The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

The news leaked out from nowhere, and in just one day, the matter of Shaolin's main condensed Dharma body spread all over the place in an instant.

Countless people were shocked by it.

The faces of all the demon king-level powerhouses of the various demon clans changed drastically.

"No, if someone in the human race can successfully condense the dharma body, it will definitely not be a good thing for my monster race!"

"Abbot of Shaolin? He is number one in the ranking today, we must stop him!"

"Hasn't the inheritance of the human race been cut off long ago? Why is there still someone who can condense the Dharma Body?"

Countless demon kings made a sensation and hurried towards the land of Shaolin.

Of course, they didn't dare to sabotage it openly, because that Chen Xuan would definitely pass by too.

Most of the demon kings rushed to Shaolin in the name of worshiping the mountain.

Just want to be able to cause a slight fluctuation at a critical moment.

When condensing the dharma body, it is extremely dangerous, and the slightest disturbance cannot happen. Once it occurs, it will make people fall short, so they have plenty of opportunities to make a move.

There was an uproar all over the world.

The great masters of the various human races were all very excited.

The moment the news spread, the heads of various families and sects immediately started to go to Shaolin on their own initiative, willing to protect the Dharma.

The eyes of the several strong men of the ancient seven evils in the heaven list all turned cold.

"The Lord of Shaolin wants to condense the dharma body?"

"Hey, it's fine if he hides in the dark and condenses honestly. Now that the world knows about it, let me see how he condenses it?"

"Our ancient seven evils have a long history and have been monitoring this land for thousands of years. Counting the time, those people should have appeared."

"An unprecedented glory is about to come. What kind of monster race and human race are just living in the dreams of those people. They are all a group of poor lambs."

"Let's go, go to Shaolin first, and see how the old thief died?"

The masters of the ancient seven evils all sneered.

the other direction.

In a dilapidated Taoist temple.

The tattered Tiegui Taoist was panting heavily, his whole body was skinny, he had lost an unknown amount of weight compared to before, lying on the ground as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Not far from him, three cold corpses lay there quietly.

"What? The main thing in Shaolin is to condense the Dharma Body? Isn't Shaolin's Dharma Body Realm technique lost long ago? Where did he get it?"

"Forget it, I don't care, I am too uncomfortable to be suppressed by the damn shackles of heaven and earth, condensing the body, whether it is a blessing or a curse, let you bear it yourself."

He got up from the ground and left the place quickly.

The next morning.

Chen Xuan rushed to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

The entire foot of Shaoshi Mountain was densely packed. I don't know how many people came here. There were human races and monster races. The weakest ones were all at the level of a great master.

Among them, there are dozens of demon king-level existences.

And that's not including the ones hiding in the dark.

The Zhigu monks in Shaolin were busy, entertaining everyone quickly.

They didn't expect that the news would leak out suddenly. Now that so many demon kings are gathered here, if any demon king has malicious intentions, will their old abbot still succeed?

Many monks secretly worried.

"Chen Shaoxia, you are here. The old abbot asked me to take you there, and I want to meet you."

Master Fayuan, the head of Luohan Hall, found Chen Xuan and said.

"Okay, thank you for your recommendation."

Chen Xuan raised one hand.

Long Gui and Zhao Ritian looked towards the Shaolin temple, frowning secretly.

"After so many years, Shaolin Temple has really changed a lot. There is a big deviation from what I remember. In ancient times, there were 36 sacred mountains under Shaoshi Mountain, which suppressed all demons and ghosts. Now these sacred mountains have disappeared."

Dragon Turtle said.

Chen Xuan followed Master Fayuan all the way to the interior of Shaolin.

Walking all the way, he could clearly capture the invisible spiritual power, spreading from all directions, shooting towards every room in Shaolin.

Obviously, most of these mental powers belong to the Demon King.

Not long after, Chen Xuan was led by Master Fayuan to the deepest meditation room.

The Zen incense rises, and the whole room is filled with an indescribable peace and harmony, which makes people feel relaxed, as if all the pressure on the body is suddenly eliminated.

An indescribable strange feeling emerged from my heart.

"Chen Shaoxia, please come in."

Master Fayuan spoke.

Chen Xuan walked towards the inside, and when he saw a figure inside, his eyes froze.

In the room, I saw a skinny figure, wearing cassock, sitting cross-legged, with palms folded, golden rays of light emanating from the skin.

Half of his body has turned into a transparent color, leaving only the other half, filled with golden light.

Moreover, it seemed that the face of this skinny figure was full of pain, as if he had encountered great suffering.

Eight-armed Arhat, Fakong!

Not far from him, there is another Taoist, wearing a green robe, holding a dust whisk, with gray hair and beard, no age can be seen, saluting Chen Xuan's head.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "This junior has met Abbot Fakong and Taoist Master Qingfeng!"

He didn't need to ask him to know that the two in front of him were definitely the famous abbot of Shaolin and the master of Wudang.

"Chen Shaoxia, you are here."