The top ten Wudang in the gold list, Zhang Sanfeng is stupid

The well-known Shaolin 72 stunts were displayed one by one by him.

The sweeping monk's speed was extremely fast, and his afterimages were everywhere in the void.

He is like a melting pot, integrating all 72 stunts into one body.

"I didn't expect that the sweeping monk actually trained me to this level in Shaolin martial arts!"

Shaolin abbot Xuanci and the chief officials clicked their tongues in shock.

Any unique skill is the lifelong painstaking effort of the former Shaolin eminent monks, and possesses unparalleled power.

It is already very difficult for ordinary monks to cultivate one sect to perfection.

Those with outstanding talents can only practice two or three sects in their lifetime!

Since Shaolin Temple was built, no one has been able to practice all 72 unique skills successfully.

The sweeping monk is the only one!

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Snow Mountain Temple.

"This old monk is terrifying!"

Jiumozhi opened his eyes wide, filled with deep horror.

In addition to the flame knife taught to him by Ba Siba, he also dabbled in a lot of Shaolin 72 stunts!

But he didn't succeed in painstaking practice, but used the little Wuxiang Gong to forcibly activate the 72 stunts.

It is much inferior to the power of real cultivation success!

It is precisely because of this that he feels incredible that the sweeping monk can master 72 stunts at his fingertips.

......

Bang bang bang.

The air exploded again and again.

The cliff shook violently, and the vegetation and gravel rolled past.

The sweeping monk was full of golden Buddha's light, and his thin body was filled with muscles, like a savage dragon dormant, possessing amazing strength.

The whole person was raised three feet, and the energy and blood of the whole body was blazing, like a big furnace, and the heat wave was churning and surging.

"Roar!"

At this time, he no longer looked like an old monk, but turned into a vajra with angry eyes, roaring like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring.

The sound waves are rolling, shaking the mountains and rivers!

Many people subconsciously covered their ears.

But that wave of sound still came clearly, and they were so shocked that their blood was churning, and their eardrums were about to burst!

Everyone couldn't help being horrified, if they were exposed to the sound waves, they would probably shatter their internal organs and die.

Cracks and cracks appeared on the rocky cliff, which spread rapidly.

Click.

A crisp voice sounded.

The cliff is torn apart.

The sweeping monk and Yu Lianzhou hung in the void, unaffected in the slightest.

The sweeping monk is like a king kong, trying to sweep away the demons.

When he punched out, the strong wind roared, forming a tornado, rolling up these broken ten-thousand-jin boulders as if they were nothing.

boom!boom!boom!

The moment when the tornado-like golden energy and blood collided.

Between heaven and earth, there was a terrifying roar.

An incomparable air wave swept across, and thousands of feet of dust exploded from the ground.

The mountains and rivers within a radius of several thousand meters disappeared as if they were wiped away by the gods from the world, leaving only billowing smoke.

The tornado dissipated quickly.

"Cough cough..."

The floor-sweeping monk bled from his seven orifices and sat cross-legged in the void.

The bulging body became emaciated again, covered with golden blood, and his breath was extremely weak.

His eyes were drooping, and he had no strength to fight anymore.

But the expression on his face was very peaceful, without sadness or joy.

"Old monk, are you really not afraid of death?"

From the void, Yu Lianzhou walked to his side with her hands behind her back.

"This old man has lived for a hundred years. Before he passed away, he could see such martial arts. I have no regrets in this life!"

The sweeping monk raised his head and grinned.

At this moment, he was like a Buddha who passed through the world.

"The sweeping monk is going to pass away?!"

Kyushu boiled, surprised.

Everyone could see that the sweeping monk was seriously injured and was not far from death.

But the sweeping monk is still alive and well at this time, and he is on the top list.

Could it be that the sweeping monk recovered from his injuries?

Just when everyone was surprised.

Yu Lianzhou also stared at the sweeping monk who was dying.

He looked calm and serene, without attachment to life.

As if death were a release, from the skin of the flesh.

"Forget it, I will send you a fortune!"

Yu Lianzhou sighed softly, this is a pure Buddhist cultivator, worthy of the respect of the world.

Under countless gazes, Yu Lianzhou stretched out her hand and lightly pressed the sweeping monk's head.

A majestic life energy poured into the body of the sweeping monk, allowing him to recover quickly from his injuries.

At the same time, a wave of spiritual power descended, completely covering the earth monk.

"What is Immortal Mo doing?"

"Isn't it for the empowerment through the air?"

"You can see that the sweeping monk's injuries are all healed."

"It's unbelievable, there is still a spiritual force pervading, do you want to help the sweeping monk break through?"

Yu Lianzhou didn't know that he wanted to cure the sweeping monk.

At the same time, we also want to send the sweeping monk a fortune.

Among the leaves covering the sky, there is a great emperor named "Amitabha Buddha".

Amitabha Buddha is unfathomable, possesses great wisdom and great compassion. He founded Buddhism, saved all living beings throughout his life, and let the light of Buddha spread all over the world.

With the power of faith, he cast an immortal body and survived for a long time!

Before he passed away, he came to the Emperor Burying Star, and his body conceived a true spirit, which transformed him into Sakyamuni!

On the other side of the starry sky, spread Buddhism again.

Even if this Buddhist emperor is not the most powerful emperor, he still has incredible strength.

Yu Lianzhou just wanted to transfer everything about Amitabha Buddha into the mind of the sweeping monk.

There is no way for him to enlighten people with just one novel like Su Li.

But these experiences may allow the sweeping monk to embark on a new path of Buddhist practice.

Under the gaze of the crowd, they found that a look of enlightenment suddenly appeared on the face of the sweeping monk.

There is a faint Buddha's light, blooming from his thin body!

At this moment, everyone thought of a word!

The fairy helped me up!

Get longevity!

Immortal support!

With a touch of an immortal, the mystery of longevity can be introduced into the minds of the world!

This is the legendary method.

At this moment, the legend has become a reality.

Everyone's eyes became extremely hot, and their faces were full of envy.

Ying Zheng, in particular, was even more excited.

If he can be touched by a fairy.

You don't need to practice hard, you can get longevity!

"It's hateful that a lonely person can't get this kind of fairy fate!"

Ying Zheng clenched his fists and hung down on the Android, looking aggrieved!

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on the screen.

Yu Lianzhou's palm.

In just a split second, he moved away from the sweeping monk.

After a while.

The sweeping monk woke up, his breath was as holy as a Buddha.

With a joyful face and amazed eyes, he looked at Yu Lianzhou gratefully,

Then I bowed deeply to Yu Lianzhou!

After praying, he lay down on the ground again, performed the highest Buddhist etiquette, and worshiped! .

Chapter 78: The King of the Golden Wheel?But a combined enemy! ! 【Kneeling to subscribe】

Chapter 78

78. King of the Golden Wheel!

Worship.

It is the highest etiquette in Buddhism!

This great gift will only be performed when worshiping the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas!

But the sweeping monk gave this great gift to Yu Lianzhou.

But no one was surprised at all.

Yu Lianzhou not only healed the monk's injury just now, but also helped him realize his epiphany at this moment!

This kind of fairy fate that can't be met is envied by countless people.

In the past, the Buddha sat under the bodhi tree for more than ten years.

After the wind and rain, the scorching sun, and the thunder and bombardment, he never left.