Blinking, a look of surprise appeared on Ye Feng's face. As Xu Hui exploded, his star power and Buddha power poured into the bright moon behind him, causing a strange change in the bright moon.
"Buzz!!!"
The bright moon is like a big millstone, turning slowly and heavily, but the bright "卍" character in it is as stable as Mount Tai, standing motionless.
"Damn it, that's a magic spell!"
In the distance, Duan Zhixing screamed strangely, "Run quickly, Xu Hui, an old bald donkey, sacrificed his energy and flesh and blood to invite the true power of Buddhism to come!"
"call out!"
Listening to Duan Zhixing's call, Ye Feng turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
Back in the Poseidon Treasure, Ye Feng used the 'Spirit Summoning Talisman' to stir up a wisp of will from the Six Gods, erupting with extremely terrifying power.
Because of this, Ye Feng understood the horror of this method, which was similar to the 'Dance of the Great God'.
What if Xu Hui’s luck is so great that he invites Tathagata, a big Buddhist figure?
"Please, Patriarch Bodhidharma!"
As this voice sounded, Xu Hui's will completely shattered and disappeared into the world.
Listening to the voice echoing in his ears, Ye Feng's scalp went numb, "Damn it, do you want to be so exaggerated? Just invite Bodhidharma as soon as you come up?"
Ye Feng's face was filled with a bitter smile, feeling the terrifying pressure surging in the void, he could only secretly think of bad luck, with the Tianheng Demonic Dragon Stick in his left hand and the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner in his right hand, ready to fight for his life.
"boom!!!"
The dazzling power of Buddha is as vast as the ocean, covering the entire heaven and earth.
There is no doubt that the Patriarch Bodhidharma invited by Xu Hui is 100% a middle-star venerable.
Ye Feng's eyes stung. There were stars hanging in the Buddha's power, as if they were real, exuding a terrifying pressure that made people despair.
"This time, it's really over!"
Ye Feng thinks that he is not weak in strength, but when facing a great master in the middle star position, especially a famous person like Bodhidharma, he really has no confidence at all.
Ding Peng's face was filled with pain, and the endless coercion and Buddha power caused his skin to crack and his energy of life and death to boil.
As for Duan Zhixing, he was even more unbearable and was directly oppressed by the terrifying aura.
At the same time, in the sky above the Shaolin Temple, Xinghong's face was full of despair, looking down at the broken statue of Arhat subduing the Dragon.
"That is?"
Suddenly!
Xinghong suddenly raised his head and looked at the vast pure Buddha power overflowing from the void. That breath swept away the panic and despair in his heart.
"Oh my god, what a terrifying Buddha power!"
"I have the urge to become a monk!"
"Shaolin Temple is Shaolin Temple. No matter how strong Huangquan Road is, it is impossible to shake this thousand-year-old temple!"
"Evil cannot defeat justice after all!"
In the underworld, Zhuge Wolong's expression was dull, feeling the energy overflowing from the void, and goosebumps stood up all over his body.
Xiaosanxiao half-squinted his eyes and his pupils shrank strangely, "It is simply unbelievable that a great master of the middle star position is born!"
Having lived for more than four thousand years, Xiao Sanxiao knows many secrets, one of which is that the Great Master of the Middle Star cannot come directly to the earth.
In the void, Ye Feng's expression gradually calmed down. Now that the matter has come to this point, there is nothing to think about except to fight to the death.
"Life is a journey of poverty, and occasionally you need to go wild!"
Suddenly, a powerful voice sounded in Ye Feng's ears.
"Um?"
Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. Hearing these energetic words, he felt something was wrong.
Bodhidharma, as an almost mythical eminent monk in Buddhism, shouldn't he say "Amitabha" first when he appears?
"What the hell, Bodhidharma? Is this really Bodhidharma?"
Suddenly, Ye Feng let out a strange cry, and his eyes almost fell out as he looked at the figure walking out of the vast Buddha power.
The visitor was tall and burly, with nine ring scars on his bald head, but other than that, it was impossible to tell that he was a monk.
Wearing a gray cloak, there are two small copper chimneys on his back, windshield sunglasses on his forehead, a pair of fists wrapped in iron gloves, and a large belt around his waist, especially the emerald stone in the center of the belt.
Make him look even more nondescript.
Looking at Bodhidharma dressed in this outfit, Ye Feng was completely confused.
Facing Ye Feng's astonished gaze, Bodhidharma raised his fists covered by gloves, hammered his chest, and made a dull sound like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide drum. He said angrily, "What are you looking at? I've never seen it before.
Such a strong body? Let me tell you, a strong body comes from unremitting exercise. Boy, as long as you persist in exercising, you can have a perfect body like mine!"
"Damn it, you are really Bodhidharma!"
Suddenly, Ye Feng slapped his head and stared blankly at Bodhidharma. Four words came to his mind: King of Glory.
Before traveling through this world, Ye Feng would play this game from time to time. There was a heroic character in it called Bodhidharma, and his outfit was exactly the same as the Patriarch Bodhidharma in front of him.
Ye Feng felt a little confused. In his imagination, Bodhidharma should be an eminent monk who was unsmiling, dedicated to Buddha, and saved all sentient beings. But now...
"The little monk is actually Bodhidharma!"
Bodhidharma raised his hand, passed his nose with his fist, raised his neck, and said: "I won't talk nonsense to you anymore, my little monk's time is limited, let's go for a spin in the world of mortals first!"
"Well!"
Seeing Bodhidharma leaving soon, Ye Feng really couldn't laugh or cry. He really wanted to say, after all, you were invited by Xu Hui with all his life. At least you have to show off your skills, right?
Of course, Ye Feng would not be so arrogant and seek trouble for himself.
However, Bodhidharma, who was about to leave, seemed to hear Ye Feng's inner murmur. He turned to him and grinned, saying: "The motto of the young monk is that in the face of death, all living beings are equal. The young monk will not kill you because of Xu Hui's death.
.Otherwise, how can all living beings be equal?”
"That makes sense!" Ye Feng braced himself and agreed.
"The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and is going to the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures. This is the time for a young monk to go!!!"
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Two small chimneys behind Bodhidharma spewed out thick smoke, like dark clouds, covering a radius of dozens of miles.
"Cough cough cough!"
Ye Feng was choked by the thick smoke and almost burst into tears.
"Are you OK?"
Looking at Ding Peng, who was looking at Ding Peng with a strange expression, Ye Feng also looked very uncomfortable.
"I'm fine!" Ding Peng shook his head and immediately looked at the place where Xu Hui blew himself up, "This old monk's death was a little unworthy!"
Ye Feng strongly agreed with Ding Peng's words, "Stop talking about this, you continue to act according to the plan!"
"Um!"
…
At this moment, in the sky above the Shaolin Temple, Xinghong had a faint smile on his face, looking at the dazzling Buddha power slowly shrinking into the void in mid-air, "We should have dealt with those monsters on Huangquan Road!"
Not only Xinghong thinks so, but others also think so. Even Zhuge Wolong is full of worries, thinking that Ding Peng is more likely to be in trouble than bad.
"boom!!!"
Suddenly!
A dark sword force, like a black crescent, tore through the void and slashed down towards the Shaolin Temple covered by the formation.
