Poor Monk! Tathagata Madman, Kill Karma and Behead Crime

　　The monk's robes and robes were screeching, and his thin and not tall body was like an old tree taking root, and the pattern was not moving.

　　With horror in his eyes, he said, "Is this your hidden power?"

　　"It is the fruit of the three years of sin, pouring blood essence into the blood Zen beads day and night, and suffering the Buddha's nails!"

　　The left arm of the Mahabharata wrapped around the blood Chanzhu raised, and the middle finger was placed between his eyebrows, and the imprint on the eyebrows was bright and flourishing, and a huge phantom appeared.

　　In astonishment, the Mahabharata's energy kept rising.

　　After that, his appearance changed dramatically, his shape was like Mora, his face was like ice and snow, and his eyes were deep and indifferent.

　　"The state of madness!"

　　"What a strong energy, turbulent and domineering, the power of Mohexie at this time is not inferior to mine, how is this possible?"

　　The sweeping monk was extremely shocked, and a Zen mind with no waves in the ancient well could not suppress the surging emotions at the moment.

　　"impossible things!"

　　"You must have performed some kind of secret technique that stimulates potential, and you have gained a surge of power in a short period of time. You are not truly peerless!"

　　Maha Nie was arrogant, and when he pressed his right hand, a savage qi energy directly slammed into the sweeping monk.

　　"Senior, why don't you personally verify the strength of evil, how different is it from the real peerless?".

Chapter 11

　　Boom!

　　The sweeping monk was tempted to try, he didn't dodge or evade, he slapped it with a palm, but he was shocked by the energy and took a step back.

　　This step back.

　　It was very heavy, the earth and rocks were cracked, and the monks present felt the ground tremble.

　　The scattered energy was like a gust of wind, sweeping all around, and the plants and trees bowed their heads and lowered their waists, swaying and shattering.

　　one move.

　　The sweeper has come to a conclusion.

　　Therefore, he showed horrified eyes, still unable to accept this crazy fact.

　　"At this time, the Mahabharata has unparalleled power!"

　　"Does the senior perceive clearly, what is the gap between the power of evil and you?" Maha evil stared at the sweeping monk.

　　The answer to this question is what he wants to know. After three years of Buddhist and demon imprisonment, the mad demon form obtained cannot be disappointing.

　　The sweeping monk said honestly: "In terms of strength, it is on par with Lao Na, no matter what kind of secret technique it is, it is enough to go down in history."

　　"Hahaha..." Mohexie laughed happily, surging the wind and clouds with his surging power.

　　After some hard work, it was finally in vain.

　　And the monk watching the battle suspected that he was in a dream.

　　"Did I hear it wrong? The monk said: Mahavira has unparalleled power, this joke is really not funny at all."

　　"Fake, definitely fake."

　　"How many years of hard work did the monk become peerless. He was able to become peerless in a single leap. Even if he had peerless power, it was like a flash in the pan."

　　"Not bad! The monk will definitely be able to defeat him!"

　　Thousands of monks do not believe it, but when the facts are put in front of them, people have to admit the genius of Mahanai.

　　A genius who stomped them all underfoot.

　　A genius who crushed all their superiority.

　　Compared with the Mahasian, they are a stinky piece of shit, and they are weak.

　　The main thing is fear.

　　Their persecution of Mahasian is still vivid in their eyes. Xuanci, who was killed by Mahasattva, was still in the cold.

　　just now……

　　If the sweeping monks can't defeat the Mahanai, the deadly sword will hang over their heads at any time, and it may fall at any moment.

　　The corners of Maha Nie's mouth were slightly raised, and the monks' reactions and thoughts were all in full view, and they became more and more contemptuous.

　　Greed and anger.

　　Which of them did not have, they were deeply immersed in the sea of ​​misery and could not extricate themselves, and they also lied about crossing others, under the guise of the Buddha, which is really shameful.

　　"Amitabha, you have already entered the devil's way. If you turn around in time, you will fall into the Avici Hell in the future, and you will never end up again."

　　The madman type of Mahayana is worthy of his all-out efforts. Of course, it is best to persuade him to stay in the Shaolin Temple. There are two peerless masters, and no one can shake the status of Shaolin.

　　After Maha Ninja was overjoyed, he became calm and calm, and said: "The Buddha's heart sees the Buddha, the devil's heart sees the devil, the predecessors said that I am a devil, but the devil already exists in my heart... I have a Buddha in my heart, and I am with the Buddha. , the sea of ​​suffering and the other shore are all in one thought."

