Lenggong signed in for 80 years, I am invincible in the world

The abbot of Shaolin Temple turned his head in disbelief, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the old monk, and asked in a voice, "What did you just say?"

The old monk said with difficulty: "I said this power is... a god in the world!"

"Impossible!" the abbot categorically denied, he shook his head frantically, although he was still kneeling, his face was full of panic.

"Since the gods of the world fell 500 years ago, no gods have appeared since then. This power is very powerful, but it is absolutely impossible to be the gods of the world!" The abbot made excuses for himself, he couldn't be the gods of the world.

If it is a human god, the Shaolin Temple will be defeated, and there is no way to resist.

Shaolin Temple has accumulated countless temples for hundreds of years, huge believers, and countless treasures. These things will be taken away by people.

Therefore, it cannot be a god on earth!

However, this thing is no longer transferred by his will.

What the old monk said shocked everyone in the audience.

including the North Sea.

He was surprised and delighted, holding the painting in his hand, his whole body was trembling.

excitement!

He has only one feeling now.

Gods on earth!

It's unbelievable that that mysterious senior actually set foot in the realm of gods and spirits.

"No wonder Emperor Ming is so confident that he let Cangshan and I go to the south of the Yangtze River." The excited Bei Hai began to admire Emperor Ming Lin Tianyuan.

Compared to Bei Hai's excitement, the others were all scared, trembling, shocked, unbelievable, and so on.

These emotions surged in everyone's hearts, with mixed flavors.

"In this world, there will be no human gods..." Someone lost his voice, his expression was both envious and terrified.

They were also complacent because they broke through the martial arts due to a rain, thinking that they had already stood at the pinnacle of practice.

After all, they are all warriors.

You are the second level, third level, and fourth level of Martial Saints, so what?

Still Wu Sheng.

I am also a martial artist.

If you stand at the pinnacle of practitioners, that means I am also at the pinnacle.

But now, a painting was unfolding, and the huge momentum, terrifying punches, and blazing coercion directly crushed them.

Even a Martial Saint has to kneel under this momentum.

Wu Sheng is no longer the pinnacle of the world.

In this world, a god was born. …

The old monk coughed and stammered: "The paper used for this painting is very simple, the ink used is also very simple, and the painting is also very casual. All of these add up to nothing..."

"However, this painting was drawn by a human god, and it contains his aura, and contains a ray of his spiritual consciousness, so we can't resist."

"It is recorded in the scriptures that the gods in the world have destroyed their bodies, and there are terrifying existences of divine thoughts." The old monk said desperately.

His words made the abbot of Shaolin Temple close his eyes in despair.

Everyone else believed it at this moment.

In this world, there are gods.

Or become a god by yourself in this human world.

"It's no wonder that the emperor of Yuhua Shenchao dared to attack Buddhism."

"Shaolin Temple and Xuankong Temple have encountered a catastrophe this time."

"Yeah, this is a terrible catastrophe, and fortunately this human god didn't have too much killing intent, otherwise there must be blood flowing in front of the Great Hall of Shaolin Temple."

"Let's kneel down, kneeling down to a god in the world won't hurt us."

"Yeah, I thought that after a rain, the human court would no longer be sufficient, but now it seems that it is still going to be ruled as usual."

"This catastrophe in Shaolin Temple depends on how the abbot handles it."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple heard this discussion.

He was in a trance, and a dying old monk appeared in front of him.

Holy Buddha!

Before he died, he said that there was a catastrophe in Shaolin Temple and told them not to...

"Don't..." The abbot of Shaolin Temple smiled wryly.

This sentence, don’t, they understood that don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid...

But the truth is, don't resist.

"Holy Buddha, I only understand now." The abbot of Shaolin Temple sighed, and he raised his head to look at Beihai.

Then slowly raised the imperial decree in his hand, and said loudly: "I, Shaolin, respectfully abide by my emperor's imperial decree!"

The people around were quiet for a while, watching silently.

They knew that the abbot still surrendered.

He was afraid.

He didn't dare to confront Yuhua Shenchao, and he didn't dare to bear the wrath of the human gods of Yuhua Shenchao.

