The real body of the golden crow appeared, like a sun, and under the flames and light, it made the entire Shaolin Temple look like a huge stove. Now everyone regretted it and shouldn't provoke this guy, but regret is useless. Chen Yuyang's murderous intention has appeared.

Xuan Ci, who was below, quickly shouted: "Calm down, calm down, little donor, be calm!"

Xuanyuan Gang in the sky also knew that it was too late to say anything now, so he could only use the Xuanyuan Sword to see if he could resist one or two. However, Xuanyuan Sword is not an ancient divine weapon after all, and the King's Sword was bred by Hongmeng. With a Nine Dragon Robe, these mortal magic weapons could not hurt Chen Yuyang at all.

Chen Yuyang's body became more and more swelling, and it was like a small sun. The huge Xuanyuan Sword kept resisting the purple sword light and purple flames emitted from Chen Yuyang's body, but the flames attached to him also put a lot of pressure on him. After this battle, it was confirmed that the Dao heart was damaged.

The Great Monk Lekong of Putuo Mountain dragged his purple golden lotus and said, "Dear brothers, don't show up yet, when will you wait!"

Speaking, Le Kong squirted blood on the purple golden lotus, and suddenly a golden halo appeared in the sky, and the sound of drumbeats was beating. The Putuo Mountain lineage was different from Shaolin. Shaolin was the ancestor of Bodhidharma, and he paid more attention to martial arts. Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills were all martial arts. Only when the martial arts golden elixir can he exert his magic power.

But Putuo Mountain was traveling to the Guanyin lineage, with superb magic power. They were able to summon the true bodies of the Eighteen Arhats. With his own hard work, Le Kong suddenly woke up the true bodies of the Eighteen Arhats. In the sky, the Eighteen Arhats shone golden light, surrounding Chen Yuyang.

These guys have to show off and say, "Subduing the dragon, subduing the tiger!"

Just when the Arhat with a golden dragon was shining with golden light, the golden dragon roared and shook Chen Yuyang's purple sword light back. Chen Yuyang sneered and said, "Li Xiuyuan, do you also want to be enemies with me?"

However, this Arhat seemed to have no mind, it was just a dead object, and he couldn't understand Chen Yuyang's words at all. He was just a golden dragon and wanted to launch a new round of attacks on Chen Yuyang. The eighteen Arhats were arranged, and the cassocks were flying, and the golden light was four times. The dragon subdued and the tiger showed the golden body of the Arhat. He pinched the ancient mark in his hand, and said lightly: "Arhat's Heaven-turning Seal!"

The huge golden ten thousand words fell from the sky and were about to hit Chen Yuyang.

Chen Yuyang was furious, and his flames burst out in an instant.

Seven rays of light hit the eighteen arhats. The eighteen arhats quickly took off their cassocks, forming a golden network that shone with light to block the flames.

Under Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Xuanci and Wudang Kumu have never seen such a battle. They started to sweat from their heads. Xuanci said: "Brother Kumu Dao, what should we do now? Shaolin thousand-year-old temple cannot be turned into powder in my hands. Please help me!"

Kumu said: "How to help, Brother Buddha's words!"

Xuanci waved his hand and said to the little monk below: "Call all the monks in the temple to the meditation room, and let them recite the Diamond Sutra in the meditation room!"

"promise!"

After coming back to his senses, Xuan Ci said, "Brother Kumu Dao, please take your Wudang disciples to the Zen room and let them calm down and recite the Tao Te Ching. I hope our vows can protect the Shaolin lineage!"

"Dare not obeying!" As he said that, Xuanci and the dead wood left, and they all went to the Shaolin Temple Zen Hall. In the Zen Hall, no less than a thousand monks and dozens of Taoist priests kept silently reciting something. The Sanskrit Diamond Sutra quickly turned into golden words and poured out from the Zen Hall one by one.

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary, it is very good, it is very good!" The Tao Te Ching also began to flood everywhere.

The two great vows of Taoism and Buddhism began to slowly meet over Shaolin Temple, woven into a huge golden snare covering the entire Shaolin Temple. At the same time, the back mountain of Shaolin Temple and within the Bodhidharma Cave, the Sanskrits were sung and strange articles were blooming.

Chen Yuyang, who was in the air, began to stand with his hands behind his back, and the nine dragon robe constantly burst out from his body, and his aura became stronger and stronger. The entire Shaolin Temple felt this pressure, squinted his eyes, and quietly listened to the high-pitched Sanskrit sound, his mood seemed extremely calm, as if he was not fighting.

All the powers that kept coming were blocked by the Nine Dragon Robe on his body. No one could shake the Nine Dragon Robe under the Saint. Whether it was the Eighteen Arhats, Xuanyuan Sword, or the Five Old Ones of Kunlun, there was almost no way to take a step closer. Suddenly, Chen Yuyang laughed and laughed loudly, "You juniors are so embarrassing. Even if I stand here, you can't wait, you can do nothing!"

Kou Zhentian said angrily: "Don't be crazy, look at my methods!"

As he said that, Kunlun's sword formation was invading again, and it continued to invade, but it seemed like it was itchy from the air and it did not have any effect.

Xuanyuan Gang was also angry. A golden light rose from the Xuanyuan Sword. He thought directly that Chen Yuyang stabbed him. However, before he could get close to him, the Xuanyuan Sword was knocked down on the ground with a bang. It was very awkward. Even the magic weapon was knocked down, so how could it be?

The rumbling thunder kept ringing, and the Sanskrit and gold characters in the sky continued to meet. Chen Yuyang still squinted his eyes and felt everything around him. For his current level, he was already in the early stage of quasi-saints. It was embarrassing to fight with these little guys.

Even if they stood here and did not move, they could not do anything to themselves. But he always felt familiar voices calling him, as if they were on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. He didn't know where to go. Who was the familiar Sanskrit scriptures and familiar voices? Why?

Chen Yuyang began to mutter silently, unconsciously, that was a passage of scripture.

The attack of the storm continued, but Chen Yuyang was unmoved. After a long time, he opened his eyes again. Two golden lights flashed, and a faint smile appeared on his face and said, "So that's it, so that's it! Hahahaha!"

As he said that, he stroked his sleeves, his figure disappeared from the air. Only five golden sand was left on the ground of Shaolin Temple. His voice kept echoing in everyone's ears, saying, "Hahaha, I won't play with you anymore. If you still want to make things difficult for me, just look at the Five Olds of Kunlun. They will be your fate, and I will see!" hf();
Chapter completed!