Seeing that the middle-aged monk was rescued, Monk Fan did not continue to chase him. He turned to look at the monk who received his punch and said in weird Central Plains Chinese:
"Dharma Protector Vajrayana of the Tantric Vajra Sect, please give me some advice!"
The old monk sighed, stepped forward and bowed:
"please!"
Moa was like a hunting beast in the next second, from stillness to movement in an instant, and his whole body fit in and rushed towards him.
The old monk raised his hands, and his robes bulged all over. Moa had hit his bulging robes, making a muffled sound like a heavy bell being struck, and the bulging robes blocked him.
But the stalemate lasted for less than two seconds. The bulging monk's robe suddenly exploded, and countless pieces of cloth flew away. Moa hit the old monk, and a series of bones shattered into one sound. The old monk's thin figure flew out.
He fell to the ground and blood spilled all over the floor.
"Master!"
Several middle-aged monks immediately rushed forward to hug the old monk, only to see that he was already dead, with an unknown number of bones broken throughout his body. His body was as limp as if there were no bones, hanging down from both ends of the hands he was holding.
Seeing this, the Shaolin monks were filled with grief. The abbot, Zen Master Duxu, took a deep breath, clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha", and looked at Zen Master Shenhui without squinting. There was neither sadness nor joy on his face, and he said in a deep voice.
:
"National Preceptor, passed!"
Master Shenhui smiled slightly and said:
"It is common for people to be killed or injured due to mistakes in exchanges and discussions. Don't take it to heart, abbot. Moana, my secret sect Vajra Protector Vajra, Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has been cultivated to the ninth level, but it is still far from reaching the tenth level.
"Huo Hou, I heard that the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple has the ability to change muscles and strengthen bones. I wonder if the abbot would like to borrow it for a look?"
After what he said, the hearts of the Shaolin monks sank. Master Shenhui finally revealed his true purpose.
Without any hesitation, Abbot Duxu shook his head:
"The National Master is too strong to be difficult for others to do. The Yi Jin Jing is the magic power of this temple and is never used for viewing by outsiders."
Master Shenhui was not angry either. He just put his hand on his mouth and coughed lightly. Namoa immediately shouted:
"Please give me some advice from this master!"
He was pointing at an old monk. This old monk was obviously the kind of monk who specializes in Buddhism. He was senior and had high internal strength, but he was not good at fighting and had no combat experience at all. Facing the Vajra Protector of the Vajra Sect who specialized in fighting,
Defeat is inevitable.
However, they were not allowed to retreat at this time. Mongolian soldiers surrounded Shaolin, forcing them to fight.
The old monk sighed, stood up with determination, and clasped his hands together:
"please..."
Outside the Shaolin Temple, outside the tall gatehouse is a huge square. Now the gatehouse has been blocked by the Yuan army. Rows of shield-wielding Yuan soldiers are outside, with a row behind them raising spears, and behind them a row of archers. They are facing each other from the square.
Shaolin lay disciples who came from various places confronted each other.
There are a large number of Yuan soldiers, there are thousands of soldiers at the gate alone, and there are Yuan soldiers everywhere on the mountain. Once a battle breaks out, tens of thousands of troops can be mobilized from all over for reinforcements at any time.
On the ground in front of the gate tower, dozens of corpses covered with arrows had fallen. They were all shot to death by random arrows. This was the main reason why the Shaolin lay disciples did not dare to act rashly.
Ye Chen had rushed over at this time, looking at the Yuan soldiers in the square, with a sneer on his lips, he separated from everyone and walked towards the gate tower.
"stop!"
An armored officer shouted loudly, pointed a knife at Ye Chen and shouted:
"Take another step forward and shoot him to death with random arrows!"
He turned a deaf ear and continued to step forward. The young officer waved decisively:
"shoot!"
In the next second, dozens of arrows flew out and landed, most of them missing. Seven or eight arrows shot at him, but they popped out. The young officer's face changed and he immediately shouted:
"Thousands of arrows are fired, and the crossbows are ready."
In an instant, there was a continuous sound of bowstrings, and thousands of arrows turned into a black shadow and fell down.
In the rain of arrows, an extremely loud buzzing sound sounded. A fine steel crossbow arrow as thick as a spear hit Ye Chen like lightning. It exploded into countless fine iron fragments with a 'bang' sound and flew into the ground.
There was a loud explosion and countless small craters, but he continued to move forward without even pausing.
Seeing this scene, the young general's eyes almost popped out:
"How is this possible?"
Ye Chen didn't care how surprised he was, he just reached out and grabbed the shattered monk's robe, tore it off and threw it aside. There was only a white spot where the crossbow arrow hit his chest, and it disappeared quickly.
He strode to the front of the gate tower, and the Yuan soldiers at the front raised their swords to chop him down.
"clang!"
Sparks flew from his forehead, and he swung out his palm like lightning. It was as if he had been hit by a cannonball when he struck Yuan Bing. His whole body exploded on the spot, including his armor and body. The pieces of flesh flew out like bullets, and the surrounding Yuan soldiers screamed in pain.
.
What is the concept of a force of seven to eight hundred tons? Hitting the human body is no different from being hit head-on by a cannonball. It will directly shatter the body into pieces and no one can stop it.
The twelfth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill not only gives him terrifying physique and strength, but also his speed is not much slower. Although it is not as strong as the increase in strength, it is not comparable to these soldiers. I can only see him taking every step forward.
, the Yuan soldiers rushing up beside him exploded, and after just ten steps to the gate tower, his surroundings turned into a bloody hell, with flesh and blood covering the ground, and not a single complete corpse.
Ignoring the frightened Yuan Bing around him, Ye Chen raised his head and glanced at the stairs behind the gatehouse and the Yuan Bing on the stairs. There was a trace of cruelty on his face that was not stained with blood, and he walked up with his legs raised.
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has been promoted to the twelfth level. Not only has his body been reborn again, but a new ability has also been born. It seems to be an ability derived from the physical body. The body automatically generates a kind of power that can block dust and other dust from falling on the body.
After walking through the sky, blood rained down on him, but not a drop fell on him. Now he is still clean and refreshed, as if he had just taken a shower.
It usually takes Ye Chen twenty-seven minutes to walk from the mountain gate to the mountainside temple. This time it also took him twenty-seven minutes, but in addition to walking, he also had to kill a Yuan soldier every step he took.
There are 999 steps from the mountain gate to the mountainside entrance to the temple. He killed a total of 999 Yuan soldiers, no more and no less. A group of Yuan soldiers standing at the door of the temple looked at him spotlessly stepping on his flesh and blood.
The pagoda walked up the mountain, and it didn't look sinister at all, but no one dared to step forward. Even though the sun was shining brightly in the sky, everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, and their whole bodies were chilled. No one dared to stop it.
He passed through hundreds of Yuan soldiers with his hands on his back, but no one dared to attack him. When he entered the temple, most of the Yuan soldiers bent over and lay on the ground and vomited.
In the main hall, corpses were strewn across the ground. The Buddha sat down in the hall, and there were already ten corpses of monks lying there. In the center of the hall, Moa's body was covered in blood, like a Shura from hell. At his feet lay a body covered with yellow robes.
The monk's body was half-shouldered and his chest was torn, revealing a huge bloody handprint.
