Zong Wu: I am the prince of Ming Dynasty, marry Yaoyue Lianxing

The eight hundred monks, with their true aura, are connected with this Buddha statue, and it can be said that they have fully exerted the power of this Buddha statue.

Luck is an extremely mysterious thing.

It cannot be seen or touched, but no one can deny its existence.

If Zhu Zixuan held other famous swords instead of Tianwen, he would not be able to break through the golden body luck so easily.

The reason is very simple, in terms of luck, what treasure in the world can compare with Tianwen?

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and Tianwen is the king of the sword!

With the seven kingdoms as the front, the mountains and seas as the collar, the five elements are controlled, the Yin and Yang are opened, spring and summer are held, and autumn and winter are used to travel, it is unparalleled in the world, and the world is bound to be the emperor's sword.

The golden Buddha statue contained nothing but the luck of the Great Ming Shaolin Temple for nearly a thousand years.

And the Heavenly Asking Sword brings together the fortunes of the seven kingdoms in one body!

The prosperity of the country contained in the body of the sword is far from being comparable to that of the jade seals handed down from other countries!

Under a sword!

Shaolin's millennium martial arts and Buddhist fortunes will be wiped out in one day!

Because of this, the [-] monks who were connected with the aura of the golden Buddha statue also suffered a backlash in an instant, as if there were countless violent torrents crazily stirring in their bodies!

The moment when the golden Buddha statue shattered.

All eight hundred monks let out a scream, and their chests exploded, splashing blood on the spot!

One after another, their bodies flew upside down, and their corpses lay on the spot!

The luck of the Golden Buddha dissipated, and they were the first to bear the brunt of it, and suffered a great backlash!

This is why Zhu Zixuan said that Shaolin monks are stupid.

If the Shaolin monks hadn't tried to use luck to suppress him, Shaolin wouldn't have suffered such a miserable defeat.

Those who can be selected as the eight hundred arhats are all the most elite group of disciples in Shaolin "One Thirty" Temple.

In normal times, he would never be killed by Zhu Zixuan with a single strike!

Except for the eight hundred arhats, the rest of the monks in the temple have also suffered backlash to varying degrees.

Monks from other countries performed slightly better.

But the disciples who were originally in the Daming Shaolin Temple spurted blood one after another, and felt a sense of loss in their hearts.

There was a faint feeling in their hearts that with the collapse of Great Ming Shaolin's luck, even if they survived today, they would not be able to improve their cultivation in this life!

There is a lack of Buddha heart!It's hard to make up for it in this life!

And these things happened in an instant.

Neither the people outside the temple nor the monks in the temple could react in the first time.

No one could have imagined.

The martial arts and Buddhist luck of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years disappeared in smoke with just a casual sword strike of King Xiaoyao!

One Sword Thousand Years of Martial Arts!

With one sword, Great Ming Shaolin goes back a thousand years!

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The sudden great change caught people off guard!

In Shaolin Temple, the remaining monks struggled to stand up and looked at the figure standing with the sword!

Eyes full of horror!

"In the world, how can there be such a terrifying person?"

At this moment, not to mention those monks at the master level, even the old monks at the grand master level have completely lost their fighting spirit at this moment!

You know, the eight hundred arhat formation blessed by golden Buddha statues is as powerful as several supreme masters!

With such strength, he can be killed by the sword of Xiaoyao Wang, so what chance does Shaolin Temple have?

Could it be that in the Shaolin Temple, is it possible to find a celestial being?

A group of old monks stared at the figure of Zhu Zixuan holding the sword, as if they were looking at a dying god and demon!

All of them were pale and their lips were purple.

An indescribable terror swept over their bodies!

"Thousands of years of martial arts and Buddha luck, one sword...one sword is gone..."

"King Xiaoyao, what realm is it?"

"The Arhat formation, which is comparable to several supreme masters, can't help him..."

How excited and arrogant Shaolin Temple was a few breaths ago, how desperate it is now!

