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Jiuligang, Hufu.

The cold and demonic aura collapsed, and the peaceful Buddha light also disappeared, but the air was no longer cold on a winter night, but a warm wind was blowing, which made people's hearts clear, as if they wanted to forget all earthly distractions.

Shaolin Inheritance!One hundred and eight stunts!

This is a bit shocking, more than 5,400 years ago, Buddhism was first established, Shaolin opened the temple, but 18 stunts, 36 after a thousand years, another 1,000 years, 49, and now more than 5,400 years have passed, there has been a full 108 number.

Shaolin one hundred and eight stunts are powerful in the world, Buddhism is scattered, as far as the four countries, martial arts has reached a peak now, and can be included in the list of Shaolin one hundred and eight stunts, are at least first-class martial arts, many of which are top martial arts, but also directly point to the Yuan Shen Avenue, and even set foot in the supreme realm of the fate of the sky.

"This is the Demon Clan?"

At this time, several Jianghu guests saw that in the ravine of the palm print, a middle-aged man had bent muscles, angry eyes, and a short body, if it wasn't for the cold demonic aura, it looked no different from ordinary humans, the only difference was that he coughed up blood, the blood was dark black, and it was gray-blue cold.

"Shaolin's little bald donkey, bamboo cane, mango shoes, wine gourd, strong King Kong palm Qiankun, what a drunken monk Mingjue little monk! I hid from you for 300 miles, but I was still caught up. ”

The middle-aged man of the demon clan gritted his teeth, and soon showed a hideous smile, he coughed up blood and was seriously injured, but he didn't care, and said: "The saints of my demon clan will eventually return, the bald donkeys of Shaolin, you will be the first to be swept away, and the Buddhism in this world should be damned!"

The little monk was slightly drunk, and he didn't care, but his eyes lit up a little, and he muttered: "The old monk refuses the little monk to drink, and the Buddha doesn't want to eat or take a bath? ”

Su Qinian's eyes flashed with a strange look, this little Shaolin monk is really bold, even the Buddha dares to joke, with such an apprentice, I am afraid that this master will not have a day of peace.

The old man of the Hu family couldn't cry or laugh, and as for a few Jianghu guests, they also had strange faces and slandered their stomachs, this is a Shaolin disciple?

seemed to notice that the atmosphere was wrong, the little monk coughed dryly, his eyes stared, and there was a bit of solemnity, such as Su Qinian, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"A demon soldier, too, is not ashamed, go to the Buddha's treasure gourd to repent. ”

The little monk reprimanded, he took off the bright yellow wine gourd with one hand, and the mouth of the gourd was aligned, and the demon man's expression suddenly changed greatly, but then, an irresistible and unforged force imprisoned him entirely.

Su Qinian showed a look of surprise, the scene in front of him was a little beyond his imagination, this demon man seemed to be pulled and suspended by an invisible force, and he could see his twisted and hideous face struggling hard.

Burst!

The clothes were torn, and in an instant, the body of the demon man began to change, his arms turned into slender fins like fish, and his legs were brought together, becoming a pitch-black fish tail with a length of black scales, which were cast like molten iron.

"A fish turned into a demon?"

Mao Jiu's eyes widened, and several Jianghu guests also widened their eyes, for a small person like them, even demon beasts have not seen it a few times, let alone the real demon clan.

"It's not a fish! it's the Kunyu clan of the demon clan!"

The black-robed young man said in a deep voice, his eyes flashed, I see, no wonder this demon has such a cold true qi.

"There seems to be a mention of this race in the "Demon Sutra", "Su Qinian also frowned, his spiritual power was running, and the forty-nine volumes of the "Demon Sutra" he had read in the past were vivid, "The Kunyu clan is the bloodline descendants of the demon emperor Kunpeng, and for more than 5,000 years, there have been many supreme demon kings, and they can barely be regarded as the top demon clan." ”

As soon as he thought of this, Su Qinian was a little surprised, the Kunyu clan has produced many strong people in the past generations, and the clan is scarce, once he becomes an adult, even if he does not have internal strength, he can even fit the world independently, open up the dantian, and nurture the true qi of the inner family, but in his opinion, this demon is somewhat unworthy of the name.

