Monks like Huikong all came from Buddhism in the West.
Each of them is an outstanding monk in their respective temple.
In addition to their profound Buddhist teachings, each of them also has very strong martial arts cultivation.
To practice Buddhism, one must practice martial arts.
This is a common sense among Buddhists.
After all, if Buddhists are walking outside without cultivation, if they encounter difficulties, they will not only be unable to save others, but they will also be unable to save themselves.
Therefore, Buddhists attach great importance to cultivation.
Huikong is a master in the Dan Condensation Realm, comparable to the elders among the three major sects.
The other monks are also similar.
The power that a dozen or so Buddhist masters at the Dan Condensing Realm can unleash when they gather together is naturally extraordinary.
But facing an army of millions, even a dozen or so masters of condensation are just a small boat on the sea, unable to capsize any waves.
But Huikong and others are not afraid.
They would rather use their lives to protect the safety of the Son on the mountain.
They even think it is an honor.
To die for the Holy Son of Buddhism is enough for them to embrace the Buddha's arms completely.
"I don't know whether to live or die, cum for me!"
Zhao Jingming snorted coldly and immediately gave the order.
For a while.
Thousands of arrows fired!
A vast rain of arrows came towards the monks overwhelmingly.
Huikong clasped his hands together, and behind him, King Fudou Ming suddenly jumped into the air.
Dang Dang Dang!!!
The arrows hit Fudo Mingou's body, but they were unable to move him at all and fell down one after another.
The other monks also used their own methods to withstand this dense rain of arrows.
But it blocked the first wave.
There is a second wave.
"It seems that the cultivation level of these monks is not low, so just use the spell-breaking arrows!"
Wu Sanjing said coldly.
Soon, the soldiers were equipped with a special kind of arrows.
The arrow head of this kind of arrow is completely black and seems to be engraved with some strange lines.
The entire arrow contains an extraordinary aura.
Spell-breaking arrow!
It is a kind of arrow specially designed to deal with cultivators. It is made of special material and is engraved with a formation to eliminate spiritual energy. >
"put!"
Wu Sanjing gave the order and shot out the spell-breaking arrows in unison.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The spell-breaking arrows roared in.
Huikong and other monks did not know the magic-breaking arrow at all.
They were born in the peaceful Buddhism of the Western Realm. They have never experienced war at all, and they have no idea that there are such things as magic-breaking arrows in the world.
Until the spell-breaking arrow arrives.
Only then did they realize something was wrong.
Boom boom boom boom!!!
The power of the spell-breaking arrows was astonishing, and the methods used by the monks were destroyed one after another.
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"This is no ordinary arrow!"
All the monks were frightened and quickly retreated.
"kill!!!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jingming immediately ordered an attack and kill.
In an instant, the cavalry began to charge, waving their swords and charging towards the monks.
Huikong and others fought hard to resist.
For a while.
Rivers of blood flowed under Fuyun Mountain.
Everyone in Huikong is fearless. Although they are unable to deal with magic-breaking arrows, they still have an absolute advantage against ordinary soldiers.
Although Buddhism prohibits killing.
But it does not mean that killing is prohibited at any time.
Especially at this time, Huikong and others will not show any mercy.
"These monks are quite powerful. Each of them has the cultivation level of Dan Condensation Realm!"
Zhao Jingming was a little surprised.
"They are indeed powerful, but it's a pity that their number is too small. If there were more than a hundred, we really might not be able to take down this mountain."
Wu Sanjing said.
"Then the Holy Son of Buddhism is on the mountain, is it really okay for us to do this? If the Holy Son of Buddhism is a powerful person, I'm afraid we will get burned."
Sun Zhao was still a little worried.
From the beginning, he didn't really want to provoke Buddhist people.
Different from Zhao Jingming and Wu Sanjing.
Sun Zhao once saw the power of Buddhist people.
He was an old Buddhist monk who traveled far and wide and once came to the Fengwu Dynasty.
Sun Zhao, who was still a young general at the time, saw with his own eyes that the old Buddhist monk knocked down more than a dozen strong men from the Fengwu Dynasty to the ground with a casual gesture.
Even any means could not cause any harm to the old Buddhist monk.
That scene deeply shocked young Sun Zhao.
So far... .??.
Sun Zhao was deeply afraid of Buddhist people.
At this moment, Sun Zhao felt a little scared when he heard that the Buddhist saint was in the mountain.
Although there are millions of troops behind him.
But the title of the Holy Son of Buddhism is really a bit scary.
"What's there to be afraid of? That Buddhist saint doesn't even dare to show his face, but lets these monks stay at the foot of the mountain to die. Do you think he can be an expert?"
Zhao Jingming looked disdainful.
Sun Zhao frowned.
Not arguing.
But I always had a bad feeling in my heart.
I always feel like something bad will happen.
at this time.
The monks in front of the Shaolin Temple were already at a disadvantage.
Although they are very powerful, ordinary soldiers are not worth mentioning in their eyes.
But I can't stand the crowd.
No matter how hard they kill, they can't kill all the people in Wuyang Wuyang.
soon.
The spiritual energy of Huikong and others began to fail.
puff!!!
A monk was accidentally injured by a spear, and his fighting power was suddenly greatly reduced.
Roar!!!
Seeing this, Huikong didn't hesitate.
The Buddhist lion's roar was suddenly unleashed.
The lion's roar shook the sky.
Suddenly, the soldiers around him fell to the ground in pain.
The monks were able to relieve stress.
But Huikong's face was pale and a little shaky.
The power of the Buddhist lion's roar is indeed astonishing.
But the consumption of monks is also huge.
Originally Huikong could still hold on for a while. But in order to save fellow practitioners, he was forced to use the lion's roar.
At this moment, he had very little spiritual energy left.
All the fellow practitioners were very grateful, but they also knew that once the lion's roar was used, Huikong might not be able to hold on for long.
"Protect Huikong!"
A monk shouted, and the others immediately rushed forward to protect Huikong in the middle.
"kill!!!"
The army came again to kill.
The monks were caught in a bitter fight.
Almost everyone has injuries.
He was about to die.
at this time.
The sky suddenly became gloomy.
The dark clouds came very suddenly.
In an instant.
The wind howled, the lightning flashed and the thunder thundered.
It seems like a heavy rainstorm is coming.
Everyone on the ground looked shocked.
They all looked up at the sky.
Roar!!!
A low dragon roar sounded.
There is also a winding dragon shadow, appearing and disappearing among the dark clouds.
this moment.
Everyone on the ground was stunned.
Whether it was the three vanguard generals, the monks such as Huikong, or the million-strong army.
They all froze in place.
"Did I read that correctly?"
"Is that a dragon?"
"That's right! It's a dragon! It's a real dragon!"
The real dragon is born.
Just when millions of troops were stunned.
The real dragon poked its head out from the dark clouds.
boom!!!
An indescribable powerful aura spurted out from the dragon's mouth.
Fall straight to the ground.
Boom!!!
There was a loud noise.
A large chunk of the ground disappeared and a huge pit appeared.
Also disappearing along with the ground were tens of thousands of soldiers.
In just a moment, tens of thousands of soldiers died!