Sweeping Monk, 60 Years in Sutra Depository
14 After sixty years, he had become a demigod!

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"Phew…"

The wind howled and the white air waves were like raging waves.

The force of this palm was so powerful that it could topple mountains and overturn seas. The bricks on the ground were all lifted up and crashed into Elder Blood Spring and the others.

The combined attack of the abbot and the heads of the various halls consumed a shocking amount of zhenqi, but its power was also very powerful. Moreover, it was a group attack.

He struck out with his palm, and golden light shone. A majestic palm wind swept across the Heaven Seat King, knocking the disciples of the Demonic Sect upside down. They crashed into the wall and spat out blood.

The sedan chair shattered into pieces and exploded into dust.

The few Demon Sect experts who were carrying the sedan chair were naturally not spared. Their limbs were broken by the Prajna Zen Palm, and they lost their breath.

"Bald monk, you're courting death!"

The moment the palanquin exploded, Blood Spring Elder slapped the armrest with both palms and soared into the sky. His body swooped down like an eagle, attacking the abbot and the heads of departments.

Activating his demonic technique, he struck out with both palms. Two purple-black palm winds formed into tornadoes and blasted over.

At this moment, the old force had been exhausted and the new force had not yet been generated. The abbot, the Chief Monk and the others could not perform the second palm of the Boundless Buddha Dharma, so they could only escape in all directions.

A loud bang sounded.

The white jade stone steps in front of the Great Buddha Hall exploded.

Rocks flew everywhere. The doors and windows of the hall were broken. The walls fell to the ground. The entire hall almost collapsed!

"Eight Dharma Spells-Divine Zen Staff Spell!”

The abbot held a heavy staff in his hand. He turned the staff in his palm, and the copper ring on it made a tinkling sound as it smashed toward Elder Blood Spring.

This staff was a treasure of the Shaolin Temple. It weighed more than ten thousand pounds and was made of black iron and purple copper. It was indestructible.

He had also been nurtured in Shaolin Temple for a hundred years and was held by every abbot. The Buddha's shadow was dense and he had long been psychic and had great power.

Purple-gold sound waves spread out from the tip of the staff and rippled in the space.

The sound wave disturbed the Blood Spring Elder, and he was struck by the staff. He flew backward and crashed into a stone lamp.

Seeing this, the Bodhi Hall's Chief lifted his kasaya and displayed the One Leaf Bodhi's martial arts.

The kasaya spread out and flew out, immediately wrapping up the Blood Spring Elder tightly.

The other three heads of department were the heads of the Dharma Hall, the Arhat Hall, and the Discipline Hall. They each used the Great Vajra Finger, the Great Monument Breaking Hand, and the Dragon Claw Hand to attack Elder Blood Spring, who was wrapped in the kasaya.

"Bang bang bang!"

It felt like a hit.

"Success!"

Joy flashed in the eyes of the abbot and several heads of department.

It was true that Elder Blood Spring had given them a lot of pressure.

However, the abbot and the heads of departments believed that no matter how strong the Blood Spring Elder was, he would be half-dead if he was hit by their joint attack.

"Power Transformation Technique!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, and the tightly rolled up kasaya was torn into pieces with a whoosh.

The Blood Spring Elder seemed to be unscathed. He got out of the prison, his hair standing on end and his beard standing on end. He grabbed at the head of the Discipline Hall with both hands.

The heads of the Dharma Hall and Arhat Hall retreated, but the head of the Discipline Hall couldn't escape.

With a " chi " sound, the terrified Chief of Discipline Hall was sucked dry.

"Rainstorm Meteor!"

The Blood Spring Elder waved his sleeve. Hundreds of thousands of cold silver needles shot toward the head of Dharma Hall like a storm.

These silver needles were all dipped in poison. Anyone who touched them would die.

Then, he used Elder Blood Spring's Genuine Qi to shoot out the hidden force, which was so powerful that it could even penetrate steel plates.

Although the head of the Dharma Hall had cultivated the Indestructible Diamond Divine Art, he was only at the Fifth Stage and could not withstand the Storm Meteor Needle.

"Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm!"

At the critical moment, an old monk with white eyebrows suddenly appeared in front of the Dharma Hall.

His skinny hands moved continuously, forming a golden vortex to block Elder Blood Spring's hidden weapons.

"The three divine monks have finally appeared. However, your strength may not be comparable to Abbot Du Nan in the past.”

The Blood Spring Elder sneered with his hands behind his back.

An old monk with white eyebrows.

A blind old monk.

It was a skinny old monk with dark skin.

They appeared in front of the Hall of Great Strength.

The three divine monks were once the head of the hall. They were over a hundred years old and were two generations older than the current abbot!

The Divine Monk Duya, who used to be fat and big-eared, was now emaciated. He said in a hoarse voice,""Eccentric Blood Spring, aren't you being too confident?”

The divine monk stood up with one hand and said with a murderous aura,""How can three third-grade Buddhist experts not be a match for a fiend?”

The Divine Monk Du Ku rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky. He shook his head and said,""Senior Martial Brother Dujie, it's not just Old Monster Blood Spring. There's another Demon Cult expert hiding on the roof.”

"There's another Demon Cult expert?"

The Divine Monk Dujie and the Divine Monk Duya were stunned.

Although they weren't blind, they weren't as smart as the Divine Monk Du Ku.

The divine monk Du Ku had a stronger perception.

"Kekekeke, I didn't expect that I would be discovered.”

A sharp laugh like that of an owl rang out.

Looking towards the source of the voice, he saw a one-legged old man standing on the roof of the Heaven Seat King Hall.

"Crippled Zen Master, why are you here?”

The Blood Spring Elder's face darkened and he said unhappily.

The Crippled Zen Master was one of the four masters of the Demonic Sect, but the Blood Spring Elder didn't know that the Crippled Zen Master was with him.

" The Hierarch ordered me to follow you," the Crippled Zen Master said solemnly." He was worried that you wouldn't be able to handle the three godly monks alone.”

"Hehe, so it's the Cult Master's order. It's not that this old man wants to snatch this ancestor's credit?”

When the Blood Spring Elder heard that it was Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou's order, he could only grumble softly.

" Let's hurry up and finish the mission," the Crippled Zen Master shouted.”

"Heaven Crippling Kick-"

The Crippled Zen Master leaped into the air. One of his legs seemed to be inflated and turned into a giant elephant foot. He stepped on the Divine Monk Duya and the Divine Monk Duku.

"Power Transformation Technique!"

The Blood Spring Elder clenched his claws and charged at the divine monk.

"All Shaolin Monastery monks, listen up!”

"As long as you are alive, Shaolin Temple will never be destroyed!!”

The three godly monks roared and charged at the Crippled Zen Master and the Blood Spring Elder.

A great battle erupted.

A moment later, everything stopped.

With a loud bang, the Great Buddha Hall shook.

The three divine monks were thrown out of the Great Buddha Hall and fell in front of the Sutra Depository. They vomited blood and were heavily injured.

"Boom!"

The Blood Spring Elder smashed the Buddha statue in the Great Buddha Hall into pieces.

"Shaolin Temple is nothing much. Let me read the famous Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skills!”

The Blood Spring Elder strode out.

The Crippled Zen Master and a group of Demonic Sect members passed through the Great Buddha Hall and came to the front yard of the Sutra Depository.

"Dream of thousands of autumns, what year is it today? Sixty years have passed, and this poor monk has become a land god!”

At this moment, accompanied by a yawn, a distant and empty Buddhist voice came from the Sutra Library. It was suddenly far and near, and it was loud and clear, resounding in the sky above the entire Shaolin Temple!

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