Comprehensive martial arts: the villain system, starting with eighteen palms to subdue the dragon

This peaceful voice awakened the mad monk in an instant, his blood-red eyes disappeared, and a trace of clarity returned, but the offensive in his hands still did not stop, and he shouted loudly: "Master, this thief killed Abbot Xinhu, Junior Brother Xinmei even massacred a disciple of Arhat Hall, the apprentice will definitely kill him today!"

Below, an old monk with a benevolent brow and kind eyes, just nodded his head slightly when he heard the words, and said softly, "Fool, how come these old monks you are talking about don't know."

"It's just that the reason is that Xinhu and Xinmei wanted to find my Buddhist treasure, the Tathagata God's Palm, and that's why they both lost their lives at the hands of this benefactor Xiao!"

Xiao Ling glanced down at the old monk standing quietly in many Arhat halls, and instantly made Xiao Ling feel great pressure. This kind-hearted old monk is definitely the strongest he has ever met!

The kind-hearted old monk felt Xiao Ling's gaze, and immediately, a smile appeared on his old face, and he nodded towards Xiao Ling!

Xiao Ling's black and white eyes froze, and the sense of crisis in his heart was overwhelming!

He directly raised his hand, and slapped the benevolent old monk below with all his strength!

"The Ten Thousand Buddhas!"

A huge and strange Sanskrit sound and Buddha sound exploded in mid-air.

Xiao Ling's Imaginary Promise, Nine Suns Divine Art, Xiantian Art, and Zixia Divine Art were running at full speed, and several kinds of extremely powerful and profound inner skills were running, urging the ninth form of Tathagata God's Palm, killing the old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes on the ground!

suddenly!

A huge yellow light circle appeared behind Xiao Ling, and in an instant, countless strange Buddhist voices chanted softly in the yellow light circle behind Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling swung his arms round, and with a loud roar, a golden Buddha figure more than ten feet high condensed on his body. This golden Buddha figure sat cross-legged high in the sky.

The huge golden Buddha's eyes were closed tightly, and his golden right hand pinched an orchid finger.

Afterwards, the orchid fingers of this huge golden Buddha turned into palms, and in a short time, the overwhelming golden palm shadows were shot in the air.

In a moment, the golden palm shadow condensed into a huge golden Buddhist swastika, shining with Buddha's light, and appeared.

Then, another huge swastika also flew out of Xiao Ling's fleshy palms, and the golden Buddha swastika and Xiao Ling's palm shadow brought a huge wave of air and smashed to the towering figure on the ground. , Kind-hearted old monk!

These two monstrous swastikas carried endless power and endless ripples of power, and set off waves of monstrous air waves in the mid-air. The momentum was extremely huge and terrifying. A force seems to be able to destroy everything!

and!

The old monk who stands out from the crowd below and protects the remaining Arhat Hall disciples, saw this cloaking palm, his old face was impassive, without the slightest trace of fear!

"Amitabha!"

"Goodness, goodness!"

"Benefactor Xiao is a good means!"

"My Buddhist palm is in the hands of Benefactor Xiao, so it's not considered buried!"

The benevolent old monk lowered his eyebrows and praised him!

The voice just fell!

immediately!The endless zhenqi in the body erupted, wandering around the whole body!

In an instant, the true qi wandering outside the body formed an invisible wall of gang qi!

This zhenqi mask is different from Xiao Ling's innate qi, it is completely formed by the gathering of his massive zhenqi!

boom!boom!

Great sound!

This palm seemed to hit the kind-hearted old monk completely. It seemed that there was no sound, and it seemed that there was a loud noise that shook the sky and made everyone present deaf for a short time!

Even Sun Baifa, Xinjian, Miao Qizheng, Hu Minghe, Xiaolongnv, and all the old monks of Shaolin Xinzi generation who fought frequently in the distance seemed to be temporarily deaf by this terrifying blow!

"boom!"

In a few seconds!

The palm strength of Xiao Ling's Tathagata palm instantly produced a series of explosions around the benevolent old monk, causing everything around the old monk to be blown to pieces.

And the Arhat Hall disciples around him disappeared for a little while at this moment!

He failed to protect all the Arhat Hall disciples, but only the ones closest to him!

However, at the same time as the explosion, a powerful gust of wind and air waves blew up.

The surrounding area of ​​this benevolent old monk was blown away by the huge wave of air from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect, leaving dozens of huge spider web-like cracks around him.

The benevolent and kind-hearted old monk uttered the Buddha's name, took a step back without any trace of his footsteps, put his palms together like dead trees, and said in his mouth, "Amitabha!"

Then, he lowered his trembling palms slowly.

Sun Baifa, the old man of Tianji, saw this scene, and the sense of crisis in his heart had reached its peak. It was the first time he had seen someone safe and sound under such a terrifying palm.

And the strong sense of crisis in his heart forced him to send a voice transmission to Xiao Ling who was suspended in mid-air, saying: "Sect Master Xiao, this old monk is not easy to deal with, why don't we retreat first and fight again in the future?"

Both Miao Qizheng and Hu Minghe were also shocked by the old monk's tyrannical protective energy. If such a terrifying palm hit the two of them, they might not even be able to find the scum.

And this old monk resisted Xiao Ling's full-strength palm forcefully, but he didn't even have a single scar. One could imagine that the gap between them was like a bottomless chasm!

At this moment, the two finally understood where the sense of crisis in their hearts came from, it was from this old monk who seemed to be unscathed by Xiao Ling's full blow!

Miao Qizheng and Hu Minghe looked at each other, and a trace of fear gradually arose in their hearts. This old monk might be several times or even dozens of times stronger than the ancient sword soul of the Huoyun evil god back then!

because!

They, Miao Qizheng and Hu Minghe, were defeated by the Tathagata God in the hands of the ancient sword soul of Huoyun evil god!

And this old monk, under such a terrifying palm, didn't lose even a strand of hair, how could this prevent the two of them from feeling terrified!

"The thief!"

"You are courting death!"

"How dare you attack my master!"

"kill!"

"Devil Demon Fist!"

boom!

Before the benevolent and kind-hearted old monk below could speak, the great monk who was thrown away by Xiao Ling let out a roar, and his mighty golden body came through the air at high speed.

The sound of piercing through the air is produced by its rapid killing, which is frightening!

boom!

boom!

boom!

In an instant, several punches with great force and force were all smashed on Xiao Ling's body!

Xiao Ling's black figure flew down like a kite with a broken string, and landed on the ground!

ground!

Xiao Ling's figure even slid over a distance of several hundred meters, smashed several big trees on the way, and finally hit a huge rock, which stopped his figure!

vomit!

puff!

The blood from Xiao Ling's mouth spurted out, and the blood spilled into the sky!

"Little thief!"

"You are finished, die!"

Rumble!

The golden figure in mid-air, without stopping, turned sharply down again, and the right fist contained endless true power, and came towards Xiao Ling who was vomiting blood!