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Old Shou intended to delay the monks of Qingliang Temple here.

However, Master Mingguan’s attack was extraordinary.

In the entire Divine Lands, a twelfth level Martial King was second only to Master Mingjue, and was above the abbots of Huayan Temple and Ksitigarbha Zen Temple.

If the Demon Monk Mingfa didn’t use his ultimate killing move, Step by Step Hell, he wouldn’t be a match for Master Mingguan.

The abbot of the number one Buddhist temple in the Divine Lands was displaying the Mahayana Bodhi Divine Fist that was passed down from the Qingliang Temple. His heart was like a clear mirror, untainted by dust, and his wisdom was as clear as Bodhi.

While the enemy could not detect his thoughts, he could reflect every minute change in his opponent’s mind.

Old Shou had the Red Moon Sky Claw and the Taiyin Sun- breaking Claw, two unique skills. He was very powerful, but he couldn’t gain an advantage in front of Master Mingguan.

Master Mingguan didn’t take the initiative to attack. He only displayed the subtleties of the Buddhist martial arts. The glazed Buddha light spread across the world, forcing Old Shou to retreat.

The others from Qingliang Temple took the opportunity to retreat.

One of the old monks was carrying a boy who was about two or three years old.

The boy’s eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

They crossed the wide river downstream and then rushed toward the mountain on the other side, crossing the mountains and preparing to leave.

Right at this moment, the mountain suddenly lit up with Buddhist light.

They were of the same origin as the monks who had evacuated, and they were all direct descendants of the orthodox Buddhist teachings and Zen martial arts of Qingliang Temple.

However, at this moment, they were fighting against each other.

The Buddha’s light manifested the image of an Eight-armed Arhat. It was mighty and grand. Eight Buddhist staffs struck at the monks of Qingliang Temple from all directions.

The old monk holding the boy chanted a Buddhist chant in a low voice,

Mingjing, you are really stubborn.”

The person who blocked the way of the monks of Qingliang Temple was naturally Elder Mingjing.

At this moment, facing his former fellow disciples, he was not anxious. “It’s the same for everyone. Everyone has their own beliefs.”

Beside the old monk, a middle-aged monk who was almost two meters tall in a kasaya shouted angrily, “”How dare you, vile creature!”

The middle-aged monk also revealed his Arhat Form and immediately fought with Elder Mingjing.

Elder Mingjing was previously injured by Xie Xingmang of the Sword Pavilion in Shu Prefecture.

On the way back from Shu Prefecture to the headquarters of the Demonic Sect, he had fought with the enemy repeatedly. Without air conditioning, Elder Mingjing’s injuries had not recovered.

Elder Mingjing was currently facing the number one expert of Qingliang

Temple’s Middle Generation, the head of Arhat Hall, Zen Master Zhichen.

The two Arhats clashed and the one who was forced to retreat was Elder Mingjing.

Zen Master Zhi Chen took a step forward.

His tall body gave off a mountain-like pressure.

“This Penniless Monk will clean up the sect today!”

He waved his staff, and the huge Arhat Form did the same.

Elder Mingjing, who was injured, did not dare to take it head-on. The monk staff in his hand turned soft and gentle, deflecting the opponent’s attack to the side.

Amidst the earth-shattering sound, a mountain peak on the bank of the river collapsed from Zen Master Zhi Chen’s staff.

Zen Master Zhi Chen’s attacks didn’t stop as he struck out with his staff.

Elder Mingjing could only give in.

“Martial Nephew Zhi Chen, don’t linger in battle. According to the abbot’s orders, we should leave this place as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, I’m afraid more devils will come looking for us.” The old monk who was carrying the child said.

Although Zen Master Zhi Chen was unwilling, he suppressed the fire in his heart and forced Elder Mingjing to retreat again. He planned to retreat with the others.

However, at this moment, everyone’s vision suddenly blurred.

