The Shaolin Temple's Seventy-Two Earthly Evil Formation of King Kong Demon Suppression is famous in the world.
Three hundred years ago, seventy-two super first-class warriors from the Shaolin Temple set up such a formation to grind a great demon of the Innate Perfection level to death.
Nowadays, these seventy-two monks are all junior masters, and their strength is unparalleled. The formation they set up is enough to destroy the powerful masters.
The wind is blowing!
Bamboo leaves are flying!
The figure is shaking!
With every breath, Wang Yi had to endure dozens of blows with the stick.
These sticks contain immense power.
The iron rod hit a million-pound boulder, and the boulder shattered into powder.
Generally speaking, the powerful Grand Masters simply cannot resist it.
Wang Yi can resist.
He moved slightly to avoid the stick hitting his head, and moved forward with one palm.
The air of ice exploded.
Unexpectedly, the monk didn't panic, and a powerful force emerged from his body to resist Wang Yi's Ice Divine Palm.
"Hahahaha, devil, you will die today, seventy-two evil spirits, attack with all your strength!"
"Yes, Master!"
The seventy-two Disha monks attacked with all their strength and did not defend themselves at all.
Wang Yi's eyes were cold.
He swayed in the bamboo forest, avoiding the attacks of seventy-two Disha monks.
He followed him like a shadow and came behind a monk.
This time, he didn't attack, but grabbed the monk's arm.
Huge power emerged from the monk's body, and the monk wanted to break free from Wang Yi's restraints.
Wang Yi would not let the monk slip away. He resisted the attacks of other monks, turned one hand into an eagle claw, and performed the Eagle Claw Skill.
Click!
The monk's head was twisted off.
Now, no matter how magical the formation was, it could not save the life of the monk who had his neck broken.
The other seventy-one monks were shocked and in disbelief.
They clearly sensed the strength and defense within their bodies, which were blessed by formations. Even the great masters could not defeat them.
How could he die?
They had no idea how powerful Wang Yi was.
"Kill, kill him!"
"kill!"
The momentum of the seventy-one monks changed.
Becoming more ferocious.
But their formation has also changed, and there is a trace of chaos.
This is exactly the result Wang Yi wants.
Wang Yi activated the golden bell and confronted him head-on.
Bang bang bang!
The stick hit the golden bell.
Wang Yi grabbed the two Disha monks with both hands and twisted their necks.
Two monks, burp!
Wang Yi followed suit and killed other Disha monks.
After a Disha monk died, the Vajra Demon Subduing Disha Formation was incomplete. Without the blessing of the formation, these Disha monks could not block Wang Yi's attack at all.
"Ice Divine Palm!"
Wang Yi completely exploded.
The unparalleled air of ice froze the bamboo forest.
"broken!"
boom!
Wang Yi's bamboo forest with a radius of 100 feet turned into powder.
Seventy-two Disha monks died completely.
In the air, two old bald donkeys appeared in Wang Yi's sight.
The moans of two old bald donkeys are hard to describe!
Although they look ugly, they think beautiful!
"Junior brother, this little evil beast has exploded and lost all his true energy. Let's kill him!"
"Okay, senior brother, this little evil beast dares to attack our old Buddhist temple, he must be killed!"
"Take action, the old Buddha ascends to heaven!"
Two great masters and old monks from the old Buddhist temple joined forces to perform the unique magical power of the old Buddhist temple: the old Buddha ascended to heaven!
It was a phantom golden Buddha, with hands clasped together, slowly rising into the sky and coming to Wang Yi's head.
The Golden Buddha unleashes terrifying murderous intent.
The murderous aura soared into the clouds and made the mountains tremble.
The Golden Buddha slowly opened his hands and patted Wang Yi.
That big golden Buddha hand covered the sky and the sun, its heavy power overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Wang Yi was under millions of dollars of pressure.
No effect.
His physical body is dozens of times more powerful than the physical body of a Grand Master of the same level!
