On the other side, Zhao Wushuang sneaked into the Shaolin Temple alone again, while Ye Feng and Duan Zhixing stayed at the foot of Songshan Mountain.
In the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple, Xinghong's face was solemn. He looked at the blue sky through the spacious door. The fluctuations in the previous battle gave him an ominous premonition.
"I hope I'm overthinking it!" Xinghong took a deep breath, then slowly turned around and stared at the majestic Buddha statue.
"Boom!!!!"
Suddenly, waves of terrifying vibrations came from the distant sky.
"That is?"
"It's Huangquan, the road to Huangquan is coming!"
"Everyone, be careful, those evil people are coming."
"What are you afraid of? There are so many of us, but we are afraid of a mere Huangquan Road?"
Tens of thousands of cultivators all raised their heads and looked at the gray yellow spring roaring from a distance with different expressions.
The Yellow Spring is thousands of feet long, just like the Yellow River, rippling with chilling ripples.
"Buzz!!!"
Dozens of figures rose from the sky, all of them were the strongest in the Yangshen Realm, staring solemnly at Huangquan parked in the distance.
Xinghong took a deep breath, took a step forward, and floated above the Shaolin Temple. He clasped his hands together and felt the power of Buddha around him. There was a bright moon appearing vaguely behind him.
"Abbot Xinghong has broken through to the small star level?"
"should not!"
"Half a step to a small star position!"
At this moment, Xinghong's treasure-like appearance is solemn, just like the reincarnation of the Buddha. His lips open and close, and his loud voice echoes for dozens of miles around, "Amitabha, Shaolin has existed for more than five thousand years.
Shaolin Temple will not take a step back. Today, Shaolin will continue to kill demons and destroy demons as always."
"What a demon slayer!"
"Boom!!!!"
Spiritual energy surged from all directions, and a slender figure walked out of the underworld.
Wearing a navy blue gown with various totems embroidered on it, he has rolling star power on his feet and a judge pen on his finger. His face is resolute, as if sharpened by a knife. His eyes are extremely weird, one black and one white, as if they are two worlds condensed.
shrink.
"Huangquan Road, judge?"
"Hiss! It's actually him!"
Feeling the fluctuations of aura emanating from Ding Peng, everyone's faces showed fear, as if they were facing a wild beast.
Ding Peng felt helpless. Zhuge Wolong had arranged this outfit, saying that since he was the judge of Huangquan Road, he must wear clothes that fit his status.
Holding the judge's pen, Ding Peng raised his eyelids, his gaze as if it were real, focusing especially on the space in front of him. Rolls of terrifying momentum swept away towards Xinghong in the distance.
Xinghong's expression changed slightly, ripples appeared in the Buddhist beads in his hand, and waves of vast and upright Buddhist chanting sounded around him, resisting the terrifying aura exuded by Ding Peng.
Ding Peng didn't care. He turned his eyes, glanced at the cultivators on the ground, and said coldly: "This matter has nothing to do with you. Get out of here, otherwise, we will kill you without mercy!"
Listening to Ding Peng's strong and domineering words, everyone's faces turned extremely ugly.
The head of the Shenquan Sect narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flashed. This place is Shaolin. He believes that the Shaolin Temple, which has existed for thousands of years, must have a trump card to resist the road to hell. If this is the case, what if he stands up to support Shaolin at this time?
Thinking of this, the leader of the Divine Fist Sect took a deep breath and said loudly, "Judge, although we are not strong, we will not give in in the face of great right and wrong. Today, even if I die here, I, Zhao Lu, will not
Take a step back!"
"Master Zhao said it well!"
"Yes, we, like Master Zhao, will not give in in the face of evil!"
"On Huangquan Road, you can kill us if you want. Let us leave. There is no door!"
"hehe!"
Listening to the overwhelming roar of the crowd, Ding Peng sneered, "If you don't leave, go to hell!"
"boom!!!!"
Ding Peng took one step forward, and his whole body seemed to turn into a heavenly blade, tearing apart the space, and the black and white energy was like a stormy sea.
Xinghong's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at Ding Peng at this moment, wanting to stop him, but he could only smile bitterly.
He is not qualified to stop Ding Peng.
"No!!!"
The face of the leader of the Divine Fist Sect was full of horror. He looked at Ding Peng falling from the sky and wanted to ask Xinghong for help, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Amitabha!"
Suddenly, a figure appeared next to the leader of the Divine Fist Sect, and put his skinny right hand on his shoulder, pulling him violently behind him.
"I knew that Shaolin Temple would not watch me being killed!" The leader of the Shenquan Sect breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had made the right bet.
"I want to kill him, but even if Lord Buddha comes, it's useless!"
The bright moon appeared behind Ding Peng, it was extremely cold, and the billowing black death energy turned into a dark cloud, covering the entire Songshan Mountain.
"Amitabha!" The old monk said the Buddha's name again, and the power of Buddha surged around his body and turned into a vast ocean, resisting the billowing black death energy.
"cut!!!"
"Buzz!!!"
The dark death knife suddenly appeared in Ding Peng's hand, and with one slash, everything turned into nothingness.
The old monk's face was full of horror. This knife made him understand what it means to be in the relationship between life and death.
"Can't stop it, can't stop it!" Facing Ding Peng's thunderous sword, the old monk took a breath of cold air, and an illusory reed appeared under his feet and disappeared from the spot.
"puff!!!"
Blood sprays!
Zhao Lu, the leader of the Divine Fist Sect, froze on the spot, a trace of blood slowly emerged from his eyebrows, and immediately, his body suddenly split apart.
"this!"
"how so?"
Everyone was shocked. They had never thought that under the protection of the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple, Judge Huangquan Road could kill people.
At this moment, everyone had an idea.
That's escape!
The fighting power that Ding Peng showed just now is so terrifying. Can Shaolin Temple really stop him?
After leaving the illusion, Ding Peng's mind underwent earth-shaking transformations, making every move he made carry strange power, and his compatibility with the moon became increasingly higher.
Holding the dark death knife as dark as ink, Ding Peng raised his eyelids, his resolute face full of indifference, as if he had done an insignificant thing.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Ding Peng took out Judge You and drew it in the air.
A big word "death" suddenly formed.
"I am Judge Huang Quan. Today, those who rebel against Shaolin... will die!!!"
Ding Peng was extremely embarrassed. In his opinion, just kill people, so why bother doing so many things. However, Zhuge Wolong insisted on making such arrangements, and he was helpless.
Just when the dark word "death" fell on the gold-plated plaque of Shaolin Temple, a faint golden Buddha power suddenly poured out from the Shaolin Temple.
"Bo!"
In the shocked eyes of everyone, the golden Buddha power turned into a '卍' and merged into the word 'death'. The continuous and dark word 'death' glowed with a faint golden light, and finally collapsed without a trace.
"Um?"
Ding Peng raised his eyelids and stared at the old monk who had previously resisted. Next to him, another old monk appeared with a white beard and exposed skin covered with age spots, as if he might die at any time.
