I Signed in at Shaolin for Ten Thousand Years

Shaolin Temple immediately raised its guard. Disciples with weak martial arts cultivation bases were arranged to meditate on the spot in the Bodhi Courtyard, reciting Buddhist scriptures together, trying to use Buddhist scriptures to stimulate the enchantment of Buddha's light to the greatest extent.

And the disciples above the fourth level of Houtian all gathered in the front yard, following the 108 eminent monks of Shaolin Temple in front, preparing to defend against foreign enemies together.

In front of the gate of the temple, the heads of each courtyard and all the "Xuan" generation monks waited here. Except for the heads of each courtyard in the main formation, each of the other monks held a Shaolin stick in their hands.

The position of each monk is mysterious, and they are vaguely linked together to form a mighty formation.

One hundred and eight arhats array!

This time, the elites of the Shaolin Temple are also ready for the challenge.

The formation of one hundred and eight arhats is the strongest protection formation in Shaolin Temple today!

This formation is led by 18 eminent monks of the "Xuan" generation, divided into ten sections, arranged vertically and horizontally in rows, neat and calm. Once launched, the group attack will continue and never end, which can be called powerful.

But at this moment, a bit of gloom appeared in the hearts of every monk. After all, no matter how powerful the formation is, the enemy you can face is the Demon Sect Blood Worship Cult! If the enchantment of Buddha's light is still there, they will never be afraid. But now that the catastrophe has just passed, there is another crack in the statue of Sakyamuni...

This is a mind-shattering moment.

If the mood is unstable, there will be flaws in the formation! If Abbot Xuanci hadn't said that there might be reinforcements, they might not have been able to maintain such an exquisite formation.

"Abbot, where did Senior Brother Xuanbei go?"

During the formation, Master Xuan Dao suddenly asked.

All the martial monks of the Xuan generation have gathered here, except for the seriously injured Master Xuan Kong, only Master Xuan Bei disappeared.

"Junior Brother Xuan Bei, he... went to invite Master Kong Wen's uncle." Abbot Xuanci said.

"Uncle Kongwen Master!?"

The eminent monks of Xuan's generation were shocked when they heard the words. If a master and uncle in the realm of Arhat can make a move... then today, maybe...

"However, I must not take it lightly." Abbot Xuanci said: "After all, even if Master Kongwen's uncle is willing to help, but he may have already suffered a huge loss when he suppressed the demon monk before."

Abbot Xuanci said.

Moreover, in fact, he suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He suddenly wondered, is the monk Kongwen really still alive?

If he is really still alive, and there are traitors in Shaolin Temple secretly worshiping the Blood Sect, then why did the other party dare to invade Shaolin, knowing that the monk Kongwen is still there?

Did he see that Master Kongwen's uncle was seriously injured, or... is there something else wrong?

Abbot Xuanci was in a heavy heart.

Perhaps the heads of all the courtyards also felt his heaviness. The mood that was originally a little clear to see the moon, suddenly cooled down a bit again.

"No matter what..." Xuandao was about to speak. But right now!

Suddenly, the wind rolled in the distance!

"Hehehehe... What a big battle..."

An extremely charming and even ethereal voice sounded.

Even though the sound was far away, all the monks in Shaolin Temple could hear it clearly, even the monks in the inner courtyard of Shaolin Temple who were thousands of meters away could clearly hear it!

"coming!"

Many monks suddenly turned pale: "The Blood Worship Sect is here!"

"Array!"

Xuandao said in a deep voice.

As the head of the Bodhi Temple, he is an eminent monk with six levels of congenital nature. Now that Abbot Xuanci is seriously injured and cannot be distracted, he is the main commander.

"The formation of one hundred and eight arhats is interesting. It's the first time I've seen such a massive formation... Let me try it and see if your formation can stop me."

In the distance, a bright red figure appeared.

The figure was like a ghost,

With a flash, the distance of several feet was crossed.

boom!

