Zhu Tian: I became a god by practicing martial arts

"Oh my god, Abbot, help me!"

"Wuwuwu, help me, abbot! There's a bull demon..."

Seeing the collapsed mountain gate and their fellow disciples smashed into pieces, the two fat monks were really panicked this time.

Regardless of anything, he got up and ran straight to the main hall.

As for whether this is disrespectful to Buddha, they no longer care.

After all, compared to showing respect to the Buddha, one's own life is the most important.

“Moo~~”

The roar of an ox as Old Huang's Qi sank into his Dantian also caused the entire Shaolin Temple to surge.

Even the sweeping monk in the Sutra Repository felt very surprised.

If he heard correctly, this was the roar of a grandmaster-level bull.

But how is this possible?

How could a cow possibly become a martial arts grandmaster?

However, for the safety of Shaolin Temple, he put down the broom, got up and rushed to the front hall of Shaolin Temple.

Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!

After all, there is no other grandmaster in Shaolin Temple except him.

If a great master really came to attack, if he did not show up, Shaolin Temple would suffer extremely tragic losses.

The Sweeping Monk was very fast, and by the time he arrived at the front yard of Shaolin Temple, almost all the high monks of the Xuan generation had already arrived.

Even the senior monks from the Dharma Temple showed up.

"Moo~"

After Lao Huang roared once more, he jumped directly into the group of monks and rushed around.

With his strength and speed, how could he die if he was touched or get hurt if he was hit?

In just a few blinks of an eye, dozens of monks had died from Lao Huang's charge.

“How dare you! The cassock subdues the devil… Boom… Puff! Cough cough…”

"Great, what a powerful bull demon, Brother Abbot, you must not confront it head-on!"

Xuan Bei, who just wanted to stop Lao Huang from killing people, was knocked down by Lao Huang and vomited blood and was seriously injured as soon as they met.

"Set up the formation, set up the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation!"

Xuan Bei was defeated in one encounter. If it were me, I'm afraid the result wouldn't be much better.

Therefore, Xuan Ci did not go up himself, but called on all the monks to start setting up the formation.

"Moo~"

"Old Huang, the Sweeping Monk is here. If he dares to attack, then you don't have to hold back your strength.

You are allowed to speak, but even if you can't beat the Sweeping Monk, you have to help me delay him for half an hour.

Understand? "

Since the Sweeping Monk has come, it proves that the defense of the Sutra Repository is weak.

This is the perfect time for Hu Lie to move the secret book.

"Moo~ (Just wait and see, boss!)"

"Moo~"

After another chirping sound, Lao Huang accelerated and charged forward, causing the Arhat Demon Subduing Formation to collapse.

By the way, he also killed the injured Xuan Bei and the weak Xuan Ku.

Just as Lao Huang adjusted his direction and headed towards Xuan Ci, the Sweeping Monk really couldn't sit still this time.

"Evil! How dare you be so presumptuous!"

Arhat used his demon-subduing fist and smashed towards Lao Huang’s bull head.

It’s just that the Sweeping Monk underestimated Lao Huang’s defense and overestimated his own attack.

"boom……"

A shock wave was generated from the center of the collision between the two people, and then swept across the entire field.

Except for some high monks of the Xuan generation who were able to keep their bodies steady, the rest were blown away to the ground.

Even some young monks with weak strength were directly killed by the shock wave.

This included the rather ugly-looking little monk Xuzhu.

Although Xuan Ci managed to stabilize his body, he felt a sudden pain in his chest for no reason.

It seemed as if some important person had left him.

"Come on, monk, if you keep hiding back and watching the show, I will vent my anger and let your Shaolin Temple go.

But you dared to attack me without asking any questions, so don't blame me for being ruthless!

upbraid!"

When Lao Huang spoke, everyone's eyes widened. No one thought that this was actually a bull demon.

If it is just about strength, then at most it is just an old ox that has eaten all the treasures of heaven and earth.

But if it can talk, it must be a bull monster.

The former only has brute force but no brains; but if it is a bull monster, it would be really difficult to deal with.

Moreover, as Lao Huang's words fell, his body suddenly became extremely huge.

Even the main hall behind them seemed a little dwarfed by them at this moment.

"Ah! This, this, this..."

Not to mention others, even the Sweeping Monk started to shiver.

If the two sides could be considered evenly matched in the last confrontation, then now there is no possibility of defeating the opponent at all.

"Wait, this donor..."

Since you know you can't win, you can only bow your head and admit defeat. In the eyes of Buddhism, this is not a shameful behavior.

"Shit your mother's head, don't you know that I am a demon? Don't you know that the demon race and your Buddhist sect are mortal enemies?

If you dare to call me a donor, I will destroy your Shaolin Temple!

Come and die! "

With a swish, the figure of the old ox that was as big as a hill in front of him blurred and then bumped into the Sweeping Monk.

Knowing that he was no match for his opponent, the Sweeping Monk would not engage in a head-on confrontation. He reached back, grabbed Xuan Ci, and with the help of Lao Huang's heavy armor, he escaped.

But even so, he retreated more than thirty steps in the square before he stopped.

As for Xuan Cheng, Xuan Tong, Xuan Nan and others who followed Xuan Ci, they had already been smashed into pieces by Old Huang just like the Main Hall.

"This Bull, Demon, Demon Lord, please wait a minute.

We don’t know who in our temple has offended you. As long as you point it out, we will give you a satisfactory answer.

Please stop for now, Demon Lord!"

Looking at the Great Hall that had turned into rubble, and the five or six eminent monks of the Xuan generation who had died.

The Sweeping Monk's heart began to bleed; the loss was too great.

If this continues, I'm afraid the reputation of Shaolin Temple as a holy place of martial arts will no longer be maintained!

“Humph! I was just grazing outside, and two monks from your Shaolin Temple Discipline Hall actually wanted to arrest me.

You also said that I was your Shaolin Temple's oxen. Since you Shaolin Temple bullied me like this, don't blame me for revenge!"

Old Huang still remembered that Hu Lie asked him to hold back the Sweeping Monk.

Now that the Sweeping Monk wanted to reason with him, he might as well have a word with this old guy.

"Also, what is your status as an old monk? Can you be the master of Shaolin Temple?"

The Sweeping Monk's surname and name has always been a mystery, and Lao Huang also wants to know who this guy is.

However, the identity of the ancestor of the Murong family can be ruled out. After all, the Murong family has been wiped out, and this old guy has not taken any action to seek revenge!