I seized the Demon Emperor

Master Mingguan chanted a Buddhist name.

The whole person merged with the 180-foot-tall Buddha statue in front of him.

He took a step forward, and the surrounding mountains and rivers seemed to shake together.

At this moment, he no longer had hope of continuing to take Xiao Suyuan away.

But he had to save his fellow disciples and nephews.

The golden Buddha raised his palm, then clenched his fist and hit Su Ye again.

The power of this blow was much stronger than the previous Buddha's punch condensed by the river water.

Lao Shou saw it from afar in another direction, thinking that if he were in the eleventh realm, he would be unable to resist this Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist.

This Buddhist Du'e Venerable, at this moment, fully demonstrated his twelfth realm of cultivation.

With one punch, the light flashed in the air, and the light and shadow of bodhi trees appeared out of thin air.

Under the endless bodhi forest, it seemed as if a road full of wisdom was paved.

All difficulties and hardships have been conquered, opening up a glorious road that leads directly to the bliss of the other side.

Su Ye smiled, holding little Su Yuan in his left hand, standing still, clenching his right fist as before, and hitting straight at the Bodhi image manifested by Master Mingguan.

Black and purple air currents circled in the air and instantly condensed into a dark cloud.

There seemed to be a dragon shadow rising and falling in the dark cloud.

Amidst the low and obscure roar, a purple-black strange dragon rushed out of the dark cloud!

The image of this strange dragon was extremely hideous and terrifying, like a ghost, fierce and evil.

The noble power of the dragon clan could not be seen, but it seemed to be more powerful and domineering than a real dragon.

A ferocious and extremely violent ghost dragon!

The black and purple ghost dragon rushed out of the dark cloud like lightning, and its body stood straight, like a spear dozens of meters long.

The dragon head was the spear tip, stabbing at Master Mingguan and the Bodhi image.

The road was shattered by the ghost dragon.

The two rows of Bodhi trees on the roadside were broken, collapsed and withered.

The previous wisdom and enlightenment, the pure and quiet appearance of Buddhism, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The black and purple ghost dragon traveled unimpeded all the way and hit the fist of the golden Buddha.

Then, the fist of the golden Buddha was broken into streams of light!

The broken gap kept expanding, like the whole arm.

The Buddha's arm was broken, but the ghost dragon still did not stop, roaring and rushing towards the chest of the golden Buddha.

Previously, it was like this when facing the tenth realm Zhichen Zen Master.

At this moment, it was still the same when facing the twelfth realm Mingguan Master.

The black and purple ghost dragon rushed straight forward, like a black spear, directly stabbing into the chest of the golden Buddha!

The monks of Qingliang Temple were shocked.

The people of the Demon Sect also saw their eyelids twitching.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have been able to connect him with his usual self." King Kong sucked in a breath of cold air and grinned: "His attack on one point is so sharp that it gives people a feeling of being invincible."

Zhang Tianheng curled his lips: "The leader once said that the ghost dragon spear created by Su Laoer can be called the seventh great master of the sect, and its potential is still far from being seen. Are you questioning the leader's judgment?"

King Kong grinned: "Of course the leader's words are not wrong, but this Su Erye is really..."

He glanced at Su Wei next to him.

Su Wei's face was full of gloom: "If it weren't for this stinky boy, there wouldn't be so many things. Don't look at it. Let's get to work."

The people of the Demon Sect immediately attacked the monks of Qingliang Temple present.

The eighteen-foot-high Bodhi image was punched through by Su Ye at this moment.

The ghost dragon rushed into his chest, roaring continuously, aiming directly at Master Mingguan himself in the middle of the Bodhi image.

Master Mingguan's Bodhi image was broken, and his face turned slightly pale.

But the abbot of Qingliang Temple responded decisively and quickly at this moment.

He suddenly dispersed his Bodhi image.

The glass Buddha light flew and interfered with the ghost dragon.

At the same time, Master Mingguan also had a Zen stick in his hand.

The huge eight-armed Arhat stood upright.

Eight arms, holding the same Zen stick, reorganized the defense to resist the ghost dragon.

The same eight-concentration demon-suppressing stick was used by Elder Mingjing and Master Zhichen.

But compared with Master Mingguan, who is now in the twelfth realm, they are not much different from the disciples who have just entered the door.

Master Mingguan's eight-concentration demon-suppressing stick was used, and the four kinds of color realm dhyana of the first, second, third, and fourth dhyanas, the four colorless concentrations of the infinite space concentration, the infinite consciousness concentration, the concentration of nothingness, and the concentration of neither thought nor non-thought were all complete, and the eight concentrations were all manifested.

At this moment, all-out defense was used to resist the ghost dragon's sprint.

Almost at the same time, another clear Buddha light shot up into the sky and condensed into a glazed sword in the sky.

It is another one of the three great unique skills of Qingliang Temple, namely, precepts, concentration and wisdom, which is on par with the Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist and the Eight Concentrations Demon Subduing Staff, the Pure Sword.

The four pure precepts are the non-leakage precepts, which can be free from the defilement of troubles, and are called pure precepts.

The Buddha light giant sword, which is dozens of meters long, fell from the sky and slashed at the ghost dragon's body.

The ghost dragon, which continuously pierced the Bodhi Forest and the Bodhi Image, eventually lost some of its strength.

Although the dragon's body is strong, it is not as indestructible as the dragon's head.

The Pure Sword slashed the middle of the ghost dragon's body and finally cut off the evil dragon.

Master Mingguan stepped back three steps, exhaled, and his face returned to a ruddy color.

But before he could stand firm, Su Ye laughed happily and said, "The second move."

After that, he stood in place, stretched out his right hand, and threw the second punch.

The identical black and purple ghost dragon roared again and rushed towards Master Mingguan like lightning.

Master Mingguan was fully alert and ready for battle.

But no matter how hard the abbot of Qingliang Temple tried, he couldn't force the young man with untied hair holding little Su Yuan to retreat even a step.

Instead, the old monk himself was forced to retreat step by step.

As he watched, he was getting farther and farther away from the other monks of Qingliang Temple.

Just when Master Mingguan was anxious, Su Ye's expression suddenly changed and he turned his head to look in another direction.

A gray figure suddenly appeared.

Lao Shou was closest to him and had just raised a silver moon to attack. The other party raised his hand and slashed in the air, cutting off the silver moon and forcing Lao Shou to dodge.

Then, the invisible knife seemed to be the endless troubles in the world, making people restless.

Lao Shou had no choice but to retreat again and again.

The gray figure easily passed him and passed by Elder Mingjing.

"Brother Mingjue..." Elder Mingjing took a deep breath.

There is only one person in Qingliang Temple who can have such a high level of Qingjing Jiedao.

The former abbot, Master Mingjue, the "sick Maha".

Compared with him, even the current abbot, Master Mingguan, is not as good.

The gray-robed old monk sighed: "Brother Mingjing, it's time to turn back."

Elder Mingjing said in one breath: "The other shore is ahead, no need to turn back."

"I hope we can have a chance to talk in detail in the future. Now I am in a hurry to save people. Sorry for the offense."

As he said, Master Mingjue punched Elder Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing barely parried, but felt that no matter how he responded, he was in the hands of the other party.

Like the Qingjing Jiedao, the Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist of the first master of Qingliang Temple has also reached perfection.

Even if he fell from the realm of the Martial Emperor, he, who is in the twelfth realm, is still firmly on the throne of the first person in the Shenzhou Haotu Buddhism.

Elder Mingjing was directly caught and captured by him.

Then Master Mingjue waved his hand, and Elder Mingjing could not help but smash towards Su Ye!