boom!
As the two palms shook hard, the entire Songshan Mountain seemed to shake, and even the clouds in the sky were washed away.
All the monks in Shaolin looked horrified and looked nervously at the two separated figures.
Qiao Feng frowned.
The last time they met, Murong Fu was not so tyrannical.
During this meeting, Murong Fu became obviously more terrifying.
In front of the mountain gate, Murong Fu fought hard with the old monk. He flew back and said with a ferocious smile, "Old monk, I have to admit that you are the highest master I have ever seen except Li Zhige. But you just fought hard with me. A slap, doesn’t it feel good?”
The old monk tried hard to straighten his rickety back, with traces of bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were calm and his tone was smooth as he said, "The huge skill requires abundant mental strength to support and control it. Donor Murong, haven't you discovered that you have already It’s not you anymore!”
"If you don't wake up and look back, so what if you kill me, it's just self-destruction!"
Murong Fu smiled grimly, "What do I do, I don't need your advice."
"Die to me!"
A huge hand suddenly appeared above the crowd and moved towards the ancient temple.
Seeing the huge hand pressing down, a group of monks looked frightened and their feet were shaking. Some of the timid ones even felt warm between their buttocks and collapsed on the ground in fear.
The old monk raised his head, grasped it with both hands, and violently tore it into the sky.
Claw claw!
As the old monk exerted his strength, the huge hand that was pressing down on the sky was torn open, and the sky became clear again.
A group of monks were breathing heavily and looking at the old monk gratefully.
However, the monks did not notice that the old monk's already rickety body had become a little more rickety, and his beard had also changed from gray to yellow.
Qiao Feng noticed that something was wrong with the old monk's state and immediately said, "Senior, I'm here to help you. Let's kill Murong Fu together!"
Xuanci, Xuanku and other eminent monks of the Xuan generation also hurriedly said, "Yes, senior, together we can definitely kill the devil Murong Fu outside the mountain gate."
The old monk turned his back to everyone and said calmly, "I am not going to die soon, so there is no harm in giving all my skills to the benefactor Murong Fu. Gang leader Qiao, take people away immediately to find your brother named Li Zhige."
"I can delay it for you for another hour."
Looking at the back of the old monk, Qiao Feng had tears in his eyes and shook his head, "No! Senior, we can't abandon you."
"Gang Leader Qiao, don't be pedantic at this time and take your people away immediately. You have to remember that if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. If you all die here, is there any hope of rebuilding Shaolin? Who else will go Save the world?"
"Go! Leave immediately!"
Qiao Feng still shook his head.
The other monks looked at each other, not knowing what to choose for a while.
At this time, Master Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin, stood up and said with determination in his eyes, "Let's go! Listen to the seniors and leave immediately! Junior Brother Xuanku and Gang Leader Qiao, immediately lead people to leave Songshan to find the Demon God Li Zhige!"
Everyone looked at Xuanci and immediately packed their things and prepared to leave.
Just when everyone was about to leave, they found Xuanci sitting cross-legged on the ground and silently closing his eyes.
"Brother Abbot, won't you come with us?"
Xuanci shook his head, "I am the abbot of Shaolin, and I swear to live and die with Shaolin. You are different. You must leave immediately and find another mountain gate to rebuild Shaolin!"
"No! Brother Abbot, if you don't leave, I won't leave either."
Xuan Ku shook his head firmly and sat cross-legged next to Xuan Ci.
Xuanci suddenly opened his eyes and scolded angrily, "Xuanku, as the abbot, I now order you to take the disciples from the temple to leave Songshan Mountain immediately and find another mountain gate to rebuild Shaolin."
"Brother!"
"Let's go, you want the old man's sacrifice to be in vain. Do you want me to die without ever resting in peace? Let's go!"
"Gang Leader Qiao, take them away!"
"Brother!"
"Master Abbot!"
Qiao Feng's eyes were filled with tears. A group of Shaolin monks rubbed their red eyes and left quickly towards the foot of the mountain.
Looking back at the empty temple, at the backs of everyone leaving, and at the old monk who was fighting with Murong Fu, Xuanci looked sad, silently closed his eyes, and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures.
An hour later, in front of the mountain gate, the rickety old monk collapsed to the ground.
Looking at Murong Fu whose whole body was stiff and whose essence was constantly leaking out, the old monk showed a smile of relief in his eyes and murmured softly, "I have committed evil for half my life and repented for half my life. Today I finally repaid the sins I committed in the past. "
Murong Fu froze in place, his essence leaking from the pores on his body. His eyes were crazy, his expression was ferocious, and he roared angrily, "That's not the case! That's not the case! Why can't I continue to absorb Qi? Then it's okay for Li Zhige to absorb the skills of hundreds of people, why am I not as good as him?"
"Could it be that that bitch Li Qingluo had a trick up her sleeve and gave me only a mutilated version of the Beiming Divine Art?"
"Damn it, Li Qingluo, you bitch should die!"
In front of the mountain gate, Xuanci opened his eyes, looked at Murong Fu mockingly, and said coldly, "Murong Fu, aren't you awake yet?"
Murong Fu suddenly turned his head and said with a ferocious smile, "Wake up, why should I wake up? Come on, set fire to this temple immediately, and burn the golden bodies of Buddha and Bodhisattva together!"
"yes!"
"My lord, I obey!"
As Murong Fu roared, a group of masters accompanying Murong Fu immediately stepped into the gate of the ancient temple.
A moment later, the ancient temple located on the mountainside of Songshan Mountain turned into a sea of fire.
Xuanci couldn't help but shed tears as he looked at the flames soaring into the sky. He scolded angrily, "Murong Fu, you have gone completely crazy! All that awaits you is destruction!"
Murong Fu smiled evilly, "I am not crazy! No one can let me perish! Not even Qiao Feng, not the old monk, not even Li Zhige!"
With that said, Murong Fu stepped towards Xuanci.
Seeing Murong Fu approaching, Xuanci immediately stood up, threw himself into the sea of fire at the mountain gate, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The evil self has suppressed the righteous! The evil self has suppressed the righteous! Buddha and Bodhisattva, please open your eyes and take a look. If you don’t open your eyes, people will be in trouble!”
Murong Fu looked at Xuan Ci who threw himself into the sea of fire. He did not chase him, but just sneered.
In front of the mountain gate with flames blazing into the sky, a group of martial arts masters did not dare to approach Murong Fu. They just stayed far away and asked Murong Fu, "Your Majesty, Shaolin has been destroyed. What should we do next?"
Murong Fu's eyes were crazy and cold, and he said in an indifferent voice, "Let's drive back to Gusu and go to Mandala Villa to find that bitch Li Qingluo!"
