80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Shaoshi Mountain, on the square in front of the Mahavira Hall.

A group of people knelt down, including monks, Taoist priests, girls, old people, children...

These people are people from major forces. This time, they are here to watch the show. I want to see how the conflict between Shaolin Temple and Yuhua Shen Dynasty will be resolved?

But who would have thought it would end like this?

Thousands of people were pressed down on their knees, unable to move. The more they struggled, the more uncomfortable they became.

The extremely strong fist was like a raging flame, burning them and making them very uncomfortable.

This is a shocking picture.

Beihai took a painting and suppressed the Shaolin Temple, and even brought a group of people who came to the Shaolin Temple to watch the play were suppressed.

They are miserable.

If I had known that I would not watch the show, it was a complete disaster.

The monks in Shaolin Temple are still struggling, they are very angry, they regard this as a great shame.

But as the very old monk opened his mouth, the audience fell silent.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple turned his head in disbelief, eyes full of bloodshot eyes, stared at the old monk, and asked, "What did you just say?"

The old monk said with difficulty: "I said this power is... a human god!"

"Impossible!" The abbot categorically denied it. He shook his head frantically. Although he was still kneeling, his face was full of panic.

"Since the deity of the human world fell 1,500 years ago, there has never been a deity in the human world. This power is very powerful, but it is absolutely impossible to be a deity in the human world!" The abbot made an excuse for himself, it couldn't be a deity in the world.

If it is a human deity, then the Shaolin Temple is really going to be completely defeated and can no longer resist.

Shaolin Temple has accumulated countless temples for hundreds of years, huge believers, and countless treasures, all of which will be taken away by people.

Therefore, it cannot be a human god!

However, this thing is no longer transferred by his will.

The old monk's words shocked everyone in the audience.

Including the North Sea.

He was surprised and delighted, holding the painting in his hand, his whole body was trembling.

Excited!

He has only one feeling now.

Human gods!

That mysterious senior has actually stepped into the realm of the gods and spirits in the world, which is incredible.

"No wonder Emperor Ming is so confident and let me and Cangshan go to the south of the Yangtze River." Beihai, who was so excited, actually began to admire Emperor Ming Lin Tianyuan.

Compared to Beihai's excitement, everyone else was scared, trembling, shocked, disbelieving and so on.

These emotions are surging in everyone's heart, and the five flavors are mixed.

"In this world, there will be no human gods..." Someone lost his voice, with an expression of envy and panic.

They also broke through the Martial Saint because of a rain, and they were complacent, thinking that they had stood at the pinnacle of their cultivation.

After all, they are all Martial Saints.

You are the second level, the third level, the fourth level of Martial Saint, so what?

Still Wu Sheng.

I am also a saint.

If you stand at the pinnacle of practitioners, it means that I am also at the pinnacle.

But now, a painting unfolded, the huge momentum, the terrifying boxing technique, and the blazing coercion directly crushed them.

Even Martial Saint, under this momentum, must kneel.

Wu Sheng is no longer the pinnacle of the world.

In this world, a god was born.

The old monk coughed and stammered: "The paper used for this painting is very simple, the ink used for the painting is also very simple, and the painting is also very casual, all of which add up to nothing..."

"However, this painting was painted by a human god, and it contains his aura and a wisp of his consciousness, so we can't resist it."

"It is recorded in the scriptures that the gods in the world have destroyed the body, and there is a terrifying existence of spiritual sense." The old monk said in despair.

His words made the abbot of Shaolin Temple close his eyes in despair.

The others believed at this moment.

There are gods in this world.

Still become a god in this human world.

"No wonder the Emperor Yuhua Shen Dynasty dared to attack Buddhism."

"The Shaolin Temple and the Hanging Temple have suffered a great disaster this time."

"Yeah, this is a terrible catastrophe, and it is fortunate that this human deity does not have much killing intent. Otherwise, there must be a river of blood in front of the Mahavira Hall of Shaolin Temple."

"Let's kneel down. Kneeling to a human god will not suffer."

"Yeah, I thought that after a rain, the human court was no longer enough, but now it seems that it is still the same as usual, to be ruled."

"It's up to the abbot how the abbot handles this disaster at the Shaolin Temple."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple heard this talk.

He was in a trance, and a dying old monk appeared in front of him.

Holy Buddha!

Before he died, he said that there was a great disaster in Shaolin Temple and told them not to...

"Don't..." The abbot of Shaolin Temple smiled bitterly.

This sentence no, they understand it as don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...

But the truth is, don't resist.

"Holy Buddha, I only understand now." The abbot of Shaolin Temple sighed, and he raised his head to look at Beihai.

Then he slowly raised the imperial decree in his hand and said loudly, "I Shaolin, I will obey the imperial decree of my emperor!"

The people around were silent for a while, watching silently.

They knew that the abbot still surrendered.

He was afraid.

He did not dare to oppose the Yuhua Divine Dynasty, and dared not bear the wrath of the human gods of the Yuhua Divine Dynasty.

The monks of the Shaolin Temple also saw the truth clearly, and the end of the stubborn resistance must be very miserable.

Fortunately, the Ascension God Dynasty left them this Shaoshi Mountain.

Beihai looked at the abbot who respectfully surrendered and raised the imperial edict with both hands, and closed the painting with satisfaction.

The coercion suddenly dissipated into the invisible.

Countless people relieved their pressure, panted heavily, and got up tremblingly.

The scene just now was like a dream.

But as soon as he touched his back, he was dripping with cold sweat, and everyone seemed to be pulled out of the water.

Looking at each other, there is only a wry smile and shock.

The gods in the world are too terrifying.

This is just a picture drawn by the gods in the world. Without any attack or killing intent, it almost killed them.

If they really saw the gods in the world, they would probably die on the spot.

Beihai put away the folded paintings, and then said to the abbot of Shaolin Temple: "Within three months, all the temples except Shaoshi Mountain will be demolished, and all the millions of monks will return to the secular world. Buddhism is not a place to hide filth. People, escort the government without delay."

The abbot of Shaolin Temple could no longer be proud this time. He bowed slightly and said tremblingly, "Poor monk...I see!"

When he said this, his heart ached.

"But a large part of it belongs to the Hanging Temple, and we have no right to demolish it." The abbot sighed and explained.

"Don't worry, the current Xuankong Temple should be exactly the same as here." Beihai remembered that Cangshan was holding another painting, and couldn't help but laugh.

When the abbot and others thought of the terrible scene just now, they couldn't help but shudder.

They never want to experience this feeling a second time.

...

Hanging Temple!

The originally lively Hanging Temple.

The arrogant and domineering Hanging Temple.

The defiant Hanging Temple.

Now everyone knelt on the ground, breathing trembling.

Cangshan opened the painting, and an idyllic scene appeared all around.

Green grass, rivers, trees, distant mountains, squinting eyes, villages...

These all appear vividly in front of everyone's eyes.

Quiet and far away.

But only the green grass, swaying, exudes a terrifying sword energy.

A sword qi crushed the headmaster of the Hanging Temple.

"Do you accept the decree?" Cangshan took out the decree and looked at the headmaster of the Hanging Temple excitedly.

At this moment, the headmaster of the Xuankong Temple, who was completely defeated, knelt on the ground and said bitterly, "Poor monk, accept the order!"

How could he have thought that there are gods in the world!

The fifth is coming.

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