Danwu Xiehuang

Chapter 123
The burly man's aura was aroused, and the pillar-like light rose up by itself. It was an extremely strange brilliance, and the pitch-black color was intertwined with gold, making him look like a demon or a Buddha.

This man's face was resolute, and against the background of the light around him, he showed a solemn treasure but with an evil spirit, which was extremely strange.

Ye Chen looked at this bald man, narrowed his eyes, and felt a lot of confusion in his heart. He had seen this man before and dealt with him before.

This is the gangster Lin Tao he was going to kill when he was on his first mission, but he didn't expect that he would be escaped by Lin Tao who had magical means.
Now when they meet again at this time, Ye Chen realizes that he can't see through Lin Tao at all.

His strength has improved by leaps and bounds, that's because he has the heaven and earth Hunyuan cauldron and outstanding talent as capital, but how did this gangster Lin Tao become so powerful.

So strong that he even felt insignificant in front of him.

Du Kong clasped his palms together, and behind him a jet-black Buddha came from the void and soared behind him. His eyes contained infinite wisdom and were brilliant golden.

break!
The phantom of the Buddha waved his hand lightly, and it was manipulated by the endless vitality of heaven and earth, which turned into a huge palm, and slapped directly on the plaque.

The words on the plaque are Yanhuang's inscriptions, which naturally contain Yanhuang's martial arts and artistic conception. Under the provocation, the plaque bloomed brilliantly, a golden light and shadow stepped out, and the emperor's breath was gone.

The people around Dukong had dispersed far away, and those eminent monks who were chanting sutras also stopped their chanting, stood up one after another, showed angry faces, and surrounded Dukong.

The common people retreated a long distance, and saw a ghostly Buddha attacking the plaque of Ji'an Temple, and the emperor's light and shadow stepped out, and the common people knelt down one after another. It is etiquette for the people to kneel down and worship.

Only the ordinary monks didn't show anything. For them, although the emperor's status is lofty, it may not be in their eyes, so let them be in awe.

The same is true of Ye Chen.

The eminent monks who were chanting sutras stood not far from Dukong, their bodies were full of golden light, each of them was like a golden man, the rosary beads and Buddha beads on their bodies were full of golden light, but they didn't make a move.

That emperor's light and shadow is the incarnation of Emperor Yan, and his strength is also extraordinary. When he stretched out his hand, most of the vitality of heaven and earth attracted by Dukong was instantly taken away by him, and turned into a five-clawed golden dragon towards the phantom of Buddha behind Dukong.

The golden dragon was powerful and powerful. It came from the void and headed towards the Buddha, leaving a golden mark in the air. With a flick of the dragon's tail, the howling sound resounded through the entire mountain, and a gust of wind swept through it!
Facing the attack, Du Kong didn't show any emotion at all, instead he became more calm. He just raised his eyebrows slightly, stretched out his hand and pulled, and the phantom of the Buddha behind him followed him, grabbing the golden dragon's tail.

Capture the dragon hand!
Several eminent monks frowned, but they recognized that the method of crossing the sky was actually a Buddhist method, the long-lost dragon-capturing hand.

The Buddhists grasp the dragon's hand, practice it to the deepest point, and with just a single grasp, they can also capture a real dragon in their hands.

Although Dukong's dragon catcher hadn't reached this level, the golden dragon was no match for a real dragon, so under Dukong's tug, the golden dragon immediately shattered into light spots and dissipated into the void.

And Dukong looked at the light and shadow: "If your real body is here, maybe I need to avoid it, and it's hard to be your lord. However, you are just a shadow of the artistic conception at the time of the inscription, so just annihilate here!"

The Yanhuang's light and shadow stretched out his arms, and the vitality of the heavens and the earth rioted, and several phantoms of five-clawed golden dragons appeared around him, and then stepped forward with one step, heading towards Dukong.

Dukong Bao looked solemn, looked at him coldly, clasped his hands together, and was ready to fight, but he didn't see the attack of light and shadow in his eyes at all.

Yan Huang punched out, dignified and upright, without skill, a solemn punch is an emperor's punch, and the mighty heaven and earth vitality gathers in this punch, and the several five-clawed golden dragons are also surrounding it. Go straight to cross the sky, powerful and powerful, as if tearing the space.

That Dukong is so powerful that he didn't fear the punch at all, and instead of retreating, he went forward. He also punched out, and the phantom of the Buddha behind him rolled with black energy, and the punch blasted out, faintly more powerful How much is Yanhuang.

The golden dragon instantly dissipated into spots of light, and the light and shadow couldn't block the punch, and shattered directly in front of many people, but those several eminent monks shot at this time, taking advantage of Dukong's exhaustion, they all bombarded away.

Dukong watched those sanctimonious monks attacking him, and smiled: "The monks in Ji'an Temple are really like this. They don't distinguish between good and evil, and they don't distinguish between right and wrong. They don't have a heart to serve the Buddha. They are just monks in clothes. Skinny bastard!"

Although he was laughing, Du Kong's voice was shrill and his face was dark, which made the smile extraordinarily bitter.

Those eminent monks are all quite advanced in cultivation, all of them are masters, their strength breaks through the internal organs, transforms into a mortal state, and the brilliance of their bodies flows, which is beyond comparison.

Each eminent monk's attacking martial arts are different, Fuhu Fist, Nianhua Finger, Arhat Palm, Vajra Leg, Subduing Demon Pestle. Kill this person in front of the temple gate.

It is true that the plaque bestowed by Emperor Yan who crossed the sky and destroyed their Ji'an Temple was hateful and made them extremely angry, but apart from anger, there was also a bit of fear in these people's actions.

Because one of the knowledge instillations they have acquired since they were young is about crossing the sky in front of them, that is, those who encounter ghosts and Buddha shadows hanging behind them, they will be punished at any cost!
This precept is a sentence that all the monks of Ji'an Temple deeply engraved in their hearts, and it is also a sentence that they cannot forget.

This is the most important reason for their shot now.

Dukong's smile was restrained, his face was neither sad nor happy, the phantom of ghosts and Buddhas behind him moved, his huge palm slowly pushed forward, and a golden swastika symbol flashed in the palm of his hand, enveloping the vitality of heaven and earth The attacks of several monks were all blocked.

These five eminent monks couldn't pass a single move under Du Kong's hands, just a touch, all attacks were annihilated in the big palm, and they were slapped away by the big palm without any consumption.

Blood spurted from the mouths of several people and spread in the air, like a blood-colored flower blooming.

Boom!

The bodies of several monks were extremely strong and hard, and they hit the courtyard wall of the Ji'an Temple, directly smashing the courtyard wall and knocking it down, leaving a ruined wall on the ground.

Broken plaques, fallen monks, and damaged courtyard walls were a mess.

(End of this chapter)