Blinking, Ye Feng showed a hint of surprise on his face. As Xu Hui exploded, his star power and Buddha power poured into Haoyue behind him, causing Haoyue to undergo a strange change.

"Buzz!!!"

The bright moon is like a big millstone, turning slowly and heavily, and the dazzling "卍" character in it is as stable as Mount Tai, standing still.

"Damn it, that's a magical curse!"

In the distance, Duan Zhixing screamed strangely, "Run quickly, the old bald donkey Xuhui has given him a body of energy and flesh and blood, and wants to invite the real power of Buddhism to come!"

"call out!"

Listening to Duan Zhixing's shouting, Ye Feng turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

At the treasure of the Sea God, Ye Feng used the "Please Spirit Talisman" to radiate a ray of will of the Six Divine Heavens and burst out with extremely terrifying power.

It is precisely because of this that Ye Feng understood the terribleness of this method similar to the "Jumping God".

What if the fortune of Xuhui and Xuhui are soaring, what if the Buddhist master Tathagata is invited?

"Please, Master Bodhidharma!"

As this sound rang out, Xu Hui's will completely collapsed and disappeared from this world.

Listening to the sounds echoing in his ears, Ye Feng's scalp was numb, "Damn it, do you want to be so exaggerated? I'll invite Bodhidharma as soon as I came up?"

Ye Feng's face was filled with a bitter smile, feeling the terrifying pressure surging in the void, and could only think in secret that he was unlucky, Tianheng Demon Dragon Stick in the left hand and Ten Thousand Ghost Banner in the right hand, ready to fight to the death.

"boom!!!"

The dazzling Buddha power is as vast as the ocean, covering this world.

There is no doubt that this ancestor Bodhidharma, who was invited by Xuhui, is 100% the Venerable of the Middle Star.

Ye Feng's eyes were tingling, and stars were hanging in the Buddha's power, as if they were real, exuding desperate and terrifying pressure.

"This time, it's really over!"

Ye Feng believed that he was not weak, but he really didn't have any confidence in facing the famous existence like Zhongxing, especially Bodhidharma.

Ding Peng's face was filled with pain, and the endless pressure and Buddha power made his skin crack and the energy of life and death boiled.

As for Duan Zhixing, he was even more unbearable and was directly oppressed by the terrifying aura.

At the same time, over Shaolin Temple, Xing Hong's face was filled with despair, looking down at the cracked statue of the Dragon Subduing Arhat.

"That's it?"

Suddenly!

Xinghong suddenly looked up and looked at the vast and pure Buddha power that overflowed from the void. The breath made the panic and despair in his heart swept away.

"Oh my God, what a terrible Buddha power!"

"I have the urge to become a monk!"

"Shaolin Temple is Shaolin Temple. No matter how strong Huangquan Road is, it is impossible to shake this thousand-year treasure temple!"

"The evil demons can't defeat justice after all!"

In the underworld, Zhuge Wolong's expression was dull, feeling the energy overflowing from the void, and his whole body was full of goose bumps.

Xiao Sanxiao half-squinted her eyes, her pupils contracted strangely, "It's simply incredible that the Zhongxing Master was born!"

After living for more than four thousand years, Xiaosanxiao knew many secrets, one of which was the Great Master of the Middle Star, which could not be directly descended to the earth.

In the void, Ye Feng's expression gradually calmed down. Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to think about, so he can only fight to the death.

"Life is a poor trip, and occasionally you need to go wild!"

Suddenly, a sound full of energy sounded in Ye Feng's ears.

"Um?"

Ye Feng raised his sword eyebrows, and when he listened to this energetic sentence, he always felt something was wrong.

As a Buddhist monk with almost mythology, shouldn’t Bodhidharma say “Amitabha” first as soon as he appears?

"Damn, Bodhidharma? Is this really Bodhidharma?"

Suddenly, Ye Feng screamed strangely, and his eyes almost fell out, looking at the figure walking out of the vast Buddha power.

The visitor was burly and had nine ring scars on his bare head, but other than that, he could not tell that he was a monk.

Wearing a gray cloak, two small copper chimneys behind his back, windproof sunglasses on his forehead, his fists were wrapped in iron fists, and a large belt was tied around his waist, especially the emerald in the center of the belt, which made him look even more inconsistent.

Looking at the outfit of Bodhidharma, Ye Feng was completely confused.

Facing Ye Feng's astonished gaze, Bodhidharma raised his fists covered by fists, hammered his chest, making a dull sound like a heavy hammer hitting a cowhide drum, and said in a muffled voice, "What do you think? Have you ever seen such a strong body? Let me tell you that a strong figure comes from persistent exercise. Boy, as long as you persist in exercise, you can have the same perfect figure as me!"

"Damn, you are really Bodhidharma!"

Suddenly, Ye Feng slapped his head and stared at Bodhidharma blankly. Four words appeared in his mind, Honor of Kings.

Before traveling through this world, Ye Feng would play this game from time to time. A hero character in it was called Bodhidharma, and his outfit was exactly the same as the ancestor of Bodhidharma in front of him.

Ye Feng felt a little messy. In his imagination, Bodhidharma should be a serious monk who is dedicated to Buddha and saves all living beings, but now...

"The little monk is Bodhidharma!"

Bodhidharma raised his hand, fisted his nose, raised his neck, and said, "I won't be nonsense with you. The little monk has limited time. Let's go around the world first!"

"Well!"

Seeing that Bodhidharma was about to leave, Ye Feng was really amused and wanted to say, after all, you were invited by Xuhui with all his might. At least you have to do it on the surface, right?

Of course, Ye Feng would not be so rude and it would be boring to make things difficult for him.

However, Bodhidharma, who was about to leave, seemed to hear Ye Feng muttering in his heart, turned his head and grinned at him, and said, "The little monk's motto is that all living beings are equal in front of death. The little monk will not kill you because of Xuhui's death. Otherwise, how can all living beings be equal?"

"It makes sense!" Ye Feng agreed with a tough head.

"I came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and wanted to go to the West to obtain the scriptures. The little monk left!!!"

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The two small chimneys behind Bodhidharma sprayed out thick smoke, like dark clouds, covering dozens of miles of radius.

"Ahem!!"

Ye Feng was choked by the thick smoke and tears were almost flowing out.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at Ding Peng who had a strange expression and shot towards him, Ye Feng's face was also very uncomfortable.

"I'm fine!" Ding Peng shook his head and then looked at the place where Xu Hui exploded before, "This old monk died a little unworthy!"

Ye Feng agreed with Ding Peng's words very much, "Don't say this anymore, continue to act according to the plan!"

"Um!"

...

At this moment, over Shaolin Temple, Xing Hong's face was filled with a faint smile, and he looked at the dazzling Buddha power slowly retracting into the void in the air, "It should be the solution to the monsters on Huangquan Road!"

Not only Xinghong thinks so, but the others are the same. Even Zhuge Wolong is full of concern, believing that Ding Peng is in danger.

"boom!!!"

Suddenly!

A dark sword force seemed to be a black crescent moon, tearing apart the void and slashing down towards the Shaolin Temple covered by the formation.
Chapter completed!