Looking at the little monk again, Su Qinian had some guesses, most of them were not that the demon soldiers of the Kunyu clan were not strong, but that they had been injured before, so they needed to use the so-called Tianyin Qi of this Hufu boy to repair the injured body, and take this opportunity to make another breakthrough, and go further.

From this point of view, he took advantage of it, otherwise if this demon was in his heyday, even if he comprehended the true meaning of the Yang Seeking Finger, he might not be able to make a contribution with one blow.

A kunyu can be five feet long, with a long beard like two steel whips, a large mouth and deep teeth, but now it is a little embarrassed, dark black blood gurgling from its mouth.

"Close!"

The little monk reprimanded again, and the kun became smaller and smaller, and in a moment there was only the size of a palm, and after half a breath, only the size of a peanut was left, and it looked like it was about to be taken in by the wine gourd.

"The yin wind is drinking, the soul is free, it is really the most free Kunyu!

Without the slightest warning, a voice sounded, and at the same time, a dark purple sword light was bright, like a swimming snake, flickering in the void, and the peanut-sized kun was pierced and disappeared immediately.

"The little monk snatches food in his mouth, and the Buddha crosses your grandma!"

Mingjue little monk looked at the empty wine gourd, he was furious, his face was full of redness and instantly dispersed, his eyes opened, like an inextinguishable green lamp lit on the spiritual mountain, the next moment, everyone saw a flower, the little monk disappeared.

Thundered!

There seemed to be thunder rolling, flying sand and stones, the entire Hu Mansion seemed to be in the center of the storm, Su Qiannian stood on his heels, and his spiritual power was released, but he quickly retracted to the three feet around his body, because at this moment there were two balls of blood in the outside world, and it seemed that two boiling furnaces were shaking in the void, and that kind of scorching heat could almost melt gold and iron, even if his spiritual power entered the second level of the "Ecstasy Dafa", it was more condensed than before, and he could not get close.

Only by eyesight!

The spiritual power gathered his eyes, Su Qinian barely saw through the wind and sand in front of him, and saw that on the roof not far away, the little monk Yue's white monk's clothes were lightly raised, and the treasure was solemn in the moonlight, as if he was a monk who had attained the Tao, and a faint layer of gold floated on his body.

At this moment, he raised his palm, his knuckles became crystalline, he palmed the sky, as if the four directions of heaven and earth were in his hand, his palm was like a whirlpool, and the surrounding air collapsed to the middle at a rapid speed, and then pressed it forward with a palm.

Moonlight, roof, the little monk's palm seems to be wrapped in the whole heaven and earth pressed down, such a majesty makes Su Qinian's heart agitated, if the original Jinguang Zhenren and Qingyang Sword fought like a god in the conquest, then the confrontation in front of him is the pinnacle of the world, although Su Qiannian still feels small, but can see some of the reality clearly, this shock is more soaked in the soul.

At this time, on the roof opposite the little monk, there sat a scholar with soft eyebrows and eyes, a yellow complexion, and a sickly look, he held a dark purple four-foot long sword in one hand, and a purple-black gourd in one hand. ”

Recite!

As he spoke, the long sword in the scholar's hand shook, and the sword was like thunder in the sky, and the sword light was like a lightning bolt in the night, illuminating the prosperity of the world in an instant.

There was a loud bang, accompanied by a burst of blazing light, Su Qinian could no longer see it, only felt that two terrifying true qi were colliding, the edges of the sword were intertwined, the Sanskrit sang bursts, and the shadow of the Buddha was hidden.

When the wind and sand settled, there was no longer a figure of the two of them, only thunder rolling in the distance, and farther away, there was no trace anymore.

The whole Jiuligang was alarmed, the villagers carefully opened the corner of the window, some naughty children scrambled to peek out, some saw nothing, some were shocked, they were excited, stretched out their hands to gesture, as if the figure flying in the air like the wind was their own.

Hu Mansion.

Mao Jiu and a few Jianghu guests left quickly, and several people were ashamed, and when they left, they looked at each other, and decided to rot all the experiences of today in their stomachs, and no one said anything.

The black-robed young man returned to his cold arrogance, but when he left, he glanced at Su Qinian deeply, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally chose to leave alone. (It's late to get off work, it's even late, forgive me, the weekend must be normal, ask for recommendation ticket support, new book friends collect.) ）