The best golden pupil

Chapter 1507
A commoner monk with a bitter look on his face.

The brows, expressions, and sighs all seem to be filled with human pain, which has reached the depths of people's hearts.

This... this is?
Not only the monks from the Kunlun Realm were stunned, but also a group of Hongmeng monks who were dumbfounded. Who is this monk in the God Realm?
It looks like they are still their primordial people!
Ning Tao broke through the seal, but there was no relaxation on his face, even after guessing the identity of the comer.

Suddenly, Huashan Patriarch exclaimed: "Old Monk, how could it be you, you are willing to pass the test?"

The commoner monk said bitterly: "I've seen Fellow Daoist Hua, Mr. Mo personally invited me, so the poor monk naturally wants to give me some face."

"Hmph, if you don't leave the customs again, everyone will think you died in the secret room. Look at the gangsters behind you. They don't even know who you are after using their unique skills."

Mo Yuntian scolded with a cold face.

The commoner monk smiled wryly and chanted scriptures with his palms folded, like a junior listening to the teachings of his elders, very humble.

According to seniority, Mo Lao is indeed a generation older than him!
Mo Yuntian looked helpless, this monk was becoming more and more stubborn, practicing asceticism almost made him suffer to death.

Zen Master Long Xiang narrowed his eyes, felt the power of the Buddha nature just now, and said in surprise: "I said, why is this power so familiar, so you and my Zen sect have the same origin."

"Hehe... Fellow Daoist, I am serious. I am Shaolin, and I have nothing to do with your Zen sect. After the ancestors of your generation entered the Kunlun Realm, we will no longer have any relationship."

The commoner monk clasped his palms together and smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Anyway, the facts are in front of you and me. I am very relieved to see that my Zen branch still exists," Zen Master Longxiang sneered.

The commoner monk frowned, and said quietly: "This fellow Taoist is delusional. My Shaolin predecessor is orthodox. You just left with the inheritance, and the roots... are still here!"

"Tch, just because your poor Dharma is worthy of being orthodox, my Zen is the root of Dharma, orthodoxy, and mainstream," Zen Master Long Xiang said with a dignified expression.

As soon as the words came out, the field suddenly fell silent.

The hearts of tens of thousands of monks tensed at the same time, the two armies confronted each other, and the low roar of the ancient spirit beast echoed in their ears.

Ning Tao pulled Han Xue tightly and gave her a panacea, but he didn't notice the latter's sore nose and red eyes.

Suddenly, the commoner monk frowned and let go, and said calmly: "Since this is the case, the poor monk has nothing to say. The only thing we can do is fight, let's use Buddhism to compete."

After the words fell, a vajra with angry eyes appeared.

Some monks who were a little closer felt the anger, anger for the people, anger for the world, anger for the world!
Ning Tao was speechless secretly, he didn't expect this Shaolin patriarch to be so domineering, and his strength was also unfathomable.

Zen Master Longxiang smiled coldly. From the fight just now, he discovered that this person's strength is almost comparable to that of Zen Master Duren. He is at the peak of the late stage of refining gods, and he can already feel... the virtual world!
However, he has already touched the virtual realm!
"Come to fight!"

A ten-foot-long golden Arhat, and a ten-meter-long glaring Vajra stepped on the void at the same time, colliding with each other in the blink of an eye.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two eminent monks had a fierce fight in an instant.

Taoist Yuntian only glanced at it, and then ignored it. The monk who just appeared is not yet the opponent of "Dragon Elephant".

Mo Lao didn't seem to be worried, a pair of old eyes scanned behind him closely, and the large group of black and strong men seemed to be twice as powerful as Hongmeng.

Damn it,

How to do this?
Ning Tao murmured, he remembered a saying that the world's martial arts come from Shaolin, as the ancestor, he must be the best.

"Mo Yuntian, stalemate is not an option. My patience is also limited. The holy war has already begun, but you might as well listen to one suggestion," the man in the Taoist robe said impatiently.

"what?"

Mo Lao shook his face and said indifferently.

"The two masters in your hands are very important to us, but it is absolutely impossible to use them to threaten me to take back the jihad, even if I am in your hands."

"So, I will give you a final bottom line. If you hand over a master, I will tell you to retreat a hundred meters. I believe that the distance of 200 meters is enough for you to struggle," the man in the Taoist robe sarcastically said.

Old Mo narrowed his eyes, looked at the other ancestors, and finally looked closely at Ning Tao's eyes, as if asking for advice.

The latter froze for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"retreat!"

After Mo Lao gave an order, the Hongmeng army began to retreat, and the distance of [-] meters was far or near, and it came in the blink of an eye.

"Let go!"

The Taoist robed man and the others all took a step forward.

Ning Tao kicked the crazy master with a cold face, or the bruises all over his body were almost all his angry shots.

The weak Huangshi's face was pale. He didn't believe that the agreement would be so simple. The battlefield...is changeable!
Sure enough, the situation changed drastically at this second.

As soon as Yun Zhongzi took over Master Crazy, the man in Taoist robes ordered coldly and mercilessly: "Kunlun Army, kill!"

"Roar!"

In an instant, the torrent of the army poured down.

The faces of Mo Lao, Long Jin and the others changed greatly. They didn't expect this master to ignore his life and directly strike.

Ning Tao yelled red-eyed: "Leader Jin Ling, the rear team is all evacuated, come down the mountain for me, hurry up, don't look back and don't cry, the front team who are not afraid of death will come with me."

"kill!"

Wu Hailin rushed forward with red eyes without even thinking about it. Qingyang, Mo Yang, Wang Yuzhu, Huijing... and a group of iron-blooded monks followed Ning Tao closely, and all abandoned life and death.

Mo Lao and Long Jin and others broke out in a battle of gods!

Just as the two monk armies collided, Ning Tao's eyelids twitched, and suddenly shouted: "Stop, lie down quickly."

"Chirp!"

A sharp piercing sound suddenly came from the distant sky, tearing apart the heavy black tornado, rushing towards it in the blink of an eye.

Most of the Kunlun monks didn't know about it, but the remaining group of pioneer monks shouted with a changed face: "I... my darling, hurry... lie down, it's iron eggs, iron eggs!"

A large number of Kunlun monks looked at them as if they were idiots.

The man in the Taoist robe raised his eyebrows. Is this the iron egg mentioned in the news? He paused and slapped an iron egg head-on.

"boom!"

A huge mushroom cloud soared into the sky, which was extremely shocking.

"Chirp...boom!"

The black tornado was torn apart by the impact beyond the speed of sound, and nearly a hundred iron eggs bombed down accurately.

"Boom boom boom!"

The terrifying explosive force swept across the entire mountain, and the top of Kunlun Mountain was directly blown to a small section, as if the sky was falling apart.

The face of a God Realm changed drastically, and there was a burst of horror, what the hell is this, how can it have such terrifying power?

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion has not stopped, wantonly bright.

The Taoist robed man had just appeared, and suddenly looked into the air with a gloomy face, a big guy was coming.

Ning Tao and the others climbed tightly, but an officer who was retreating halfway up the mountain said with a pale face: "This...is this...a god-killing... bomb!"

(End of this chapter)