn't shown the strength enough to suppress your Shaolin, would you still be talking with me so peacefully at this moment?"

As he said that, Yu Huatian sneered, and said: "I'm afraid that after you show up, you will suppress this seat immediately, and then give this seat a title of devil, and enter your Shaolin and become a part of your Shaolin Temple." Bar?"

"After all, your favorite thing in Buddhism is to save others, isn't it?"

The old monk Wuxiang was silent and did not defend himself.

Although Shaolin is a Buddhist holy land.

But ever since he took control of martial arts and enjoyed the honor of being known as the "World Martial Ancestor", it has gradually deteriorated.

There are not many monks who really recite scriptures and Buddha, and most of them rely on the name of Shaolin to do evil and satisfy their own selfish desires.

For example, that was the case with the Sword Monk Reluctant to Give Up just now.

As a Shaolin monk, he switched to killing and cutting swordsmanship. In order to practice swordsmanship, he secretly did many things that damaged Shaolin's reputation.

He knew all these things, but he couldn't do anything about them.

Individuals have their own destiny.

But that's also the reason why he didn't save Sword Monk Bushe just now.

Speaking of which, this is also his selfish desire.

With the help of Yu Huatian, the scourge of reluctance to give up the sword monk is eliminated, and at the same time, it is also to let Yu Huatian vent his anger, killing two birds with one stone.

But he didn't expect that after killing the Reluctant Sword Monk, Yuhuatianyou was not satisfied, and wanted to attack Tianhong and others, obviously coming with the heart of destroying Shaolin.

So, he had to make a move.

for a long time.

Monk Wuxiang sighed and asked, "How can the benefactor end today's matter?"

Yu Huatian said calmly: "This seat has just said it!"

"The most unsightly thing in this seat is your Buddhist monastery. In the name of compassion, you deceive the world, arbitrarily collect incense, exploit refugees, and occupy land without paying taxes. It is harmful to the people of the country and has no benefit!"

"It's very simple to solve today's matter!"

"Shaolin handed over all the classics of martial arts, and the monks abolished their martial arts. From now on, they will eat fast and chant Buddha honestly. This seat can forgive me!"

Hearing this, Master Tianhong and the others were furious.

Let Shaolin hand over martial arts classics, and all monks abolish martial arts, this is to break the root of Shaolin!

If this is really done, can Shaolin Temple still gain a foothold in the arena? !

Monk Wuxiang also frowned, and asked suddenly: "Isn't the benefactor from the Qing Dynasty?"

At first glance, Yu Huatian was from the Central Plains, of Yanhuang blood, and with such strength, he could never become a lackey of the Qing Tartars, speak for the Qing court, and say that Shaolin occupied land and did not pay taxes.

Yu Huatian didn't deny it, but looked contemptuously, and said, "I will change my name and surname if I am going to sit here, the master of the West Factory of Ming Dynasty, Yu Huatian!"

People from Daming? !
Everyone's expressions changed.

Especially Master Tianhong and the others, apart from being angry, they also vaguely understood why Yuhuatian wanted to target Shaolin Temple.

They had already received the news that the Shaolin Temple located in the Ming Dynasty had already been destroyed by the Ming court.

And the mastermind is the current No.1 of Daming, Mr. Xichangchang, Yuhuatian!

Monk Wuxiang frowned even more tightly, and then said: "My Shaolin is not in the territory of the Great Ming, and it is not under the management of the Great Ming. Since the benefactor is a member of the Great Ming, why should he care about the affairs of the Great Qing Shaolin?"

Yu Huatian said indifferently: "I come to Shaolin, not only to represent my Ming court, but also to represent the people of the Central Plains, and the people of the Huaxia lineage!"

Hearing this, Monk Wuxiang immediately understood what Yuhuatian meant.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "No matter why the benefactor came, the poor monk would not be able to agree to the benefactor's request. My Shaolin martial arts inheritance is accumulated by my Shaolin ancestors for hundreds of years, and it is impossible to hand it over to the benefactor. And the existence of my Shaolin monk is also to protect my Shaolin, and it is impossible to abolish martial arts as the benefactor said, and only chant sutras and Buddhas from now on."