The monks of Shaolin Temple also saw the facts clearly, and the end of stubborn resistance must be very miserable.

Fortunately, Yuhua Shenchao left them this Shaoshi Mountain.

Bei Hai looked at the respectful and submissive abbot, who held up the imperial decree with both hands, and put the painting together in satisfaction.

The coercion immediately dissipated into nothingness.

Countless people let go of the pressure, panted heavily, and got up tremblingly.

The scene just now seemed like a dream.

But when he touched his back, he was drenched in cold sweat, and everyone seemed to be fished out of the water.

Looking at each other, there was only a wry smile and shock.

The gods in the world are too terrifying.

This is just a picture drawn by the gods in the world, without any attack or killing intent, it almost crushed them to death.

If they really saw the gods in the world, they would probably die on the spot.

Bei Hai put away the folded painting, and then said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple: "Within three months, all the temples except Shaoshi Mountain will be demolished, and millions of monks will return to vulgarity. Buddhism is not a place where filth and evil people are hidden. It is a heinous crime." People, escorted to the government, without delay."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple could no longer be proud this time, he bowed slightly, tremblingly said: "Poor monk... I got it!"...

When he said this, his heart ached.

"However, most of them belong to the Hanging Temple, and we have no right to demolish them." The abbot explained with a sigh.

"Don't worry, the current Xuankong Temple should be exactly the same as this place." Bei Hai couldn't help laughing when he remembered that Cangshan was holding another painting.

The abbot and the others couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the terrible scene just now.

They never want to experience this feeling a second time.

……

Hanging Temple!

The originally lively Hanging Temple.

The arrogant Hanging Temple.

The Hanging Temple with no one in sight.

Now everyone is kneeling on the ground, breathing tremblingly.

Cangshan opened the painting, and a rural scene appeared around him.

Green grass, rivers, trees, distant mountains, squinting eyes, villages...

These are all vividly presented in front of everyone's eyes.

Tranquil and distant.

But only the green grass swayed, exuding a terrifying sword aura.

A burst of sword energy crushed the head teacher of the Xuankong Temple.

"Do you accept the edict?" Cang Shan took out the imperial edict and looked excitedly at the head teacher of the Xuankong Temple.

At this moment, the headmaster of Xuankong Temple, who had a dejected face, knelt on the ground and said bitterly: "Poor monk, accept the order!"

How could he have thought that there are gods in the world!

Chapter 42 The Gods in the Eyes of Mortals

The Xuankong Temple and the Shaolin Temple, the two holy places of Buddhism, are under the coercion of the human gods at this moment.

There is no resistance.

The turmoil in Jiangnan is still spreading rapidly.

Those who did not go to the theater at the two major Buddhist gates are waiting for the result.

They wanted to see how the Buddhists would humiliate the envoy of the Yuhua God Dynasty.

They even wanted to see whether the two great Buddhist sects would be torn apart on the spot regarding Emperor Ming's imperial decree.

But when the news came...

Everyone who knew was dumbfounded on the spot, and their bodies trembled, as if they had seen something peerless and absurd.

Human spirit!

That is a god on earth!

It just appeared like this!

For a time, the world was in an uproar.

It was like a mountain crashing down in a calm lake, like a landslide and a tsunami.

And like the cooking oil of a fire, it is poured on all men.

The whole world was in a state of boiling because of this incident.

A deity emerged from the Yuhua God Dynasty.

This is the first in 500 years, and there is no doubt that there will be no second in the world.

In the past 500 years, no human god has been born.

The legends in this realm have been forgotten.

Many people regard this realm as a legend, a myth, and refuse to believe it.

It's been a long time, and people today will not believe it.

However, after a rain, the first human god appeared, painted two paintings, and suppressed the two major Buddhist schools. Such a legendary thing made people in the world believe it.

The gods on earth do exist.

Many people who have reached the third level of Martial Saint expressed emotion.

"Since Shengliang, He Shengyu!"

They have worked very hard. After the rain, they worked hard to reach the third level of the Martial Saint.

Even if someone touches the fourth floor, it is very few.

As for the gods in the world, they dare not even think about it.

All of this makes people feel dreamy.

……