I am cultivating the golden elixir path in the heavens

Chapter 155: I, Shaolin, Please Die! (Subscribe)
Li Qingtian's stern face twitched violently. I almost believed your lies.

Will your future be limitless if you join Shaolin?

Bullshit!
How could I believe your bullshit?

"Master, you might as well be practical."

The pie you painted.

I won’t eat it.

On strength.

Since I dare to come in, I am not afraid of your Shaolin Temple.

"Ok?"

None of this works?

The Sweeping Monk's face darkened and he felt secretly displeased.

No, I will give you another chance.

You haven't caught it yet?
Don’t you think I, a poor monk, can’t be trusted by you?
"Donor, please go back!"

That's the case.

I will not keep you here any longer.

you go.

Shaolin has no room for you.

You can just leave on your own.

Li Qingtian said nothing.

Old monk, there is something behind your words.

Everyone is trying to get me to join the Shaolin Temple, but is your Shaolin Temple really that good?
Don't bully me because I have little education.

Shaolin, what's so good about it?
He leaped up and landed on the roof.

Look around.

There were already Shaolin monks lying in ambush and surrounding them.

"Sweeping Monk, what a good old monk! You are pretending to build a plank road but secretly attacking Chencang."

on the surface.

Chatting and laughing with me.

He is also happy to paint a pie in the sky to appease my hunger.

But secretly.

You actually asked the Shaolin monks to ambush me. Are you planning to catch me off guard?

You old monk.

It's really bad.

I don't believe you at all.

"Fortunately, I was more careful, otherwise, I would have been tricked by you."

I guess you sold it.

I have to help you count the money.

"But you shouldn't offend me."

I have already cultivated the golden elixir.

He has already mastered the Great River Sword Art and the Divine Thunder Art.

Since you have heard that I know thunder magic.

How dare you?
"Master, do you intend to take me down by relying on the magic array and these hundreds of monks?"

"You underestimate me too much."

How can you offend me, I am not a person who can offend you?

A thunder came down.

Master, how would you respond?
"Amitabha, Mr. Murong, please do not go against the will of heaven and do not attempt to resist."

"Take refuge in the Buddha, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right away. Practicing the Pure and Inaction Great Zen Sutra can purify your mind. With time, you can attain Bodhi, the Arhat fruition, or even the Bodhisattva fruition."

The Sweeping Monk continued to persuade.

If you don't convert to Buddhism, you will die.

I do this for your own good.

What's wrong with practicing Buddhism and cultivating the Taoist path?

I am a poor monk with the power of Buddha.

It can suppress evildoers.

It can suppress your evil ways.

If you take refuge, you can attain Bodhi.

Li Qingtian: “…”

Really good at flattery.

"When I have razed this place and destroyed your Shaolin, all the secrets will be exposed."

Besides, it’s not my idea.

When I was in Juxianzhuang.

It was the abbot from your Shaolin Temple who invited you here himself.

If you don't invite.

I haven’t come yet!

"Set up the Five Hundred Arhats Formation!"

Give an order.

Hundreds of Arhats rushed out together.

A set of Arhat formation was quickly set up around Li Qingtian.

Li Qingtian stood on the roof.

Instead, he watched with great interest.

"No, I am standing so high up and can even fly. What if you set up a net?"

Just ordinary martial arts.

Can you still beat me?
I've been standing here. Can you hit me?
No way!
Shaolin has its own magic formation.

But this magic circle is obviously not completely under control.

You cannot attack directly with magic circles.

Besides, the Five Hundred Arhats sound very powerful and scary.

It's a poor way.

It’s a way of practicing Taoism.

A Taoist priest whose elixir has condensed into a golden elixir.

Why don’t you go and find out?
I, a poor Taoist priest, am already equal to an immortal.

It’s just that he has not yet passed the tribulation of becoming an immortal, has not suffered the three disasters and five calamities, and has not refined his immortal energy.

Therefore, he cannot be considered a true immortal.

But although I am poor, I am not inferior to others.

"I have cultivated the power of thunder. Today, five hundred monks will form the Luohan formation and use the supreme thunder-inducing technique to open the eyes of the world!"

"The mighty power of heaven, the supreme thunder, falling down!"

He made a series of hand gestures, and the aura around him surged, and he entered a state of clarity and lucidity.

With the power of heaven and earth in mind, black clouds gathered in an instant and were led by Li Qingtian.

He clasped his hands together and pointed a finger at the ground.

Then clicked a few more times.

Electric snakes intertwined in the black clouds surged in, constantly killing each other and smashing into the ground with lightning speed.

"If you hadn't used the 500 warrior monks' Brahman formation to surround and kill me, you might not have seen this wonderful and miraculous scene."

But you chose to take the risk.

He only wanted to capture me.

I just want to kill people and destroy their hearts.

Once I swallowed a golden pill, my life has been in my own hands.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

"Master Qingtian, what virtue and ability do I have to deserve such treatment from Shaolin Temple?"

Five hundred monks are hiding in secret.

You people in Shaolin Temple, I’m afraid you are planning to rebel!
I am worried about whether you can keep your grip on this empire!
"Take it!"

The sweeping monk gave an order.

A group of monks actually formed an Arhat.

But Li Qingtian's thunder struck down violently.

Thunder burst out from the dark clouds.

