Looking at the old monk appearing next to him, Yuanning showed a worried look on his face.
The old monk put one hand on his chest, smiled calmly at Yuan Ning, and said: "Don't worry, although I have half a foot in the coffin, I still have half a foot in the world!"
As he said that, the old monk looked at Ding Peng, who was half-squinting his eyes, and said calmly: "Donor, when is the time to retaliate? There is no way to escape right and wrong in this world. Nowadays, the world is in chaos, so why bother killing each other?
Let those monsters profit."
"Hmph!" Ding Peng sneered, staring at the indifferent old monk, "In your eyes, aren't we also 'demon'?"
The old monk smiled and shook his head and said: "Donor, are you a demon or a human being? Do you need others to evaluate you?"
Ding Peng's pupils shrank suddenly. When the old monk asked him, it was difficult for him to answer. He couldn't say that he didn't want to be a human being and wanted to be a monster, right?
"Old monk, I can't tell you anything. I'll tell you after the beating!"
"boom!!!"
Ding Peng's character was a bit dull. He couldn't say anything better than the old monk, so he stopped talking. He stepped into the void, with the bright moon behind him, and the bright sword also appeared in his hand. Two energies, one black and one white, were like
A violent storm swept out.
"Buzz!!!"
A round of golden light rose up and enveloped the Shaolin Temple.
The old monk took a deep breath, and his withered body actually swelled up. His eyes flashed with a ferocious light, "Then the old monk can only slay demons today!"
"Boooooooo!!!"
At the same time, Fire Cloud Evil God, Old Demon Zombie, and Li Jiancheng also walked out of the underworld.
At the same time, Zhuge Wolong and Tianguixing stood on the edge of the underworld, looking at the Shaolin Temple below which was protected by the formation.
"Senior Tianguixing, is there any way to break the formation?"
"let me try!"
"Then I'll bother you, senior!"
With that said, Tian Quexing's figure suddenly disappeared into Huangquan, and the next second, he appeared in the crowd outside the Shaolin Temple, slowly walking towards the Shaolin Temple shrouded in golden light.
Xiaosanxiao drank tea leisurely and contentedly, as if he could not feel the fierce battle outside the underworld.
"Senior Xiao, who is stronger, the judge or the old monk?"
"It doesn't matter who is strong and who is weak!" Xiao Sanxiao put down the tea cup, looked at Zhuge Wolong with a smile, and said: "Little brother Ye has been lurking in Shaolin for a long time. Once he takes action, it will be useless no matter how strong the old monk is!
"
Now the public does not know that Ye Feng is not dead, otherwise, they would not dare to go all the way to Songshan Mountain to cheer for the Shaolin Temple.
In the sky, waves of terrifying ripples continued to explode, and the endless space turbulence was like a surging tide, shocking people's hearts.
If the two of them weren't fighting in the void, the terrifying ripples of battle would be enough to kill most of the people present.
"Shaolin Temple is worthy of being a thousand-year-old temple with profound heritage, and there are actually two little star-level venerables!"
"Who knows that divine monk?"
"It should be the holy monk of the Xu generation!"
While everyone was talking about it, Ding Peng seemed to have turned into a demon in the void. His body was half black and half white. He held a dark death knife and a bright life knife in both hands. Each knife he slashed out contained the power to crack mountains and crack rocks.
The monk kept retreating.
The old monk's skin was like cast gold, and the golden light was shining brightly, resisting the invisible knife power surging from all directions.
"call!"
Taking a deep breath, the old monk stretched out his right hand, and a dragon roar sounded. The five fingers turned into claws, which were extremely sharp.
"Dragon capturer?"
Ding Peng's expression remained unchanged as he looked at the old monk's protruding right paw. There seemed to be a golden dragon appearing vaguely, majestic and inviolable.
"Chang!!!"
Ding Peng refused to give in, and the dark death knife slashed out.
The old monk's body was shaken, and his right hand was dripping with blood. A stream of death energy poured into his body, making his body shriveled up again, and a look of exhaustion appeared in his eyes.
"I'm old, I'm really old!" The old monk shook his head and stepped back.
"You are indeed old!"
Ding Peng became more and more powerful, staring at the old monk with a bitter look on his face, "If this is all you do, you will definitely die!"
"Hey!" The old monk sighed, his eyes glowing with light, he stopped talking and rushed towards Ding Peng again.
"Huh?"
Looking at the old monk roaring towards him, Ding Peng had a look of surprise on his face.
At this moment, the old monk's temperament changed drastically, as if he had become a different person. The bright golden Buddha power on the surface of his skin dissipated, and his skin turned red, as if it had turned into a blazing sun.
"Boom!!!"
The palm prints are like mountains and hot as the sun.
Ding Peng's pupils shrank suddenly, and this palm made him feel a great sense of crisis.
"Choke!!!"
The bright sword slashed out horizontally, and the blade became blurred. The huge power was able to cut through everything.
"boom!!!"
The huge and fuzzy sword force was like a mountain falling down, striking hard at the roaring hot palm print.
"How can it be?"
The light gives birth to the sword, and the vitality is continuous and almost immortal.
But now, the Guangming Shengdao in Ding Peng's hand actually showed cracks, and curls of red flames were about to ignite the Guangming Shengdao.
At the same time, in Huangquan, Xiaosanxiao stood up suddenly, with a strange light flowing in his eyes, as if he could penetrate the layers of space, saw the battle between Ding Peng and the old monk, and said in a voiceless voice, "This is the Sixth Heavenly Mountain of the Lingjiu Palace."
Yang Zhang? That’s weird, the Shaolin Temple is a well-known and upright sect, how come this old monk practices martial arts from the evil sect of Lingjiu Palace?”
At the same time, Ye Feng, who was hiding in the dark, also had a look of surprise on his face.
Looking at the old monk who was radiating red flames and seemed to be transformed into a god of fire, he asked, "Is this a Kung Fu method from the Shaolin Temple?"
Duan Zhixing's eyes flashed and he said, "That should be the skill of Lingjiu Palace."
"Lingjiu Palace?" Ye Feng showed a hint of surprise on his face.
"Some things happened in the Shaolin Temple back then, which made a strong man of Xu Zi's generation become the palace master of Lingjiu Palace. Xu Hui has a good relationship with Xu Zhu, so it is normal for him to know the martial arts of Lingjiu Palace."
Xu Zhu?
Ye Feng's eyes flashed with strange light. Now that Xu Zhu has appeared, what about Qiao Feng and Duan Yu?
Blinking, Ye Feng suddenly turned to look at Duan Zhixing.
Facing Ye Feng's strange gaze, Duan Zhixing shuddered, "You, what are you going to do again?"
"Don't be so nervous. I don't want to do anything. I just want to ask, is your Dali Duan family called Duan Yu?"
Duan Yu?
Duan Zhixing frowned, thought for a while, and said: "I have been in seclusion for many years and rarely paid attention to the affairs of the clan. This time I came out of seclusion and rushed to the Shaolin Temple non-stop. So, I don't know if there is a descendant named Duan Yu in the clan!"
"Oh!" Ye Feng nodded, then smiled and said, "When you meet the Duan family, pay attention. If there is someone named Duan Yu, you can train him!"
"Why?"
"I am the contemporary head of the Heaven-defying Calculation Sect. I can help you figure out whether the Duan family in Dali will prosper or not, it all depends on Duan Yu!"
"Uh!" Duan Zhixing's mouth twitched, not believing Ye Feng's words at all.
