The mountain behind Shaolin has sparse vegetation and a desolate look. Under the rustling wind, the three pine trees look even more desolate.
These three pine trees stand in the shape of a Chinese character, no more than ten feet tall. Under each pine tree, there is an old monk sitting upright, as if he is meditating with his eyes closed, his face is bitter, and it is indescribably weird.
Shaolin's three crossings are to overcome difficulties, to overcome disasters and to overcome tribulations.
Since these three people were defeated by Yang Dingtian, the leader of Mingjiao thirty years ago, they have returned to Shaolin. They have been sitting in Kuzen in the back mountain for thirty years. Among the Shaolin monks, they know where they are.
There are also very few.
Thirty years later, today, the next generation of Mingjiao leader comes again. The world has changed like this.
Kongwen led the way, and Taiyuan came with a group of people. Not long after, he saw the figure of Sandu, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"He is worthy of being Shaolin Sandu, the top master in the world. The three of them are connected with each other, their minds are connected, and their inner strength is vast. It should not be underestimated."
Taiyuan's eyes were sharp, and with just one glance, he could see some details about Shaolin Sandu. These three people were undoubtedly the most powerful masters he had seen in the world of Yitian, besides Zhang Sanfeng.
The auras of the three old monks were dim and indistinct, as if they were there or not. If you didn't know how to see them, you wouldn't believe that there were people under these three pine trees.
These three people have reached the pinnacle of mastery of their own auras. With deep thoughts and deep thoughts, Taiyuan faintly noticed that there seemed to be clouds lingering above the three people's heavenly gates, and there was a vague sense of connection with the surrounding heaven and earth.
Intermittently, this is the martial arts realm where Rendu has penetrated and sensed the profound entrance. There is only one step left to truly step into the innate path and achieve the master's martial arts.
Just as he was deep in thought, Kong Wen over there had already told everything that happened in Shaolin today with a dejected look. Suddenly, on the isolated peak of the back mountain, the atmosphere was dull, the rain was about to come, and the atmosphere of Shaolin Sandu was
There was a wave of fluctuation, and the state of mind that had been in meditation for thirty years was broken in an instant.
This was not because the three of them were unstable, but because what Kong Wen said was too shocking, and Shaolin's losses were too heavy. Seven or eight eminent monks of Kong's generation were all destroyed in Taiyuan's hands, even the most powerful ones in Shaolin.
The temple-protecting formation and the one hundred and eight Arhat formations were defeated by one person. This was so shocking. Although these three old monks felt as if their hearts were at peace, they had not reached the state where all four elements were empty. Shaolin suffered such a catastrophe, which made them indifferent.
It's impossible anyway.
"You are Taiyuan, the leader of the Ming Cult!"
A sharp gaze fell on Taiyuan like lightning, and an old, cold shout came.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Taiyuan's mind was condensed, and he came back from his meditation, looking at Shaolin Sandu calmly and indifferently.
"Shaolin Sandu? It's really good skills, but it's a pity that after thirty years of meditation, you still can't achieve the innate way. Your achievements in this life will end here. The poor way is Taiyuan, the leader of Mingjiao. You still treat me as the Golden Retriever Lion King."
Let Xie Xun out."
Taiyuan's voice was curling and drifting, everywhere, and under the gloomy sky, it added a bit of mystery.
"Okay, okay, what a Ming Cult, what a Ming Cult leader, Xie Xun is imprisoned in this dungeon by us, if you want to rescue him, then please take action, Shaolin Sandu, come and learn the martial arts of the demon sect from you
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A skinny old monk, blind in one eye and with a gloomy face, was Du'e among the three crossings. One of his eyes was injured on the hand of Yang Dingtian, the previous leader of the Ming sect. Over the past thirty years, this
The hatred of destroying his eyes was always in his mind. Today, Mingjiao caused heavy losses to Shaolin. At this time, the old monk's tone was filled with a bit of gloomy murderous intent.
This kind of situation is completely unlike the appearance of an enlightened monk, full of anger and resentment.
