Crossing the Invincible World

The sweeping old monk naturally has a high status in the Shaolin Temple. As soon as he opened his mouth, the Shaolin disciples did not continue to contain Jiangning, and one after another gave a way out.

It's just that the way was yielded, but he didn't glaring at Jiang Ning very friendly. Since it was possible to see the major heads of Shaolin Temple, Jiang Ning didn't care about the anger of these Shaolin disciples.

Jiang Ning seemed to be walking slowly on the trail, but in fact it was very fast. Often people would need to trot dozens of steps for a distance of three or two steps. This kind of effort made many Lin disciples look at him, but at the same time, they became more determined. The death of their future abbot is related to the Kingdom of Daming.

Jiang Ning soon came to the main hall. He saw six gray-haired old monks sitting on the ground, and two others standing, one of them was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and the other was an old monk.

"I have seen all the masters." In the face of these eminent monks, Jiang Ning still had respect in his heart.

"Donor Jiang, I came to Shaolin Temple this time, but it's for my junior's business?" the sweeping old monk asked.

"Exactly, when I heard that the master was killed in Daming, I was very surprised, and immediately rushed to Shaolin Temple. It is impossible for me to do such a thing in Daming country," Jiang Ning said.

"Donor Jiang's statement is only one-sided, how can we believe it?" the abbot said at this time.

There is really nothing wrong with what he said. If this matter is replaced by Jiang Ning, it is estimated that he will doubt it. However, since I came to Shaolin Temple now, I naturally wanted to convince them to give myself some time to find out the truth.

"What the abbot said is extremely true. It's really hard to believe what I said on one side. In order not to damage the friendship between our two parties, I also ask the masters to give me some time. I can find out who did this." Jiang Ning said. .

"I don't know how long it will take for Donor Jiang to investigate this matter?" Shaolin Abbot said.

Jiang Ning frowned. He originally wanted to talk about one month, but the task of the system was to persuade Shaolin Temple to give him three months.

"I need three months to find out this matter." Jiang Ning said, he was not sure that Shaolin Temple would give him so much time.

Sure enough, when these words came out, many monks frowned. Three months have been a little longer, and it is easy for something to change in the middle. Therefore, these monks did not want to agree.

But at this time, Jiang Ning continued: "I know it is difficult for the masters to agree with so many time proposals, but since I have proposed it, it must be realized."

"Oh, Donor Jiang is planning to challenge our Shaolin Dharma Academy?" The abbot of Shaolin Temple flashed a bright eye. Back then, Shaolin Temple set the rules. Everyone had a chance to challenge Dharma Academy to make Shaolin Temple agree to the conditions. Of course these conditions It's not a bad thing.

"Exactly." Jiang Ning said. The Bodhidharma he challenged was not a challenge to a person, but a formation. This formation was known to be the foundation of the Shaolin School, and for thousands of years, no one could stop it.

However, Jiang Ning is not challenging the complete formation, but is incomplete. We must know that this complete formation requires seventy-two Shaolin monks to form a large formation, and every monk must practice a stunt. Together, they must have 72 Shaolin stunts.

The most terrifying thing is that the strength of these eminent monks themselves is at least required to be innate high-level. The 72 stunt formations formed in this way can be called the God-Slaying Divine Formation, and no one can resist such formations.

Jiang Ning himself felt that this formation was simply against the sky. Fortunately, the requirements of the formation itself were too high, and even the Shaolin Temple itself had not formed a complete formation. Fortunately, such a situation has long been expected. This large formation can be divided into several smaller formations. In this way, although the power is greatly reduced, the requirements are also reduced.

At this time, since Jiang Ning had already spoken, the six people sitting on the ground slowly stood up. They saluted the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and then saluted Jiang Ning, saying: "The six of us are practicing. The stunt is the same as my Buddha's light fist, and the formation is also the light formation."

Jiang Ning gave a gift, frowned, I am Buddha Guangming fist. Although he has heard of this fist, he has never seen it before. At this time, when facing the enemy, he naturally couldn't guess the opponent's way.

He didn't see how the six old monks moved. Jiang Ning just glanced at his eyes and found that they were already in position.

"Amitabha Buddha." The six people whispered.

Jiang Ning naturally wouldn't keep his hand at this time. He didn't point his finger like a sword. The air in the hall suddenly dropped by several tens of degrees, and the extremely cold sword energy filled the hall that had not changed its true colors for thousands of years.

Just when these sword auras appeared, the six old monks began to move. All six of them clenched their fists and swung them in six directions. For a moment, Dao Dao Quan Jin chased the sword qi and slammed into it.

Although there was no sound, the temperature in the hall was sometimes cold and returned to normal. Such an extreme temperature difference, if an ordinary person can barely hold a few breaths, he may die.

Even a martial artist who hasn't reached the realm of a master can't resist it at all. Fortunately, the two spectators on the sidelines are strong enough to be among the best in the world, and they don't care about this change.

Jiang Ning broke his sword aura when he saw these six old monks wave their hands, and his eyes flickered. Although these six people can break his sword aura so easily because of the formation of a small formation, but the strength of these six people. Can not be ignored.

According to Jiang Ning's observation, the strength of these six people is at least at the high level of Tongshen. With this strength and the bonus of a set of formations, even Jiang Ning cannot easily win.

Jiang Ning frowned and waved his palms, Jiang Long's eighteen palms were displayed like clouds and flowing water, and he attacked and killed one of the old monks. The old monk wanted to deal with Jiang Ning's violent hands. Naturally, he was weak, but he was not alone.

Seeing Jiang Ning's movements, the other five immediately adjusted their positions one after another. They formed a small semicircle at this time, and then shook their fists towards a point.

"My Buddha is bright," the six old monks whispered.

In an instant, the strength of the six fists merged into a Pei Ran fist shadow, and the fist was as big as Hong Zhong and slammed into Jiangning. ,, ..