Master Kuzhu still had a solemn and compassionate expression. He said solemnly: "Donor Mo's words are wrong. Monks have things to do and things not to do. Now that you have met, if you don't do something, it will be against your heart.
Buddha, Amitabha, should the donor do it himself or the poor monk?"
Mo Qing was furious when he heard this. He was a dignified elder of the Demon Sect Holy Land, a highly respected existence in the Demon Sect Holy Land, but now he was directly threatened.
"Master Kuzhu, why is this? We, the Holy Land of Demon Sect, have no grudges against your Kuchan Temple..." Mo Qing said with a somewhat annoyed look on his face.
"If the poor monk hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid that the poor monk's senior brother would have died in the hands of the benefactor Mo. How can we say that there is no grudge? It's just that monks are compassionate and it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Therefore, the poor monk only needs to
Donor Mo just needs to get rid of his own demonic nature. He will definitely not kill any living creature to take Donor Mo’s life." Master Kuzhu said.
"You -" Mo Qing got angry and said, "Get rid of my own demonic nature? You can just say that you have destroyed my martial arts. What's the difference between this and killing me?"
"This is Donor Mo's own problem."
When Master Kuzhu spoke, he moved and rushed straight towards Mo Qingji.
As if the wind was blowing, the green clothes were fluttering, exuding a majestic aura, and a boundless Buddhist power appeared out of thin air, condensed from the body of Master Kuzhu, invisibly like a huge ancient Buddha with his Buddha spread out.
With his palm, he suppressed Mo Qing.
"Little Saint, retreat quickly!"
Mo Qing's face changed drastically. He opened his mouth and shouted loudly. Then Mo Qing used all his strength to activate his ancient martial arts. A wisp of saint's aura filled the air from his body. He used his strength crazily. As a half-step martial arts saint,
At this level, his strength is already extremely extraordinary in the world of ancient martial arts. When he unleashes his ancient martial arts power with all his strength, the power is extremely astonishing, as if a volcano has erupted, spewing out terrifying energy.
Ye Junlang could even imagine the terrifying momentum caused by Mo Qing's outburst.
However, neither he nor Xuetu and Bai Xianer were forced by any coercive momentum. It was obvious that all of this was resisted by the invisible Buddhist power that Master Kuzhu himself diffused.
If it weren't for Master Kuzhu's own momentum to withstand the terrifying power of Mo Qing's full burst, I'm afraid no one on Ye Junlang's side except him would be able to be crushed by this power.
Still standing.
"Bald Donkey, you push me so hard, I will fight with you!"
Mo Qing roared angrily. He used all his strength and rushed forward, taking the lead in exiting towards Master Kuzhu.
boom!
The fist that Mo Qing evolved shook the void, and the fist was filled with a lot of demonic energy, and there was a terrifying coercion in the air. Even if it was not a complete saint's domain, it only contained a ray of saint's breath.
Regardless of the fist force, there is an extremely terrifying demonic power in it, and a murderous intention is permeating the air, sweeping towards Master Kuzhu who is rushing towards him.
"Donor Mo, what's the trouble?"
Master Kuzhu sighed softly. He originally clasped his hands together, but then he pushed forward with his right palm.
An ancient holy power of martial arts emerged, magnificent and boundless. There was a faint golden aura emerging. The extremely thin palm seemed to condense into the terrifying palm print at this moment, and it split forward into the air.
, met Mo Qing's aggressive punch.
boom!
Master Kuzhu's palm seemed to be slow, but in fact it was pushed horizontally between the lightning and flints, and hit Mo Qing's attacking fist, causing a harsh and incomparable impact.
That is the ancient martial holy power, the ancient martial holy power that can only be tempered by the existence of the Martial Saint Realm!
Immediately afterwards——
"Wow--"
Mo Qing suddenly opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood. His whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body shook violently and he kept moving backwards.
His fists seemed to be deformed, and he didn't know how much pressure he was bearing.
The skinny palm seemed to be blocked by nothing, and it still pushed forward like a broken bamboo, until the palm was finally printed on Mo Qing's chest.
boom!
Mo Qing immediately flew backwards, and there were "clicking" sounds of broken sternums in his chest. Blood spurted out from his mouth again, and it was obvious that he had suffered extremely heavy injuries.
This is the power of the most powerful strike of a warrior in the Martial Saint Realm.
Even a half-step Martial Saint is unable to resist this all-out attack.
Ye Junlang was completely stunned. He knew that this monk who inexplicably called him his senior brother was extremely extraordinary, but he had never expected that this old monk was so powerful.
With one seemingly easy blow, a terrifying and powerful man like Mo Qing was seriously injured.
Martial Saint!
These two words immediately came to Ye Junlang's mind.
This old monk's strength is definitely at the Martial Saint level, because he can sense the general trend created by Master Kuzhu himself. He also sensed this feeling when he watched Old Man Ye take action in Longfengzhuang.
"It's not bad to be able to resist the poor monk's blow. Donor Mo, let's see if you can resist this second palm." Master Kuzhu said, and he rushed towards Mo Qing again.
Mo Qing was so angry that he kept vomiting blood. He really wanted to scold his mother.
This old monk didn't say any cruel words. He used a series of Buddhist words about compassion for people, which made it impossible to refute even if you wanted to. However, his attack was absolutely unambiguous, basically like beating him to death.
If this second palm hits him, given his current situation, Fu Shi's own martial arts will definitely be abolished.
Just as Master Kuzhu was moving and chasing after Mo Qing, an old and hoarse voice came unexpectedly from afar——
"Monk Ku, monks are compassionate. Your slap is enough to make Mo Qing need half a year to recover from his injuries. Why bother to approach him step by step and force him into a desperate situation? This slap is enough punishment."
Hearing this voice, Master Kuzhu suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked towards the depths of the vast forest on the left. His old eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his own momentum also surged, as if
Like a Buddha with angry eyes.
After a long while, Master Kuzhu clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha! It turns out to be the divine benefactor. Since the divine benefactor has come forward, the poor monk will take back this second palm for the time being. If the devilish nature does not change in the future, the poor monk will have no choice but to live in hell.
If he is not empty, he will never become a Buddha, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."
After that, Master Kuzhu walked towards Ye Junlang and said, "Senior brother, this matter is over, let's leave first. The poor monk has nothing to do at the moment, so he will accompany senior brother for a while and have a chat."
"Well, of course that's no problem."
Ye Junlang came back to his senses, he smiled and said.
Are you kidding? Let’s not talk about why the old monk calls him senior brother. With the old monk’s unfathomable strength, having him accompanying him is equivalent to having a free super bodyguard.
Who dares to act rashly along the way?
Those monsters and monsters hiding in the dark will definitely stay away and not dare to get close.