Looking closely, a disheveled youth appeared out of nowhere in the crowd. The young man smiled innocently and sincerely.”Little Yuan and you guys have to stay. You can’t leave.”

The monks of Qingliang Temple were shocked.

“Demon brat?” Zen Master Zhi Chen waved his staff and struck the youth’s head.

At the moment of the attack, the abbot, Master Mingguan, shouted anxiously from afar, “”Leave your men behind!”

Zen Master Zhi Chen was shocked.

He felt that the abbot was not talking to him, but to the youth in front of him.

Then, he suddenly thought of someone.

However, just as she thought of this, the young man in front of her stretched out his hand.

His movements were simple and unadorned.

It was a straight punch.

He didn’t even appear to condense his martial will.

An ordinary punch had pierced through Zen Master Zhi Chen’s Arhat Form.

Golden light flashed, and the Arhat, who was several feet tall, froze on the spot.

There was a hole in his chest and abdomen, running from the front to the back. The young man’s fist was like an indestructible spear. The terrifying sharpness was concentrated at the tip of the spear and pierced through the Arhat Form before stabbing toward Zen Master Zhi Chen.

Zen Master Zhi Chen turned pale with fright and subconsciously raised his staff in front of his chest.

However, the heavy monk staff made of the Hundred Refined Gold Essence was as fragile as a withered branch at this moment, breaking at the touch.

The young man’s fist was effortless. After breaking the monk staff, it struck Zen Master Zhi Chen’s chest.

Then, just like how he had pierced through the Arhat Form, his spear-like fist pierced through Zen Master Zhi Chen’s chest and back.

Before the monks of Qingliang Monastery could even recover from their shock, the head of their Arhat Hall, the tenth realm Martial King of Buddhism, Zhi Chen, was already hanging by a thread.

The only person who could react in time was the abbot, Master Mingguan, the Venerable Dujie.

The moment the young man’s fist broke the monk staff, a lotus appeared beneath the feet of the great Buddha formed by the flood in the distance. It rushed over in a few large strides and struck down with its palm, wanting to save Zen Master Zhi Chen.

The nearly hundred-meter-tall Buddha rushed over with an imposing manner that could topple mountains and overturn seas, covering the sky and the sun.

However, the youth raised his other hand and a hole appeared in the Buddha’s palm.

The vigorous aura was instantly completely released.

The hundred-meter-tall Buddha staggered backward. The glazed light on its body kept shaking. The river water that condensed its body was difficult to stabilize and kept falling down as if it was raining heavily.

The young man’s right hand remained in Zen Master Zhi Chen’s chest. Then, he brought his body and appeared in front of the old monk like a ghost.

With a grab of his left hand, the child in the old monk’s arms was carried over.

The monks of the Qingliang Temple could not keep up with his speed at all. They were all shocked at this moment.

The young man didn’t continue to attack. He just smiled at the child in his arms.

Zen Master Zhi Chen gasped for his last breath as he stared at the young face in front of him.

“You…? . su Ye?”

Su Ye smiled kindly at him.

The right hand that was stabbed into the other party’s chest trembled.

Then, Zen Master Zhi Chen’s entire body split into pieces and exploded into a bloody mist.

The blood mist flew backward and landed on a mountain peak.

On the surface of the mountain, there was a picture made of blood.

Su Ye retracted his right hand that was not stained with blood. He put his hand under the shade and looked at the painting on the mountain peak. He whistled. “Big brother, come and take a look. This is even better than my previous work!”

Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng, Jin Gang, and the others appeared.

“Pay attention to Little Yuan!” Su Wei shouted angrily.

Su Ye turned around.

The Buddha formed by the river water completely dissipated.

In its place was a golden Buddha that was about 180 feet tall.

Although it was smaller than the Buddha formed by the river water, it was more condensed and powerful.

Master Mingguan looked at the blood-stained mountain peak in the distance with a sorrowful expression..