It's like it doesn't cost money.

The wind is blowing hard and hard.

This thunder is powerful and violent like a mighty thunder.

Smash it down hard.

boom!
Rumble!
Click!

Voices rang out one after another.

"I, Shaolin, please die!"

Among the Arhats that were originally stacked up, several monks even wanted to leap towards Li Qingtian.

But Li Qingtian attacked at once.

Thunderous.

Electric snakes shuttled between the monks.

This time.

But it wasn’t the time with the Four Evil Men.

Li Qingtian didn't hold back at all.

Cast with all your strength!

The monks at the top were electrocuted to death in the first instant.

They never dreamed of it.

One day, I actually saw someone who could control the power of thunder. And they died under the thunder.

This sudden change.

The black clouds that kept falling made the Sweeping Monk's face even gloomier.

"how could it be possible?"

"This is impossible!"

Fake, this must be fake.

One person can actually control thunder.

No.

You are not a Taoist priest!

As a cultivator, how can you be so good at thunder magic?
Also, aren't you tired?
When the Sweeping Monk watched the monks falling one after another, they were either dead or injured.

He was filled with pain.

He pushed off the ground and used his lightness skills to try to fly to the roof.

Li Qingtian jumped again and was already in the air, his feet stepping on the clouds.

Smile lightly.

"Master, what about this?"

There is no place around me where you can leverage.

How should you come here?

I'll just stand here and wait for you.

Sweeping Monk: "..."

Murong Fu!
You are such a bully.

Thunder fell continuously, all of which were long-range attacks.

We can't hit you.

Again.

You... can actually fly in the clouds?

As expected, you have achieved something miraculous.

You are soaring in the sky, but we can't even reach you.

This is not bullying.

What is it?
One monk after another died tragically under the thunder.

The sweeping monk looked unhappy.

Some monks were bewildered or even confused.

No, what kind of existence are we dealing with?

This person is simply terrifying.

Who is he?

Not only can he perform thunder magic, he can also ride on clouds.

This person exists.

It is clearly a being at the level of a god.

Ancestor, are you sure you want us to capture this man?

We can't take it.

This person is quite scary.

"Ancestor, we can't hold on any longer."

Keep fighting.

We couldn't even touch each other's clothes.

But we have people dying all the time.

Even the Arhat Formation couldn't be maintained.

How can a light vehicle fly in the air without any leverage?
We can't.

Ancestor, we can’t fight anymore.

Sweeping Monk: "You guys please step back..."

The outcome is decided.

The moment when Li Qingtian used thunder magic and flew through the clouds.

The Sweeping Monk knows.

He failed.

Shaolin Temple was also defeated.

Even if you are unwilling, there is nothing you can do.

This guy can fly.

The monks dispersed one by one.

I only regret that my parents had not given me legs, otherwise I could run away faster.

Originally, Li Qingtian didn't intend to let it go.

But, I saw that the Sweeping Monk looked like he was admitting his mistake and wanted to confess the truth.

So he let him go.

"Master, you are a true Taoist, a supreme immortal master. Your cultivation has long surpassed ours. Why do you have to come here to tease us?"

The Sweeping Monk smiled bitterly.

Asked questions repeatedly.

As if.

You, the Patriarch Qingtian, are the ancestor and immortal master of the Shenxiao Sect.

You should practice on your own.

You should just stay alone.

You shouldn't have come to Shaolin Temple to show off your power.

Our Shaolin Temple.

You are not welcome and I don't want to see you again.

Especially just now.

Li Qingtian sent down bolts of lightning.

Dozens or even hundreds of monks were killed by thunder, and all this happened in just a few breaths.

It can't be stopped at all.

Originally, the roof where Li Qingtian was standing was high.

It's good enough that the monks can come up with a way to stack people.

Originally, in the eyes of the Sweeping Monk, Li Qingtian was just a martial artist with advanced martial arts skills.

No matter how powerful you are, how powerful can you be?

As for the rumors.

It is definitely not credible.

With the help of five hundred monks, he formed the Arhat formation.

Coupled with the influence of the Shaolin Temple's own magic formation, he is just a top-notch martial arts master.

There's no way to escape.

Even if it's amazing.

But what Shaolin is least afraid of is any powerful master.

I thought this time it would be a one-sided battle like the previous ones.

I thought it would end quickly.

who ever thought.

Not only is it not over.

Instead, it caused heavy casualties to the Shaolin Temple, with hundreds of monks dying in just a few breaths.

These monks.

These are all the hard work of Shaolin Temple.

It was cultivated with great difficulty.

The Sweeping Monk didn't dare to fight anymore.

Keep fighting.

The entire group of monks is about to be wiped out.

"God knows how much thunder power he has still brewing?"

Not good.

A total of five hundred monks were buried with him.

Maybe not enough.

"Master, please don't comment on how I act."

Li Qingtian reminded lightly.

This is not your concern.

You should care.

How to organize language and tell me about the world seriously and in detail.

otherwise!

There is no need for your Shaolin Temple to exist.

"Master, can we talk properly now?"

At the beginning, I asked you to speak, but you refused to say anything.

Now, after I have beaten and killed you first, you will be able to cooperate obediently.

Do you think I'm not good enough?

Still have any ideas?

"Speak, I will tell you now..."

Never hide anything.

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