　　"Buddha has thousands of appearances, because every living being has his own appearance, and the Buddha just imprints the appearance of all living beings."

　　Maha Nie smiled and asked: "Dialectically with the seniors, none of us can convince anyone, just like three years ago."

　　"In addition to passing down the Buddhist scriptures, the first ancestor also passed down the means of subduing foreign demons." The sweeping monk stepped out, spanning a distance of ten feet, and came to the face of Mahasian.

　　When two palms were shot, the palm shadows turned into two, two into four... In the blink of an eye, there were thousands of palm shadows, covering the evil of Maha.

　　"Thousands of hands like palms!"

　　Fang Zheng couldn't help exclaiming when he saw the martial arts used by the Sweeping Monk, because this was the martial arts he had studied intensively, and he was very familiar with it.

　　Put yourself in his shoes, and if it is him, you will be defeated with one palm.

　　too strong.

　　The sweeping monk's palm is without a trace, unlike him who still needs to move his strength halfway, the traces are extremely heavy, and the layers of palm strength are endlessly superimposed.

　　Fang Zheng was shocked.

　　He couldn't imagine how tragic it would be if it fell on people.

　　Maha Nie's arms slammed into it, his energy was like a vortex, and thousands of palm shadows poured into it one after another.

　　"Senior, don't forget, the seventy-two stunts have no secrets to evil, even if they are motivated by Yi Jin Jing."

　　Bump!

　　Mahanai has exhausted his palm strength, plus his own skills have improved, Rao is a sweeping monk's three-foot gas wall, which is both rigid and soft, and is good at digesting and attacking, and it is useless under this palm.

　　When the Sweeping Monk was about to be hit, he didn't move his feet or body, and suddenly panned out a foot to one side.

　　No more and no less.

　　At this distance, he can not only avoid the palm force, but also make moves in the shortest time to seize the empty door exposed by Mahavira.

　　bump bump! !

　　The palm failed, smashed to the ground, the sand flew up, and the entire ground shook violently.

　　Innately can defeat a hundred elite soldiers, a grandmaster can come and go freely in the siege of a thousand people, and a great grandmaster can take the head of a person in a ten thousand army.

　　The peerless master has only one evaluation - a person is a force.

　　What a party can do, a peerless master can do it, and there are no complicated organizational constraints, which is even more terrifying.

　　Click!

　　The sweeping monk grabbed the right arm of Maha Nie with his dragon claws, but the strength of his five fingers was not a sturdy way, but a feminine and lingering, like spring silk.

　　Immediately, Mahanai's right arm softened.

　　The sweeping monk pointed out again, pointing to the sea of ​​​​qi of Mahavira. Since the two have already fought, they must take down Mahavira in the shortest time.

　　Otherwise, the aftermath of the full-fledged fight between the two can shock and kill all the monks present.

　　He doesn't allow it!

　　As soon as he pointed halfway through, a confident smile appeared on Maha Nie's face, "Senior is too naive to want to control the evil like this."

　　Maha Nie's right arm bulged, and the strength of the empty space suddenly increased, and his right hand turned into a sword finger and poked at the empty door of the sweeping monk.

　　Like a blow from a poisonous snake.

　　The sweeping monk's body shook violently.

　　After one hit.

　　Maha Nie moved like a thunderbolt, and his hands flew up in an instant, just like the Buddha's twisting flowers, and his true energy condensed a delicate and moving flower on the other side.

　　"This flower is given to the seniors."

　　"you……"

　　The Sweeping Monk's heart was beating violently, and he looked at Maha Nie in disbelief. This was the Nianhua Finger, not the Nianhua Finger.

　　Puff puff! !

　　The blood-colored petals were as fierce as a crossbow in the army, hitting the key points of the sweeping monk's body, echoing the previous fingering.

　　The finger force, which seemed to be guarded, erupted from the body of the sweeping monk, and a blood mist emanated from his back, and Yu Jin broke through the air and killed a monk.

　　"Hey~~ Senior has many concerns, and it is a pity that he can't use his peerless martial arts with all his strength."

　　"puff!"

　　The sweeping monk vomited blood, and his face turned a little pale.

　　"The old man can't hold you, you go.".

Chapter 12

　　"Senior, farewell."

　　Maha Nie bowed his head lightly and walked quickly, the whole person turned into a huge swastika and walked through the air.

　　During the movement, the breath is so strong that the shock waves are rolling.