Master Kuzhu still looked compassionate and said with a solemn expression: "My donor is not saying this. Monks do something and do something. Since they have met it, if they don't do it, they will go against the Buddha in their hearts. Amitabha Buddha, is Mo donor doing it himself or is I monk doing it?"
Mo Qing was furious when he heard this. He was a great elder of the Holy Land of the Demon Sect. He was now under direct threats.
"Why is Master Kuzhu? My Holy Land of the Demon Sect and your Kuchan Temple have no grudges..." Mo Qing's face couldn't help but say something angrily.
"If I hadn't arrived in time, I was afraid that my senior brother would have died at the hands of the donor Mo. How could I say that there was no grudge? However, monks are compassionate and enemies should be resolved rather than formed. Therefore, I could only get rid of my own demonic nature. I would definitely not kill any animals to take Mo's donor Mo's life." Master Kuzhu said.
"You—" Mo Qing was angry and said, "Eliminate my own demonic nature? Just say that I can destroy my martial arts. What's the difference between this and killing me?"
"This is Mo's own problem."
Master Kuzhu spoke, and his body moved, and rushed straight towards Mo Qingji.
It seemed as if the wind was rising, the blue clothes fluttered, exuding a majestic momentum, and a great momentum of endless Buddhism appeared out of thin air, condensed from Master Kuzhu's body, invisibly like an ancient Buddha with a huge body spreading out his Buddha's palm, and suppressing Mo Qing.
"Little Saint, you retreat!"
Mo Qing's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly. Then Mo Qing urged his ancient martial arts power with all his strength. A wisp of a saint's breath spread out from him. He frantically circulated his own strength. As a half-step Martial Saint Realm, his strength was already extremely extraordinary in the ancient martial arts world. Under the power of his ancient martial arts with all his strength, the power was extremely amazing, as if a volcano exploded, emitting terrifying energy.
Ye Junlang could even imagine the terrifying aura that Mo Qing brought with him such an explosion.
However, neither he nor the Xue Tu and Bai Xian'er were forced by any pressure. It was obvious that all this was blocked by the invisible Buddhist trend that spread out from Master Kuzhu himself.
If Master Kuzhu himself had not blocked the terrifying power that Mo Qing had exploded with all his strength, I am afraid that no one would be able to stand under the crushing of this power, except for Ye Junlang.
"Bald donkey, you are so slapped, I'm fighting with you!"
Mo Qing roared, and he activated his full strength, rushed up suddenly, and took the lead in looking towards Master Kuzhu.
boom!
The boxing momentum evolved from Mo Qing shocked the void, and the boxing momentum was filled with a lot of demonic energy, with terrifying pressure. Even if it was not a complete saint domain, it was just a boxing momentum containing a saint aura, and it contained an extremely terrifying demonic power. A murderous intent was spreading, sweeping towards Master Kuzhu who was rushing towards him.
"Why is this trouble with Donor Mo?"
Master Kuzhu sighed softly. He had already clasped his hands together, and then his right hand suddenly pushed forward with a palm.
A stream of ancient martial arts saint's power was revealed, magnificent and grand, boundless, and a faint golden aura was emerging. The extremely thin palm seemed to condense into the terrifying palm print that was destroyed and destroyed, and it broke into the air forward, facing Mo Qing's fist that took the initiative to attack and attack.
Bang!
Master Kuzhu's palm seemed slow, but in fact it pushed up in a flash, and then slapped Mo Qing's fist attack and shocked a harsh force.
That is the ancient martial holy power, which is tempered by only the existence of the Martial Saint Realm!
Immediately afterwards-
"Wow--"
Mo Qing opened his mouth suddenly and coughed out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. His whole body was shocked violently, and he kept retreating.
His fists seemed to have been deformed, and he didn't know how heavy the pressure was under.
The thin palm seemed to be blocked by nothing, and was still pushing forward like a bamboo shoot, until the palm was finally printed on Mo Qing's chest.
Bang!
Mo Qing immediately flew backwards, and bursts of "cracking" sounds of broken sternum in his chest, and blood spurted out from his mouth again, obviously suffering extremely heavy injuries.
This is the power of the strongest attack of the Martial Saint Realm.
Even the half-step Martial Saint had no way to resist this full-strength attack.
Ye Junlang was completely stunned. He knew that the monk who inexplicably called him his senior brother was extremely extraordinary, but this old monk had never been so powerful.
With a seemingly easy and easy blow, he seriously injured a terrifying powerful man like Mo Qing.
Martial Saint!
These two words immediately appeared in Ye Junlang's mind.
The strength of this old monk is definitely in the Martial Saint Realm, because he can sense the general trend that Master Kuzhu himself condensed. He also sensed this feeling when he saw Old Man Ye take action in Longfeng Village.
"It's good to be able to withstand the attack of Miss Monk. Donor Mo, let's see if you can withstand this second palm." Master Kuzhu spoke, and rushed towards Mo Qingji again.
Mo Qing was so angry that he kept vomiting blood. He really wanted to scold his mother.
This old monk didn't say anything harsh. He had a set of Buddhist words that made people unable to refute it even if they wanted to refute it, but he was absolutely unambiguous in his actions, and he was basically the kind of attack that was to be killed.
If he slapped the second palm, he would definitely be destroyed if he didn't die.
Just as Master Kuzhu spread his body and chased Mo Qing, a cold and hoarse voice floating from afar—
"Monkey, monks are compassionate. Your palm is enough to make Mo Qing recover from his injuries after half a year. Why should he approach him step by step and force him into a desperate situation? The punishment for this palm is enough."
Hearing this sound, Master Kuzhu suddenly stopped. He turned his head to look deep into the vast mountain forest on the left. The old eyes suddenly shone with splendor, and his aura also surged, like a angrily Buddha.
After a while, Master Kuzhu folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha! It turns out that he is the God Donor. Since the God Donor comes forward, I will take back this second palm. If the demonic nature remains unchanged in the future, I will have to be the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who is "not empty in hell, and will not become a Buddha."
After saying that, Master Kuzhu walked towards Ye Junlang and said, "Senior Brother, this matter is over, let's leave first. I have nothing to do now, so I will accompany my senior brother for a while and have a chat."
"Then, of course that's fine."
Ye Junlang came to his senses and said with a smile.
What a joke, let alone why this old monk called him a senior brother. With the unfathomable strength of the old monk, having him with him was equivalent to having a free-level bodyguard.
Who dares to act rashly along the way?
Those monsters and demons hidden in the dark must retreat and dare not get close to each other.