It's just that the physical body is difficult to attack from a distance.
Wang Yi took ten steps back and activated the golden bell.
A large transparent clock appeared above Wang Yi's head.
As Wang Yi continued to input true energy, the golden bell grew larger, towering like a mountain in the sky.
"go!"
The transparent golden bell fell from the sky and instantly covered the golden Buddha underneath.
Boom!
The golden Buddha struggled hard, and the golden bell exploded, making a huge noise!
Below the Golden Bell, waves of air were steaming and rolling.
Just like a peerless master performing a lion's roar, the sound coming from the lower mouth shatters everything in front of him.
Who can stop the terrifying Tianyin!
"town!"
Wang Yi suddenly shook the golden bell.
The golden Buddha inside the golden bell instantly turned into a point of light.
Poof!
Two old bald donkeys from the old Buddhist temple spat out blood.
The Golden Buddha was transformed by their essence and spirit, and was shattered by the golden bell. Their essence and spirit were damaged, and they were seriously injured and dying from the backlash.
"You little bastard, you are so poisonous!"
"Our old Buddhist temple will not let you go!"
The two old Buddhist monks knew they could not escape. The compassionate eyes of the Buddha in the past were now full of hatred, like the eyes of a ghost.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple appeared with a compassionate look on his face, clasped his hands together, and declared: "Amitabha, benefactor, please forgive me if I can..."
boom!
The golden bell knocked the abbot of Shaolin Temple into blood mist, then turned around and turned into the size of a mountain, covering the two old bald donkeys in the old Buddhist temple.
Two old bald donkeys in the old Buddhist temple were frightened, and one of them shouted in horror: "Wait..."
Keng!
The golden bell released terrifying ripples, shattering the two grandmasters.
The mountain behind Shaolin Temple is bald.
People are gone.
Wang Yi took the transparent golden bell into his body.
At this time, Shaolin Temple was in chaos.
Some unpopular monks took action.
Among them, a Huotoutuo sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion and quietly took more than a dozen secret books and left.
In this chaotic time, no one paid attention.
There are many powerful masters in Shaolin Temple, but they don't dare to fight Wang Yi at all, they just chant sutras.
Wang Yi came down from the back mountain and came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple.
He flipped through the secret books at will.
No one stopped.
"Shaolin's seventy-two stunts, rubbish!"
"Children's skills are just average."
"Nine-phase magical power, just so-so,"
"Hey, this is the Yi Jin Jing, no, one, two, red, yellow, blue, white, black, the seven great celestial beings, the seven-level pagoda, the highest level is the black level, and the legendary Wujian, the black pagoda Yi Jin Sutra, this seems to be a magical skill that can be cultivated to the level of a great master!"
Wang Yi read it for a while. This Black Buddha Yi Jin Sutra focuses on tempering essence, energy, and spirit to reach the realm of controlling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and create an unparalleled fighting body.
This Black Pagoda secret book is much more advanced than the Golden Bell Cover.
But that was only a twelve-layered golden bell. Wang Yi had already deduced a thirteen-layered golden bell, and was about to develop a ten-layered golden bell, which was much more powerful than the Black Buddha Yi Jin Jing.
"It's a good magic skill, take it!"
Wang Yi collected more than a dozen secret books and left through the air.
"This evil star is finally gone."
"He killed the abbot, the wisdom master of Arhat Academy, the eighteen Arhats, the seventy-two evil spirits, and took away so many secret books. We must inform the master!"
"Yes, inform Master, we will inform you now."
"Do you know who this devil is?"
"The two masters of the old Buddhist temple said that he is the master of the Chinese Pavilion!"
"Master of the Chinese Pavilion, we must destroy him."
Shaolin Temple monks fly pigeons to deliver messages.
In the northern land, Tianmo Mountain, two million troops are still fighting.
Blood flowed into a river!
Countless martial arts masters died!
Grandmasters are not immune either!
