Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World

Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World Chapter 619

The seven Lingxuzi encountered an unprecedented crisis within the Buddha Country in the palm of Huo Yuanzhen.

Except Lingxuzi, the other six people's eyes are dull now, their footsteps are slowly moving forward, the goal is the illusory city floating in front.

Huo Yuanzhen watched them secretly, this city is the essence of Buddha Country, as long as you enter the city, people's birth, aging, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, all the disasters in the world will come one after another. Come.

If the mind is not firm, it is very likely that they will be enlightened in the city, and even fall into Buddhism.

This Buddha Country was originally an intermediate fantasy, but after reaching the high level, the practicality has greatly increased. The general Innate Realm Late Stage can no longer resist the confusion of this fantasy.

And Huo Yuanzhen only needs to consume the mana of the intermediate illusion. His burden is not big. If there is no Lingxuzi who has not been confused, Huo Yuanzhen is confident enough to take these six people. All included in Buddhism.

But this abominable Lingxuzi, with its powerful strength at the peak of the Innate Realm Late Stage, forcibly resisted the confusion of the illusion, but refused to go to the city, and was still summoning his few. Junior Brother.

Huo Yuanzhen knew that he had to take action.

System martial arts cannot be used in the illusion, so most of Huo Yuanzhen's martial arts cannot be used.

But he still has a way, his three-point Yin-Yang Qi, Great Star Absorption Art, etc. are not limited within the illusion.

Lingxuzi was still summoning several of his Junior Brothers while resisting the illusion. Suddenly, Shaolin's Yi Jie appeared in front of Lingxuzi.

"Lingxuzi, the time is almost here, you haven't escaped from the hands of this poor monk, are you willing to fail?"

"Bah! Yi Jie thief Bald! Your ghost tricks can't confuse Poor Daoist, let's see how I can break your blindfold!"

After finishing speaking, Lingxuzi raised the sword in his hand and slashed at Huo Yuanzhen in front of him down.

A sword light streak across, the surrounding space floated, and the monk actually disappeared.

Ling Xuzi was horrified. Monk Yi Jie's tricks were too powerful, which seemed to no longer belong to the category of martial arts.

And at this time, above the sky, the three thousand guardians of Buddhism, Jialan, came to the clouds, covering the heavens, shielding the sun, and covering the top of Lingxuzi's head.

"What the hell! These are all impossible to withstand a single blow, Yi Jie, you can't scare Poor Daoist!"

Ling Xuzi shouted with a guilty conscience, in order to prove himself Not afraid of these garans, holding a sword and waving it towards the sky, one after another sword qi burst into the air.

Sword Art is powerful enough, those Guardian Garans are indeed unable to withstand a single blow, Lingxuzi's sword can destroy at least one, or even two or three.

However, the guardian Jialansheng was outnumbered. From above the sky, like a formation of fighter jets, roaring down in rows, holding various grotesquely shaped weapons, they called at Lingxuzi. .

Lingxuzi was unafraid and continued to attack with his sword in hand.

But there were only a few moves just now, and suddenly Lingxuzi felt his body being pulled, and suddenly a palm pressed on his dantian lower abdomen.

Immediately, a huge gravitational force came from that palm, and in Lingxuzi's dantian inner belly, Inner Strength flowed out along the palm like a river opening a gate!

Lingxuzi gave a strange cry and slashed with his sword, but then the palm was disappeared.

And in such a short second, his Inner Strength lost a lot, and his movements slowed down.

The Garan above the sky was still attacking constantly, Lingxuzi had no choice but to raise his sword to meet the enemy again.

The palm appeared quietly again, and when Lingxuzi was unprepared, he absorbed some of his Inner Strength again.

Whenever Lingxuzi wanted to concentrate on dealing with that palm, Garan in the sky would attack desperately, creating opportunities for that palm.

After repeating this more than ten times, Lingxuzi's Inner Strength was absorbed, and the rest was less than one third.

Lingxuzi's crazy sword dancing monster shouted: "Wow! Monk Yi Jie, you base and shameless disciple, what kind of hero is a sneak attack behind your back, and you have the ability to fight directly with Poor Daoist. One game!"

Before he finished speaking, a surging air wave suddenly rushed over, Ling Xuzi couldn't dodge in time, was hit by the air wave, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Then the sky was a changeable situation, and Lingxuzi lay there spinning around, not getting up for a long time.

time it takes to burn a stick of incense must have passed. When Lingxuzi woke up, the surrounding Buddha Country had disappeared.

In front of him, his six Junior Brothers were surrounding him in fear and calling.

Ling Xuzi wanted to speak, but he felt weak all over!

I hurriedly checked Qi Sea dantian, only to find that my inside of Dantian was empty, and the Inner Strength that had been cultivating for many years was gone!

Lingxuzi felt ashes for a while, and said to several of his Junior Brothers: "It's over, Senior Brother, my skills are gone."

Wudang two heroes said to Lingxuzi : "Sect Master Senior Brother, it's alright, that Yi Jie said, he just resolved your internal strength, but didn't break your Qi Sea dantian, your meridian has already penetrated, according to the sect's mental method to cultivate again , Inner Strength will be fully recovered in a year or two, and martial arts will not really be lost."

Ling Xuzi hurriedly checked Dantian again, only to realize that what Junior Brother said was true.

