Master Kuzhu still had a compassionate expression, and he said with a solemn face: "Lord Mo's words are wrong. The monks do something and don't do anything. Since you have encountered it, if you don't do it, you will go against the Buddha in your heart. Amitabha, is the Mo donor doing it himself or is it a poor monk?"

Mo Qing was furious when he heard this, he was a great elder of the Demon Sect Holy Land, a highly respected existence in the Demon Sect Holy Land, but now he was directly threatened.

"Master Kuzhu, why is this?, my Demon Sect Holy Land has no grudge with your Kuzen Temple......" Mo Qing's face couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"If it weren't for the poor monk coming in time, I'm afraid that the poor monk's senior brother would have died at the hands of Lord Mo. How can it be said that there are no grievances? It's just that the monks are compassionate, and it is better to settle grievances than to settle them. Therefore, the poor monk only needs the ink donor to get rid of his own demonic nature. He definitely won't kill and ask for the life of Lord Mo. Master Kuzhu said.

"You-" Mo Qing rose up in annoyance and said, "Get rid of my own demonic nature? What's the difference between that and killing me?"

"This is the problem of Lord Mo himself. ”

Master Kuzhu spoke, his body moved, and the whole person rushed straight towards Mo Qing.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the green clothes fluttered, revealing a majestic momentum, a boundless general trend of Buddhism appeared out of thin air, condensed from the body of the bitter bamboo master, invisibly like a huge body of the ancient Buddha spread out the Buddha's palm, and suppressed to Mo Qing.

"Little Sage, you guys retreat quickly!"

Mo Qing's face changed drastically, he opened his mouth and shouted, and then Mo Qing urged his ancient martial arts with all his might, a wisp of sage breath diffused from him, he frantically operated his own strength, as a half-step martial saint realm, such strength was already extremely extraordinary in the ancient martial arts world, and under the strength of his own ancient martial arts, the power was extremely amazing, as if a volcano had erupted, spewing out terrifying energy.

Ye Junlang could imagine the terrifying feeling of momentum brought by Mo Qing's outburst.

However, neither he nor the Blood Slaughter and Bai Xian'er on the side were forced by any coercive momentum, and it was obvious that all of this was resisted by the invisible Dharma momentum that permeated from Master Kuzhu himself.

If it weren't for the general momentum of Master Kuzhu's own strength to resist the terrifying power under Mo Qing's full outburst, I was afraid that Ye Junlang would be able to stand under the crushing of this power except for him.

"Bald donkey, you are so forced, the old man fights with you!"

Mo Qing roared angrily, he urged all his strength, and his body rushed up violently, taking the lead in exiting towards the bitter bamboo master.

Rumble!

The fist that Mo Qing evolved shook this void, and the fist was filled with a lot of demonic energy, with a terrifying coercion in the diffuse, even if it was not a complete sage realm, just a fist with a wisp of sage breath inside, it contained an extremely terrifying demonic power, and a killing intent was diffuse, sweeping towards the bitter bamboo master who rushed over.

"Master Mo, what's the matter?"

Master Kuzhu sighed lightly, he had originally put his hands together, but at this time, the palm of his right hand was pushed forward horizontally.

A wave of ancient martial arts holy power was revealed, magnificent and grand, boundless, and there was a faint golden aura emerging, and the palm that looked extremely thin seemed to condense into the terrifying palm print that was devastating at this moment, and it went towards the front of the air, facing the fist of Mo Qing's initiative to attack and kill.

Bang!

Master Kuzhu's palm seemed to be slow, but in fact, it pushed up horizontally between the lightning and flint, and slapped on the fist that Mo Qing attacked, and it shook up a piercing impact.

That is the ancient martial saint power, the ancient martial saint power that can only be refined by the existence of the martial saint realm!

And then—

"Wow-"

Mo Qing opened his mouth suddenly, coughing up a mouthful of blood directly from his mouth, and his whole person was even more like being struck by lightning, his body shook violently, and he kept retreating backwards.

His fists seemed to be deformed, and he didn't know how heavy the force was being suppressed.

The thin palm seemed to be unstoppable, and it was still pushing forward like a bamboo, until it was finally imprinted on Mo Qing's chest.

Bang!

Mo Qing's whole person immediately flew upside down, and there was a burst of "click" sound of broken chest in his chest, and blood spurted out of his mouth again, obviously suffering extremely heavy injuries.

This is the power of the strongest blow of the Martial Saint Realm powerhouse.

Even a half-step Martial Saint would be unable to resist in the face of this all-out blow.

Ye Junlang was completely stunned, he knew that this monk who inexplicably called him his senior brother was extremely extraordinary, but he had never seen this old monk's strength be so strong.

With a seemingly easy and casual blow, he severely injured a terrifying powerhouse like Mo Qing.

Martial Saint!

These two words immediately popped up in Ye Junlang's mind.

The strength of this old monk is definitely the Martial Saint Realm, because he can sense the general trend that Master Kuzhu himself has condensed, and he has also sensed this feeling when he saw Old Man Ye's move in Longfeng Village.

"It's good to be able to withstand a blow from a poor monk. Lord Mo, let's see if you can resist this second palm. Master Kuzhu spoke, and the whole person rushed towards Mo Qing again.

Mo Qing was so angry in his heart that he kept vomiting blood, he really wanted to scold his mother.

This old monk doesn't say anything cruel, a set of Buddhist family people are compassionate, so that people can't refute it if they want to, but the shot is absolutely unambiguous, basically the kind that fights to the death.

If this is slapped by the second palm, with his current situation, the immortal martial arts will definitely be abolished.

Just as Master Kuzhu's body spread and chased after Mo Qing, a cold voice that looked old and hoarse floated from afar-

"Bitter monks, monks are compassionate. This palm of yours is enough for Mo Qing to take half a year to recover from his injuries, so why bother approaching step by step and forcing him into a desperate situation? The punishment of this palm is also enough. ”

Hearing this voice, Master Kuzhu paused suddenly, he turned his head to look into the depths of the reckless mountain forest on the left, the old eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his own momentum also skyrocketed, like an angry-eyed Buddha.

After a while, Master Kuzhu folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha! Since the god benefactor came forward, the poor monk withdrew this second palm. If he doesn't change his demonic nature in the future, the poor monk can only be the king of the earth and the bodhisattva who 'hell is not empty, and he vows not to become a Buddha'. ”

After that, Master Kuzhu walked to Ye Junlang's side and said, "Senior brother, this matter is over, let's go first." The poor monk had nothing to do now, so he accompanied his senior brother for a while and chatted. ”

"Well, of course that's fine. ”

Ye Junlang came back to his senses, he smiled and said.

What are you kidding, let's not talk about why this old monk calls him a senior brother, with the unfathomable strength of the old monk, having him with him is equivalent to having a free super bodyguard.

Who would dare to act recklessly along the way?

Those ghosts and ghosts hidden in the shadows must retreat, and they dare not get close.