Not only them, the horror in the hearts of people outside the temple is also beyond words.

They have never seen such a scene in their whole life.

In their imagination, wiping out the innate talents of eight hundred masters with one sword should be something that can only be done in the legendary realm of heaven and man.

In today's world, only Wudang Zhang Zhenren can do it.

Now, just Xiaoyao Wang, becoming a great master is enough to surprise everyone.

How could it be compared with the legend of Heaven and Human Realm?

But no matter how hard it is for everyone to accept it, the truth is right in front of them!

Xiaoyao Wang did kill eight hundred arhats with one sword!

Under this sword, the entire Shaolin Temple was like ruins!

Yaoyue and Lianxing were shocked, but also filled with indescribable pride!

Such a dazzling man who looks like a banished fairy!

It's their husbands!

The rest of the Xiaoyao Palace, the Daming cavalry, and Jin Yiwei were all shocked and excited in their hearts at this moment, as if they were about to explode!

At this moment, almost everyone realized it.

What King Xiaoyao said is likely to come true!

Today, even if the Tathagata is resurrected, it will be difficult to save the Shaolin Temple from Xiaoyao Wang's hands!

At this moment, everyone finally knew that Shaolin Temple had clearly set a trap, but King Xiaoyao still entered the temple without hesitation!

Just because Xiaoyao Wang has absolute confidence in his own strength.

Judging from the current strength of King Xiaoyao, no conspiracy in Shaolin Temple can stop him with a light sword!

At this moment, the monks in Shaolin Temple felt the same as Gong Tianzhao felt before!

There is no way to go to the sky, no way to enter the earth, looking around at a loss, and can't see half of hope!

Could it be that Shaolin Temple is really going to be destroyed today?

In the Ming Dynasty, there will be no Shaolin Temple in the future!

At this moment, the headed old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"King Xiaoyao, Shaolin Temple lost this battle."

The power of King Xiaoyao's sword is comparable to that of heaven and man, how can Shaolin Temple stop it?

Although he didn't want to admit it, but looking at it now, Shaolin Temple is indeed not the opponent of Xiaoyao Wang.

After a pause, the old monk said: "After today, my Shaolin Temple will not establish a sect in Daming!"

"Give us a few days, let us move the Buddhist scriptures from this place to other countries, how about?"

Everyone outside the temple couldn't help being surprised, they didn't expect Shaolin Temple to admit defeat so simply.

But when you think about it carefully, this move is reasonable.

After all, the combat power Xiaoyao Wang is displaying right now is really too terrifying.

If Shaolin Temple does not bow its head, today, I am afraid that all of them will fall here.

If you admit defeat now, you might be able to save your life.

Zhu Zixuan said lightly: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with this king?"

A group of monks struggled and ran out, and knelt down in front of Zhu Zixuan.

Everyone recognized that these were basically monks from the Daming Shaolin Temple.

The group of monks smiled wryly, and said, "King Xiaoyao, you are only targeting my Daming Shaolin Temple."

"Now that the winner is the king and the loser, we have nothing to say."

"I'll wait for today, and I'll give you an explanation."

"This matter is a grievance between me, Daming Shaolin, and the prince."

"I am a member of the Great Ming Shaolin, and now we are the only ones left."

"When I die, the Great Ming Shaolin Temple will completely disappear!"

"I also hope that the prince can spare the eminent monks from other countries."

After all, a momentary struggle flashed in the eyes of the group of monks.

They gritted their teeth, sat cross-legged one after another, and said in their mouths: "Amitabha!"

Then, with a look of relief on his face, he forced a smile and said, "Everyone, see you in front of the Buddha!"

After all, they stretched out their palms and slapped themselves on the forehead!

They knew that if they and others were not dead today, King Xiaoyao would never let it go.

It's better to simply exchange your own life for a way of life for eminent monks from other countries.

In this way, eminent monks from all over the world live because of them, and may try their best to avenge them.

It's better than dying here together without hope.