"The poor monk doesn't want to fight the benefactor, so the benefactor should just retreat."

"It's up to you whether you want to do it or not!" Yu Huatian snorted coldly, and said, "Since you can't let go of the worldly glory, then go to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss to recite scriptures and Buddha!"

When the words fell, he made a move!
Sa——

Without any further pressure, Yu Huatian grasped the hilt of the Skyfury Sword, and in a flash, he slashed at Wuxiang Monk with his sword.

This time, it is no longer a single sword that cuts the sky, but eight stacks of sword energy!

As soon as the sword came out, it was like a turbulent wave hitting the shore. The terrifying sword force was mighty and mighty, covering Wuxiang Monk.

"Woooo..." Before the sword arrived, the wind neighed, and the night sky trembled.

Wherever the sword moved, it was like a white dragon colliding, and the bricks and stones on the ground splashed to both sides, leaving only a long dark and deep gully in the middle.

Everyone's expression changed.

Including Wuxiang monk!
He thought that he had paid enough attention to Yuhuatian, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated it!

The power of this sword is more than ten times stronger than the strength Yu Huatian showed just now? !

"A realm without swords?!"

Monk Wuxiang was horrified, he had never seen anyone who could break through the realm of no sword in the realm of the great master.

This is too incredible!

"Get out!"

The sword qi tore the wind, making his cheeks ache slightly, Wuxiang monk suddenly woke up, shouted loudly, and immediately circulated his vitality, and his robes bulged high.

"scold!"

With a Buddhist roar like a lion's roar, Monk Wuxiang embraced the void with his hands, and the golden light flashed, turning into a golden '卍' seal, sticking to the void.

"boom!!"

The next moment, the sword came straight, and the '卍' seal trembled loudly, crumbling.

Monk Wuxiang was horrified, and hurriedly increased his kung fu and held on tightly.

But in the end, the '卍' seal was shattered, Wuxiang Monk's body trembled, and he retreated violently, leaving a row of deep footprints on the hard blue brick floor.

But after breaking the '卍' seal, the terrifying sword force also slowly dissipated.

Monk Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he recovered, a ghostly figure appeared in front of him again, and the indifferent voice resounded through the night sky:

"I see you block a few swords!"

Following the sound of this indifferent voice, another sword force that was identical to the sword just now slowly condensed...

Monk Wuxiang's pupils narrowed slightly, not daring to wait for Yuhuatian to gather momentum, and he stepped up in the air, and then saw a slight tremor in the void, and he appeared in front of Yuhuatian, the terrifying palm prints containing the mighty power of Buddhism blasted from both palms If you go out, you must interrupt Yuhuatian's momentum.

But how could Yuhuatian's latent cultivation during this period be for nothing?
Although he is still unable to achieve nine superpositions of sword qi at the moment, it is not difficult at all to superimpose eight times of sword qi.

Even if this sword needs to gather momentum, it doesn't take much time at all, it's just a matter of a few breaths.

Wuxiang Monk had just arrived in front of Yuhuatian, and the sword had already been cut out.

This time, the two faced each other head-on, and Monk Wuxiang once again saw the horror of this sword!
"boom--"

A violent roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Without the protection of the '卍' seal, Wuxiang Monk's palm print was chopped into pieces in an instant, and then the golden protective energy on his body was also split in an instant, and the whole person was instantly chopped and flew tens of feet away.

Along the way, bright red blood spilled, forming a red blood line on the ground.

Then--

"Oh!"

Monk Wuxiang smashed straight into the ruins behind him.

Only two swords.

A celestial being is defeated!

At this moment, Master Tianhong and others who had retreated a hundred feet away were all stunned and stunned, unable to believe the scene in front of them.

(End of this chapter)