As the figure approached, the sky at dusk suddenly changed drastically.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the red clouds rolled. A piece of blood red floated in the sky!

"Blood...is blood..."

Some monks couldn't help murmuring. Before his eyes, he saw a sea of ​​blood!

The sky is chaotic, the earth is muddy!

"Half-step Grandmaster..."

Abbot Xuanci's expression changed.

He is the most powerful person in Shaolin Temple today, but he only has the realm of the ninth level of congenital.

There is still one step away from the realm of "Arhat".

But the woman in red who appeared in the field of vision actually has the strength of a half-step master!

Only half a step away, it is comparable to the realm of Arhat!

Fifty-seven years ago, the Blood Worship Cult was seriously injured, and the leader was seriously injured. How could there be such an existence in the Cult! ?

If a half-step master is still alive, even if the god monk Kongwen is still alive, the Shaolin Temple will be in dire straits!

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Shaolin Temple, Sutra Pavilion. Su Cheng gently closed his eyes, vaguely, he felt endless bloody killing intent rolling over.

It seems that Shaolin Temple really encountered a strong enemy.

He was a little surprised by the strength of the headed blood in particular. It turned out to be stronger than the enchanted magic ring before!

Of course, it was also at that time that although the law ring was taken away and his strength continued to skyrocket, he was killed by Su Chengzhen before he reached the extreme.

But even so, it should not be underestimated.

It seems that this demon sect did not attack rashly, but really has the ability to swallow Shaolin Temple. At least from the looks of it now, Shaolin Temple was caught off guard by the opponent choosing such a time! If you are not careful, I am afraid it will be difficult to destroy the temple!

However, he still wasn't in a hurry to make a direct move.

He wanted to see how far Shaolin Temple could go.

After all, Shaolin Temple is an ancient temple with a thousand-year foundation. Even if there is no "Arhat" sitting in it now, it is still the Taishan Beidou of the world's sects!

It is impossible to be wiped out so simply.

What's more, although I intend to use my identity as a "kongwen divine monk" to frighten some sects in the world, I hope to exchange for a somewhat peaceful life. However, because of this, it is even more impossible to shoot at will.

If the "God Monk Kongwen" encounters a small matter, he directly takes action and cleans up the mess for Shaolin Temple every time, that would be too cheap. Moreover, people are lazy, and monks should be no exception. Once you get used to it, you will always want to rely on it.

At that time, it might cause even bigger troubles.

Not to mention that the person who is attacking from the other side is very powerful, and I am afraid that he is close to the realm of a master. Although Su Cheng didn't feel threatened, he planned to understand it carefully. After all, he himself has not really reached the Arhat realm!

There is a gap between heaven and earth between innate and "grandmaster" or "arhat" realm.

So Su Cheng just closed his eyes and felt.

But before he felt it carefully, suddenly, a figure broke into his consciousness.

"Master Uncle Kongwen! The Shaolin Temple has encountered a catastrophe, and the temple is about to be destroyed. Please, Master Uncle, come forward to save the Shaolin Temple from crisis!!"

Is it Master Xuan Bei?

Has he come to the Sutra Pavilion again?

No... To be precise, it's not the Buddhist scripture pavilion. It is the backyard of Shaolin Temple.

Within the range from the backyard of Shaolin Temple to the back mountain, he shouted loudly, with pleading in his eyes.

"Uncle Kongwen, I have heard about the matter between you and Master Kongxiang. Although Master Kongxiang is sorry for you, it has been a hundred years! Is there anything you can't let go of? Shaolin Temple After all, it is also the place where my uncle grew up, I beg my uncle to make a move!!"

Master Xuan Bei's voice gradually became hoarse. Obviously, I am afraid that he also vaguely heard the shouts in front of the temple, and his mood became more and more anxious.

But when Su Cheng heard Master Xuan Bei's voice, he felt a little doubt in his heart.

Master Xuan Bei has repeatedly affirmed the existence of the Godly Monk Kongwen, so...is it possible.

Is he really still in Shaolin Temple?