Too late!

While he was expressing his words, there seemed to be a blue light flashing in Yang Yu's eyes.

Thorny ~

The violent friction of the lightning and light, combined with the power of the Ten Dragons and Ten Elephants, exploded in an instant.

Buzz!

At this moment, the tiger demon's heart became cold. It was not the chill of crisis suddenly appearing, but the substantial cold that suddenly fell in the middle of winter!

The cold current was so fierce that in an instant, he felt as if he had returned to the heavy snowy night when his mother was hunted when he was young.

It's not just a tiger demon.

The moment when Yang Yu started his fist, the martial artists in the martial arts inside and outside the wasteland felt cold in their hearts, and they felt a terrifying illusion of falling naked into the ice cave.

The cold winter will not come suddenly, and everyone present will not be afraid of the harsh cold even if they cannot be invaded by the cold and heat.

The reason for this illusion is that

"The Will of the Martial Saint!"

Such a thought flashed through the mind of the monk who abstained from killing.

In the distance, the force of the ten dragons and ten elephants, under the push of the Yuan magnet, hit the huge tiger's head like a meteor!

Dong!

The loud noise that was low but sufficient for no one to ignore was spreading along with the sudden explosion of air in the air.

"roar!"

The tiger demon's eyes were bloodshot and the pain was extremely painful.

Since he attained enlightenment, even though he fought with Bodhidharma, he had never felt such severe pain.

At this moment, he felt that his blood, membrane, muscles, bones, internal organs and hair were crushed by a huge force!

However, with such a huge force, he could not even fly backwards and remove the power.

Because of the dry palm, he held him tightly!

"Bharma!"

The tiger demon screamed shrillly, and blood from his seven orifices spewed out along with his brain.

One punch, but not one punch.

In the midst of lightning, before the tiger demon screamed terrifyingly, Yang Yu had already punched twenty-three consecutive punches between the rolling ghost tide!

It is not the domineering boxing, the divine boxing, nor the Tiangang boxing that you have just started learning, but it is first formed by integrating the four symbols of heaven's will and various boxing intentions.

Four Symbol Fist!

Boom!

The fist burst out in an instant. Under everyone's gaze, the huge body of the tiger demon was like a water bag that was suddenly pierced, spewing out a large piece of fishy blood mist.

But the moment the blood mist was sprayed out, it turned into ice crystals, as if even the blood was frozen by the intention of the fist.

"puff!"

He landed heavily, coughing up blood in big mouths, and the aura of the tiger demon disappeared with the escape of the accomplice and had fallen to the bottom.

Bang!

At the same time, a phantom was squeezed out from the evil wind that was not dissipated around the tiger demon under such a huge hammer!

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!"

Two Buddha's chants, regardless of order, and the two figures fell on the wasteland in no order.

The same thin and dark figure is the same, but the difference is that one has a scar on his head and the other has a small braid.

"Master!"

Seeing the old monk in gray, the monks headed by Xu Jing of Dachan Temple were all shocked and they all approached.

Only Jiji and Xu Jing stood there, looking at each other, and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

For more than seven months, the old monk has been by their side, but they have never had any thoughts of doubt.

At this moment, I suddenly woke up and couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Fan Ruyi? It turns out it was you..."

Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air, Yang Yu shook his palm, and the purple gold swallowing treasure gourd had reached its limit, so he had to let the other accomplices disperse.

Looking at the old monk with small braids, his heart couldn't help but condense.

Before fighting with the tiger demon, he had already faintly noticed another breath of spying. In the conversation before taking action, he also had the intention of finding this person.

But I didn’t expect that the person behind this was Fan Ruyi?

As soon as he thought of this, he realized in his heart why Bodhidharma had not appeared for more than two years, but after the tiger demon appeared, he sent a message to himself.

I'm afraid I also noticed Fan Ruyi's traces.

"You have made progress again in the illusion for more than two years? It seems that I have underestimated you..."

His eyes swept over Yang Yu and commented casually. Fan Ruyi's gaze had already fallen on the unpretentious old monk in gray.

Put your hands together and bow slightly:

"The little monk Fan Ruyi has met the great monk."

"Master, this person..."

A monk approached with excitement and wanted to say something, but the old monk in gray waved his hand to stop him.

"Fan Ruyi?"

Chewing on the name of the visitor, Damo's eyes were clear:

"I didn't expect that there would be monks who would follow the path of "Brahma and I" in the future. They are respectable but also sad."

Upon hearing this, Fan Ruyi seemed to be curious:

"Where is the sadness?"

"The unity of man and nature is to use heaven as a mirror to reflect oneself, seek to obtain the transcendence of oneself from external things. Brahma and I are the same..."

Speaking of this, Bodhidharma shook his head slightly:

"You took Fan Ruyi as your name and surname. I think you have already established your own Buddha kingdom in later generations?"

“Yes.”

Fan Ru nodded:

"Two thousand years later, the little monk led three of the world, and there were hundreds of millions of good men and women in China, and thirty-four thousand temples, all of whom regarded me as Buddha..."

"Evil Demon heretics!"

Hearing this, an old monk couldn't help but refute:

"The ancestors clearly understand that Dali is called Buddha land, but it is actually a demon land! Tianlun Temple divides sentient beings into various places, and there is no thought of equality between self, Buddha and sentient beings. The people in the temple dare to call them Buddha..."

"Equal all beings?"

Before Bodhidharma could speak, Fan Ruyi laughed:

"It's so great that the monks know that the Zen branches of Dachan Temple, Wuliang Sect, Lanke Temple and other Zen Buddhism all swallowed hundreds of millions of Buddha's fields and kept countless serfs in captivity. Among them, the luxurious places are not inferior to my eternal Tianlun Temple, and even there are more than..."

"shut up!"

After hearing this, even the other monks who were afraid of his martial arts could not help but refute them one after another.

Xu Jing wanted to say something, but still closed her mouth.

Yang Yu didn't care about the noise of the monk. After Bodhidharma appeared, he took a few steps back and stared at the dying tiger demon while sensing himself.

Tens of thousands of accomplices, even with the help of the evil-suppressing seal, the purple gold evil-swalking gourd was still supported to its limit.

Need to be refined.

"Amitabha……"

The Buddha's name suppressed all the noises. Bodhidharma's eyes swept over, and all the monks lowered their heads and did not dare to look at them.

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Seeing this, the old monk's eyes only had a little more color:

"In the past, the monks had handed over the precepts, scriptures, and martial arts. He thought that the younger monks could keep the precepts and learn scriptures, have a clear mind and a clear mind and practice martial arts to strengthen their body..."

He sighed slightly, and Bodhidharma said something, and only looked at Fan Ruyi indifferently:

"Since you call me a Buddha, why should I find an old monk who has died for many years?"

"The monk is too humble."
To be continued...