reborn as emperor

Chapter 1121 1121. The old abbot's terrifying strength! 【fifth change】

The huge black palm carried howling wind.

'boom! '

The radiant blade light was directly crushed by this terrifying black palm on the spot.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, Shen Tufeng almost lost his wits.

The previous exclamation with the knife had drained the life force of his whole body, but who would have thought that the opponent's fur would not even be injured. This scene is really shocking.However, before he could react, the giant black palm had already covered him like it was catching mosquitoes, covering him tightly.

"Get off me!"

The old abbot grabbed Shen Tufeng with his right hand, grabbed Shen Tufeng from the void, and then slammed it hard on the ground.

"Snapped!"

A muffled sound.

The bones of Shen Tufeng's whole body were about to be smashed to pieces, and his body even smashed the ground full of cracks.

He still wanted to struggle, and more than a dozen Yin demon Luo Qiqi stepped forward, and directly stuck him on the ground with killing sticks one by one, nailing him so that he could not move.

"Old Devil Yang, you lied to me so badly..."

Shen Tufeng hated the old abbot to death.

He didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful, even if he hit with all his strength, he was no match for him.He couldn't escape even if he wanted to, but he was caught and returned.

But he hated Yang Mucheng even more, if not for Yang Mucheng, he would not have been tricked into coming here.

"Yang Mucheng, don't struggle anymore, just grab it!" The old abbot stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Blood God Knife fell into his palm.He looked at the Blood God Knife, and there was a flash of horror in his eyes, and then he looked at Yang Mucheng, and said: "If you are willing to enter my Mara Tianxiang Temple and believe in my Great Mara Holy Cult, I can spare your death. If you don't If you want, I can only suppress you in the temple for the great Moluo, so that you can't survive or die!"

"Old devil Yang, let's capture him without a fight!"

"Do you think Abbot, if the three Zhan Mo Luo are not in the temple, you can be unscrupulous?"

"This is your Rashomon. After you enter, don't think about leaving!"

Immediately.

The morale of the monks around them also rose sharply.

"Emperor Yang!"

Arsenal clenched the Mingyu gun tightly, with vigilance written all over his face.

"You are not the opponent of this bald donkey, let me kill him!" Yang Mucheng shook his head, signaling A Xiannu not to intervene.

"Just because you have the ability to say such things?" An elder in the lecture hall stared at Yang Mucheng and said coldly. "Even if the old abbot has been seriously injured, it would be easy to kill you. Old devil Yang, you deceived me that there is no one in Moluo Tianxiang Temple. Today is the time for you to pay the price. As long as the old abbot makes a move, he will definitely kill you!"

"How can you intervene?"

Yang Mucheng frowned, and waved his sleeve away.

Whether you have strength or not, you will know when you make a move.

Previously Shen Tufeng used the Blood God Saber to make the most powerful cut in his life. In the eyes of everyone, not to mention splitting gold and breaking jade, it was more than enough to cut the entire Moluo Tianxiang Temple in two.But Yang Mucheng swung his sleeve, the power was not weaker than Shen Tufeng's saber, and everyone present felt a burst of overwhelming power.

"boom!"

This blast of internal energy is obviously invisible.But it was so powerful that it swept out on the spot, shattering the stone slabs on the ground inch by inch.The shattered crack, mixed with dust, looks like a raging tide from a distance, as if it wants to tear everything into pieces.

"Chong!"

The old monk who spoke, facing this force, his monk's robe was rattled by the blow on the spot, and he tossed endlessly.

He stepped forward, pulled out the long knife at his waist, and brought out a bright knife light.The monks present only felt a flash in front of their eyes, the old monk's knife slashed out, like a golden crow falling, blasting thunder all over the room, the twisted light of the knife flew swiftly, turning into a white chain, and slashed out with a loud bang, slashing directly at this force above.

"boom!"

It sounded like thunder.

The old monk slashed swiftly and shattered the attacking force, only to hear a 'bang' sound, and the billowing dust scattered away in all directions.

"Wow~"

But the old monk's body trembled, spit out a mouthful of blood, stepped back a few steps, and even the knife in his hand was shattered.His hands were trembling, his jaws were cracked, and blood dripped down the handle of the knife. At this moment, he was staring at Yang Mucheng with disbelief, his face was full of shock.

hiss!hiss!hiss!
When everyone saw this scene, their scalps felt numb.

The old monk who ridiculed Yang Mucheng was called Zhou Jidao, and he had cultivated in the early stage of Shinto, and he was one of the most powerful of the Blood Demons.Although it blocked Yang Mucheng's random blow, with this appearance, the muscles and bones of both arms may have been broken, so there is no need to do it again in a short time.

"Hey, did you survive?"

Yang Mucheng frowned, slightly surprised.However, he immediately shook his head.

"You don't have this level of strength, yet you dare to be presumptuous in front of me. With all your strength, you can only block my blow. I don't know what will happen to you next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mucheng punched him away.

With this punch, the air became stagnant, and the space trembled violently!Yang Mucheng's punch was originally invisible, but the surrounding dust was surging, and his fist print blasted out, which actually brought up a trajectory like a cannonball flying through the dust, and the vigor blasted out, even more so. Deep ravine.

"too strong……"

A trace of despair flashed in Zhou Jidao's eyes.

He only knew that Yang Mucheng was powerful, but he didn't know how powerful he was.It's like you know how high the mountain is, and only after you go to see it in person, can you know how majestic and unattainable the mountain is.Now when Zhou Jidao faced Yang Mucheng, he felt this way.He only felt regretful, if he was given another chance, even if he was given another eight guts, he would not dare to intervene.

Shen Tufeng was also shocked.

He thought that once the old abbot appeared, Yang Mu would be like a chick, and he would be obediently subdued on the spot.But how could he have imagined that Yang Mucheng would be so bold in front of the old abbot, treating the other party as air, and still killing the monks of Mo Luo Tianxiang Temple.

"Old Demon Yang, with this old monk present, you still dare to commit murder in public. You really don't care about our Mo Luo Tianxiang Temple, do you?"

The old abbot coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's horror.

I see.

His skinny right hand was also drawn up, and his skinny, mummy-like body was pulled into a straight line from head to toe.The originally weak and dying breath suddenly rose at this moment, and the whole person no longer looked like the sickly dying old man before, but like the powerful existence that dared to provoke Jin Lieyang back then.

boom!
The next moment, the old abbot punched out, and the air crackled, and the stagnant space returned to normal at this moment.

"boom!"

A more terrifying crackling sound resounded than before, and Yang Mucheng's attack was intercepted again.

In the dusty sky, the old abbot clasped his hands together, although he still had a sallow complexion, but there was unstoppable pride in his pupils.

"Old Demon Yang!"

"As long as the old monk is here, you don't want to kill anyone in our Moluo Tianxiang Temple!"

(End of this chapter)