Kong Wen stood aside with a gloomy look. Today, Shaolin's prestige has been ruined. As the abbot of Shaolin, one can imagine the resentment in his heart. What he wants at this moment is to let Shaolin Sandu completely kill Taiyuan here, so that he can save it.
Some Shaolin's reputation, otherwise after today, Shaolin's reputation will definitely plummet. Such things are completely intolerable to him.
"That's fine, I'm going to see what magical powers you three have today."
Taiyuan smiled softly and stepped into the arena step by step. Thirty-six steps later, he was already standing in the center of three pine trees. The location was clever and mysterious. It was the place where Shaolin's Sandu attack was most powerful, and it was also the place where the three people's energy converged.
place.
"Leader!"
"Master, no, there is something strange about these three old monks!"
Yin Tianzheng and others followed Taiyuan. Seeing how easily he stepped into the circle surrounded by three people, they all exclaimed.
They are all the top masters in the world today, and they have good vision. Although Shaolin Sandu has not taken action yet, the heavy and solemn aura has already made them understand that the martial arts of these three old monks are superb.
No small matter.
Even though they had absolute confidence in Taiyuan, these three old monks were not vegetarians. It was too dangerous for one person to fight against the three of them, so they quickly spoke to stop them.
"You don't need to say much, the martial arts of Shaolin Sandu are extraordinary.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page), Pindao is about to compete with them!"
Taiyuan's clear and clear voice was still neither slow nor slow, and seemed to have an invincible spirit of being unfazed by the collapse of the sky and conquering the world, which made people feel heartbroken.
"Okay, okay, the three poor monks were defeated by the leader of your demon sect back then. I didn't expect that they would be able to learn the martial arts of the demon sect again thirty years later. Taiyuan, the poor monk is still looking forward to this battle. I can't help but look forward to this battle."
The hatred is about to fall on you, but it is a pity that Yang Dingtian has disappeared without a trace, and Lao Na and others have spent thirty years of meditation and cannot fight with him again!"
Du Ersen said something indifferently, and immediately fell silent. He, Du Nan, and Du Jie looked at each other. With their minds connected, they already knew what each other was thinking without the need for words.
"Let's do it! The Diamond Subduing Demon Circle of the three of you can be said to be the most unpredictable stunt in Shaolin. The poor Taoist is very happy to see it, so I'm here to learn it today!"
"I will never let Master Taiyuan down!"
Every word spoken by both sides was as resounding as iron. As soon as the words fell, there was silence for a moment. There seemed to be a layer of invisible airflow in the void that began to stir. The air was faintly distorted and the figures were blurred. Everyone dozens of meters away could feel this.
There seemed to be a layer of smoke rising from the area, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.
Such a weird and mysterious sight is truly rare in the martial arts world.
"The Diamond Subduing Demon Circle? So that's it. These three old monks actually practiced the Diamond Subdue Demon Circle. This is very bad!"
On the Mingjiao side, several masters gathered together and stared at the two sides confronting each other without blinking. Yin Tianzheng suddenly let out a soft cry, and his expression changed slightly.
"What? King Eagle, is there any mystery behind this diamond-subduing demon circle?"
Wei Yixiao asked quietly from the side.
"This Diamond Subduing Demon Circle is a profound skill of Shaolin, which is both martial arts and formation. According to what they said, this Shaolin Sandu has been here for thirty years, and seeing that their auras are connected, it is obvious that
They are already connected with each other. When one person moves his mind and his mind is clear, the other two will immediately understand. With the cooperation of these three people, there is almost no flaw, which is extremely terrifying. Although the leader is profound in martial arts, he has reached an incredible level.
But facing this diamond-subduing demon circle, there may be some dangers, so let’s just wait and see, and if there are any changes, we will immediately help.”
Several masters of the Mingjiao nodded repeatedly. After hearing what Yin Tianzheng said about the mystery of the diamond-conquering demon circle, they also felt the seriousness of the matter. They did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and looked at the earth-shattering battle in front of them with burning eyes.