Although he temporarily lost Inner Strength, the meridian acupuncture point that Lingxuzi was opened through was not blocked. He felt a little more at ease, and said to his junior brothers: "How are you?"

"We are nothing. After entering here, we were bewildered by Yi Jie's methods, and then passed out for some reason. We didn't find you lying here until we woke up."

"Where's Yi Jie?"

Ling Xuzi looked around and didn't find Huo Yuanzhen.

"Not long after we woke up, Li Yifeng asked Yi Jie to obey him and let Yi Jie be the Alliance Leader, but Yi Jie did not agree. Then he and Li Yifeng fought and went to the valley. I'm a diplomat."

Ling Xu sighed and asked again: "What about those Disciples of Shaolin and the Disciples of the Wulin League?"

"Senior Brother, Shaolin is bald.... The Shaolin monks are too powerful, either their kung fu is too high, or they are impervious to sword and spear. Our more than 300 brothers in the martial arts league can't take them down, and they have injured nearly 100 people. Now they don't fight anymore. Confrontation."

"Go, help me to have a look."

At the request of Lingxuzi, the six Wudang heroes set up Lingxuzi and slowly walked towards the original Vice Alliance Lord Go to the attic.

When he came here, Lingxuzi discovered that a good attic had been razed to the ground, and the two teams were still at a stalemate among the wreckage.

However, the imposing manner of both parties is completely incomparable.

Shaolin's side was unscathed, twenty-one bald heads were still shining, all of them glare like a tiger watching his prey, staring at the Disciples of the Wulin League.

Although there are more than 200 people on the Wulin League side, all of them are listless and lethargic, and many people are injured.

After hearing that the Seven Heroes of Wudang were defeated by Abbot Shaolin, the Disciples of Wulin League also lost their fighting spirit. They originally supported Lingxuzi as Alliance Leader, but now Alliance Leader is beaten by monks. Get down, their battle will be meaningless.

Now both sides are waiting for the final result, because everyone knows that the battle between Yi Jie and Li Yifeng is the key battle that determines the future direction of the Wulin League.

Ling Xuzi came here, and after looking at it, he said to several of his Junior Brothers: "Go, bring back our Wudang Disciple, let's go back to Wudang Mountain."

A few of his Junior Brothers wanted to speak, Ling Xuzi waved his hand: "No need to say more, no matter what the outcome of Li Yifeng and Yi Jie, it has nothing to do with us Wudang, maybe the next generation of our Wudang, the next two There are outstanding Disciples in this generation who can compete for the position of Alliance Leader, but in our generation, there is no such opportunity.”

Seeing that Senior Brother, who used to be wild ambition, is now a hero, everyone It is also a heartbreaker, and the proud Tiangang Big Dipper formation was broken by Yi Jie, which was a huge blow to the Senior Brother.

Not only Lingxuzi lost his ambitions, but also the Wudang Seven Heroes. Yi Jie's Ghost God's unpredictable methods made them lose the courage to confront them head-on.

There are twenty or thirty people in Wudang's Disciple here in the Wulin League. Now, under Lingxuzi's summon, they have come out one after another, and many of them are injured.

These monks are still merciful, basically knocking them out, and not killing people.

With a long sigh, Lingxuzi said, "There are talents in the country, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years. Yi Jie already has such skills at a young age. Under the white-haired bloodfiend, I hope his Buddhist status can restrain him and benefit martial arts in the future!"

"Let's go! Let's go back to Wudang!"

Ling Xuzi waved his hand, With the help of everyone, they slowly left the Butterfly Valley.

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Outside the Butterfly Valley, a deserted mountain forest In between, Huo Yuanzhen was confronting Li Yifeng.

A whirlwind blew over, rolling up snowflakes and sliding between the two.

Li Yifeng's long beard on his chest was rolled up by snowflakes. He gently stroked his beard with one hand, pulled out his long sword with one hand, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Monk Yi Jie, old man advise again. You said, you have a very close relationship with Mo Sect Lord, and the old man does not want to embarrass you. But in this martial arts alliance, Mo Sect Lord is in the hands of the must, why do you have to be embarrassed with Mo Sect Lord? The old man said something If you don’t say it properly, if you get along well with Ning Wanjun, maybe this Holy Sect and the Wulin League will be yours in the future, and there is a great possibility to become the Wulin Number One Person, why should you destroy your future?”

"Amitabha! This poor monk doesn't understand what Benefactor Li said. Besides, this poor monk doesn't have such great ambitions. This poor monk only knows that you, Demon Sect, wantonly destroy the order of the martial arts. This is absolutely not allowed by my Shaolin."

"Ignorant monk, don't you think you can resist our Holy Sect!"

"Benefactor Li, whether I Shaolin can do it or not, the end of this poor monk, will Not like Benefactor Li, it's as sad as Mo Tianxie's lackey!"

Li Yifeng suddenly complexion turned cold, "What did you say!"

"Benefactor Li is clear. "

Li Yifeng looked at Huo Yuanzhen coldly, the monk's words pierced his heart, the long sword in his hand was slowly raised, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Monk, You will pay for what you say today."

Huo Yuanzhen also raised his palms at this time: "Li Yifeng, you will pay the price for wearing less clothes today!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)