"Who is it?"
"Who are you, sneaking around!"
"Come out if you have the guts!"
The disciples of the Demonic Sect looked around, searching for the source of the sound.
They could only hear the mighty Buddhist voice echoing above their heads. They could not figure out the location of the speaker at all.
The arrogant Blood Spring Elder stepped forward with his hands behind his back and said loudly,""What an arrogant tone. Aren't you afraid that the wind will hurt your tongue? You still dare to pretend to be a land immortal?”
From the temple to the martial world, the meaning of the words 'land immortals' was too heavy.
To be able to be called an immortal meant that this realm was already extraordinary and not within the realm of the gods. It was unimaginable and unfathomable.
Among them, Land Deity was a more general term.
In each system, there was a corresponding name.
For example, the Dao Venerables of the Dao Sect, the Arhats of the Buddhist Sect, the Confucian Saints of the Confucian Sect, the Gu Gods of the Gu Race of the Southern Mountains, the Sword Immortals of the sword cultivators, and so on.
These four simple words meant that it was beyond common sense. Legend had it that it could shatter the void and ascend to a higher level of the world.
"Whoosh…"
All the doors and windows of the Sutra Depository opened with a bang, and a strong wind blew.
A green-robed monk appeared in the front yard and swept the leaves of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.
"Who are you?"
The Blood Spring Elder shouted in a dignified manner.
"Shua".
The green-robed monk who was sweeping the floor seemed to have split into a second figure and arrived in front of Blood Spring Elder in the blink of an eye.
The two of them were facing each other, only a fist's distance apart.
Strangely, the monk in green who was sweeping the floor was still swinging his broom and did not disappear.
"Japanese Clone Technique?"
The Blood Spring Elder was bewildered and subconsciously took a step back.
The monk looked at Blood Spring Elder and yawned.""It's you people who disturbed This Penniless Monk's dream?”
"Hmph, not only am I disturbing your dreams, I'm also going to take your life!”
The Blood Spring Elder's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He shouted and grabbed the monk in green with his claws.
Although he was arrogant and conceited, he never underestimated his enemy. Even a lion would use its full strength to hunt a rabbit, circulating its demonic technique to the limit.
In an instant, Genuine Qi poured out of his body, forming a purple-black vortex in his claws and swallowing the monk in green.
The green-robed monk's figure was like a paper figurine. It twisted with the vortex and shrank until it disappeared.
"Hahahaha, that's all you can do!”
The Blood Spring Elder put down his hands and laughed loudly.
" Shut up!" Crippled Zen Master shouted." Can't you see that he is still sweeping the floor?!"”
"Hmm?"
The Elder Blood Spring looked over and saw that the monk was still sweeping the floor leisurely.
It was as if what he had just killed was just an afterimage.
The Blood Spring Elder frowned and thought to himself, I didn't feel anything when I used the Power Transformation Technique. Who is he?”
The three divine monks on the ground were shocked and suspicious when they saw the green-robed monk's appearance.
"You are…Miao Chen!"
"How did you become younger?"
Even though Miao Chen was younger than them, he was still an old monk in his sixties or seventies.
However, the green-robed monk in front of him did not look old at all. In fact, he looked even younger.
He had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. He was handsome and heroic. Time had not left any traces on him at all.
"Miao Chen?" asked the divine monk Duku in astonishment.”
"You mean the little novice monk who was rejected by the various halls because of his poor aptitude after he shaved his head?”
"Didn't he become a sweeping monk later? How did he become so powerful?”
The divine monk Du Ku couldn't figure it out.
The other two divine monks were equally confused.
However, in the current situation, the Demon Cult had attacked Shaolin Temple and broken through the Great Buddha Hall. They could only pin their slim hopes on a sweeping monk.
But…
Could a mere sweeping monk really turn the tide?
He was facing hundreds of Demon Cult disciples and two Peak Rank-3 Demon Cult powerhouses!
The scene fell into a dead silence, and the air was extremely heavy.
The disciples of the Demonic Sect looked at each other. They pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, as if they were ready to draw their swords at any moment, but no one made a move.
Only Ning Chen was minding his own business, sweeping the ground and piling up the golden ginkgo leaves.
"The Demonic Emperor once said that the Shaolin Temple is nothing to be afraid of," the Crippled Zen Master asked after a while.”
"What three divine monks? They're just empty titles. None of them can fight.”
"There's only one person who can't be underestimated. I'm sure he's talking about you, right?”
The three divine monks who were lying on the ground sat in the lotus position, their faces pale.
They wanted to argue, but when they saw the Crippled Zen Master and recalled how they were beaten up, they opened their mouths and were speechless.
The three divine monks were even more depressed, wondering who this Evil Emperor was.
How did the sweeping monk Miao Chen become so strong?
Ning Chen stopped sweeping and leaned on the broom. He asked,"This poor monk lives in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Depository. He shows off the mountain but not the water.”
"Who is the Demonic Emperor you speak of? How does he know of this poor monk's abilities?”
Before the Crippled Zen Master could speak, Ning Chen thought of something. His face darkened and he said coldly,"So it's my disappointing disciple!”
"Ha, he's really capable. Not only did he not die, but he also became the cult master of the Demon Cult!”
These words were like a few heavy bombs thrown into the sea, shocking thousands of waves.
Everyone almost exploded.
The three godly monks, the Crippled Zen Master, the Blood Spring Elder, and all the disciples of the Demonic Sect felt their minds buzzing.
What did they hear?
The Cult Master of the Demonic Sect was actually the disciple of the sweeping monk in front of him!
One had to know that the Demonic Emperor's position in the Demonic Sect was supreme, equivalent to a god.
Countless people of the Demonic Sect, including the Four Venerables, could only feel admiration, respect, and…deep fear when facing the Demonic Emperor Wu Tianchou!
In the end, they attacked the Shaolin Temple all the way and almost broke through this Buddhist holy land.
He met a monk sweeping the floor in the Scripture Depository. The monk said that the Demonic Emperor was his evil disciple.
One could imagine how shocked they were!
After the shock, there was a monstrous anger!
How could the supreme Demonic Emperor of the Demonic Sect be humiliated and become the disciple of a sweeping monk?
"Bald monk, die! Your ancestor will turn you into a skeleton!!”
The helpless and furious Blood Spring Elder leaped into the air and clawed at Ning Chen. Two purple-black palm winds swept towards Ning Chen.
The sky changed color, and the cold wind howled.
The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree was almost uprooted.
Ning Chen put down his broom and said without looking back,"The three of you, watch carefully. This is how Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate techniques are used!”
"Thousand Leaves Tathagata Palm!"
Ning Chen put his palms together and then separated them. He swayed left and right, leaving behind afterimages of his palms.
"No!" cried the Divine Monk Duya. I used Thousand Leaves Tathagata Palm just now, but it was broken by Old Monster Blood Spring's technique!”
"That's because you're not skilled enough, it doesn't mean that you're a poor monk!!”
Behind Ning Chen's back, a wave of Qi rose and golden light overflowed. He used the Thousand Leaves Tathagata Palm to meet the attack.
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