The young monk looked extremely simple, wearing a green monk's robe, and wearing a pair of woven straw sandals under his feet, which was truly clean and penniless.
He has beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes. His bronze skin shows that he has experienced wind and rain all year round, looking honest and honest, but his body vaguely exudes a trace of Buddha-nature brilliance that makes people respectful.
This is the dikong, the personal disciple of Master Kuzhu.
Ye Junlang was stunned, but the name "Little Master Uncle" made him unable to react.
He was sure that he didn't know the young monk in front of him. He seemed to be about the same age as this young monk, so why did he call him uncle?
Uncle generation? Do you look so old?
"This master... are you calling me?" Ye Junlang asked.
"My uncle, I am a monk's Dharma name Dikong, I am just calling me Dikong." Dikong saw Ye Junlang's doubts, and he continued, "Master Kuzhu is Dikong's master. Before entering the seclusion holy place, Dikong had already seen the little master. He also saw the photos of the little master from the little master's phone, so he recognized it as soon as he saw the little master."
After saying this from Dikong, Ye Junlang immediately turned around.
Master Kuzhu called Old Man Ye as his uncle, and Master Kuzhu's disciple Dikong called himself as his uncle. Logically, the same seems to be true.
Ye Junlang is still very happy that he has such a junior nephew out of thin air, especially in the current situation.
Being able to enter the seclusion holy land is definitely extraordinary, and Ye Junlang can also sense it. In addition to being filled with a layer of Buddha nature, Dikong itself also has an extremely powerful martial arts aura in his heart.
Immediately, Ye Junlang looked at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and the Demon Saint Son and asked, "I wonder if Master Dikong has the intention to subdue demons?"
"Amitabha!" Dikong pronounced the Buddha's name, lowered his head slightly, as if the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows. He continued, "When you want to subdue demons, the Buddha can also turn into a vajra's anger."
"Hahaha--" Ye Junlang laughed loudly, his heroic and cheerful laughter rushed to the sky, and his own fighting spirit also rose step by step, and he said boldly, "Then you, my uncle and nephew will join forces today!"
"good!"
Dikong spoke, and when he raised his head again, he was like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, with a sense of determination, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?", which further demonstrated the determination of "If hell is not empty, he will not become a Buddha."
The emergence of Dikong really disrupted the plan of Xuanyuan Yanhuang and the Demon Saint Son. Since these strange disciples in the ancient martial arts world, such as Qi Zigui, Dikong did not participate in the competition for the Dragon Dragon List, neither Qi Zigui nor Dikong were ranked on the Dragon Dragon List.
But all the genius disciples on the Ancient Martial Arts World’s Hip Dragon List know that Qi Zigui and Dikong’s strength will definitely rank among the top five in the Hip Dragon List, and will even be stronger.
Dikong has been living in Kuchan Temple in a quiet place, and when he walks out, he walks like an ascetic monk in a cold and painful place, preaching and saving sentient beings. He basically rarely has any contact with the genius disciples in the ancient martial arts world.
Therefore, Xuanyuan Yanhuang and others did not have a deep understanding of Dikong, but they only heard that Dikong had the destiny of Dikong, which was extremely extraordinary in terms of wisdom qualifications. In addition, any disciple who came out of Kuchan Temple cannot be ignored. You should know that the Supreme Physical Vajra Realm, which is hailed as unparalleled in the ancient martial arts world, originated from Kuchan Temple.
"Monk Dikong, the so-called general trend is what people seek! Ye Junlang is destined to be unable to save anyone. If you are stubborn, you will be afraid that you will die here and disappear!" The Demon Saint Son said coldly.
"Amitabha!" Dikong spoke, and continued, "Life and death are based on fate. If you want to subdue demons, there will be no regrets in death. The Demon Saint Son donor has a strong demonic energy and a strong evil spirit. Let me resolve the demonic energy for you."
As he said that, Dikong clasped his hands together, and his Buddha nature rose up in full bloom. The introverted martial arts aura suddenly released, rising step by step, and suddenly reached the level of the Martial Ancestor Realm.
Dikong found his own opportunity in the Holy Buddha Temple in the Western Land. He recited sutras and meditation in the Holy Buddha Temple, so that his own Buddhism could be understood and the confinement of the martial arts realm was also broken through.
He has just entered the high level of the Martial Ancestor Realm, and is still a certain distance from the peak of the Martial Ancestor Realm.
No matter what, it is also the power of the Martial Ancestor Realm. In addition, it comes from Kuchan Temple, which is even more undesirable.
The Demon Saint Son was furious. He didn't expect that Dikong was the kind of monk who would fight with one disagreement. He just said a warning. At this moment, Dikong was like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who was bound to clear hell, approaching him with a decisive fighting spirit.
"Bald, if you don't drink or punish you for toasting, I will fulfill your wish!"
The Demon Saint's eyes turned cold, and the demonic energy in his body rose up. His Teng Snake's fate appeared faintly. With the blessing of the Teng Snake's power, a layer of earth-yellow air flowed all over his body.
Whoosh!
The Demon Saint Son moved his body and rushed over at a speed like lightning. The demonic energy surged and rolled in. He evolved his own fist momentum, forming an invincible fist qi, attacking and killing towards the earth and air.
"roar!"
Dikong suddenly roared, like the roar of the Buddhist lion, and the sound was like thunder. He angrily rose, as if he wanted to transform into the raging Vajra who subdued demons and eliminated demons.
Immediately afterwards, Di Kong clenched his fists with both hands, and a powerful and powerful dark energy swept out, gathering on his fist. He moved upwards, and each punch and gesture contained a powerful and boundless powerful force.
Prajna Dragon and Elephant Fist!
The supreme fist of Kuchan Temple, as its name suggests, has the power of dragons and elephants.
There are ten layers of Prajna Dragon and Elephant Fist, each layer has the power of one dragon and one image. When the tenth level is practiced, the power of ten dragons and ten images is the power of ten dragons and ten images. When the boxing momentum comes out, it will be enough to shake the world!
Seeing Dikong facing the Demon Saint Son, Ye Junlang said to Bai Xian'er: "Fairy Bai, take Tianlang and the others first. If Dikong helps me, there will be no problem."
Bai Xian'er nodded, and she pulled Lang Hai and Liu Ziyang and quickly left first.
After Bai Xian'er and others left, Ye Junlang had no worries in his heart. His eyes sank, staring at Xuanyuan Yanhuang and Qi Zigui, who was seriously injured, and said, "Continue the battle between us! The so-called number one person on the Dragon List is nothing more than that."
"It's just the last moment of strength, and it's a big talk! With my strength, it's enough to suppress you!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang spoke, and he approached Ye Junlang. His murderous intent rose vigorously, and the rolling emperor's power swept over. The qi and blood in his body were like a real dragon reviving, appearing behind him, with a strong aura of invincibility.
"This time, kill you!"
Xuanyuan Yanhuang spoke coldly, and he moved his body and attacked Ye Junlang again.