Absolutely Be Called by the Girl System

Wang Lie regretted bringing Xiao Rong'er out. Although there was no danger, shocks were inevitable.

At this time, he was getting taller and more majestic. Xiao Rong'er just sat on his shoulders, grabbed his red hair and timidly hid herself in his hair.

Hearing this, he pursed his lips in displeasure. "I'm not afraid. Anyway, there is brother lie."

After finishing speaking, he buried his head in like sleeping and stopped talking.

Patting her little butt, Wang Lie said softly, "It will be fine soon, these monks will be dead soon."

Glancing at the dusty Daxiong Palace, he pushed it over with a palm.

A golden figure suddenly appeared in the front.

It is also the unique skill of Shaolin's protection of teaching - King Kong is not bad.

Blood choked out, and at the same time the cassock on his body exploded.

With a sound of ah, Abbot Shaolin's blood splattered and flew straight up, smashing the falling roof above his head.

Wang Lie stood still, suddenly his feet exploded, and his body was shot upwards.

Leaping tens of meters, passing through the roof, the rising momentum remains undiminished.

The whole person is like a phoenix entering the nine heavens, rising straight up with flames all over his body.

Staring at the majestic Shaolin logo below which has gone through hundreds of years of vicissitudes, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the process of rising, the blood flames burned wildly and expanded suddenly.

Slowly print a palm.

Then—

Under the hole in the roof, the monks stared in horror.

The red-haired demon with pointed horns showed a cruel smile, and stamped his palm.

An extremely condensed bloody red light fell like a meteor.

Flee in a hurry.

Determined not to dare to resist, even if there is King Kong who is not bad, even if there are dozens of years of vigorous and true energy,...

It is definitely not the devil's opponent.

Confidence has already collapsed unconsciously.

boom!

A circle of gravel and smoke with a length of tens of meters splashed, filling the entire huge and vast hall, and even rushed out from the hole in the roof.

Then, under the extremely horrified gazes of the monks, seven cracks spread around the big crater that was blown out of the ground, and the entire mountain was shaking faintly, which even made people feel like the sky was falling.

It's as if something horrible is brewing underground.

Soon this worry turned into reality, and the seven cracks spread to the limit and exploded.

The ground was smashed from below, and the terrifying power far greater than the previous blow was completely unfolded.

The ten-meter-high golden body of the merciful Buddha shattered, and the terrifying power erupting from the ground in seven directions tore the hall apart.

Eighty-nine figures in distress jumped out from the smoke and dust, staring blankly...

The Great Hall of Great Heroes, a magnificent building that had endured hundreds of years of wind and rain, swayed violently, and finally collapsed with a scream of grief.

The ultimate move of the Seven-Aperture Azure Dragon.

The seven-headed dragon owl! ! !

Frightened!

Scared!

There is also the inability to believe in reality. The ancient halls that have been immortal for hundreds of years have collapsed like this, and the pillars of belief of the monks seem to be falling at this moment.

the first time.

These eyes are higher than the top, and the monk who watched the rise and fall of martial arts with a smile, and the rise and fall of the world knows what despair is.

The wooden materials of the collapsed Buddhist temple were ignited by the high-temperature gas flames, and a raging fire ignited all of a sudden, shooting straight into the sky.

Under the light of the fire, an elongated figure stepped out step by step.

tread.

tread, tread.

The battle is over.

The blood bloomed on the rock drop by drop, like a gorgeous and cruel flower.

The bluestone paved when the temple was opened could not find a complete piece, and the scorching heat came out vigorously from the ground, and the dense cracks were like cobwebs, spreading to the end along the traces of destruction.

Thick black smoke filled the ruins of the battlefield, and the bright red blood gathered together, like a beautiful and vicious flower sea blooming on the ground, interpreting the tragedy of life.

The head of the Bodhi Court crouched not far away with his master in his arms, quietly waiting for death.

His right leg seemed to be torn apart by a ferocious beast, and the white bone stubble was exposed in the air, making his face pale and breathless, and his lifeless eyes quietly looked at the red-dyed sky.But the master who was held in his arms was even more tragic.