Chapter 1858: Go up and die!

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Looking at the dozens of captured human monks, Ye Fan frowned, but did not stand up to stop him.

Although Ye Fan has a sense of justice, he does not consider himself a savior.

The world is so big, he can't control too much, he just wants to protect the people around him.

These human monks are not related to him, and there is no need to risk their lives to save!

What's more... They are not necessarily good people, 80% of them are the remnants of certain demons and evil ways in the ruins, who can survive in the ruins. Which hand is not stained with countless blood?

Even if it was killed by the monster clan, it would still be a shame.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Little Wolf King's figure flashed, he boarded the martial arts platform, scanned the audience sharply, and finally looked at the ragged, thin-faced human monks, shouting:

"Today is the day of my father’s one-thousandth birthday. Use your blood to celebrate! But before being killed, I can also give you a chance. If anyone can be in the ring and pick me up with ten tricks, more Live for a month; you can live another year if you take me 20 strokes; if someone can take me a hundred strokes without dying, then you can be free again!"

Hearing these words, the human cultivators who had fallen into despair suddenly lit up, and they seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

But the wolf spirits in the field laughed and whispered:

"Hahaha...Look at these two-legged sheep, they got excited, they really thought they could survive?"

"Really naive! Little Wolf King is powerful, and he has won the true biography of Lord Demon Wolf King. He is a victorious general on the martial arts stage, and he is not defeated! All these two-legged sheep may not be the opponent of Little Wolf King!"

"Hey! There will be a good show later!"

...

"The rules have been made clear. If you want to survive, you can go to the ring!" Little Wolf King said in a deep voice.

"I'll try!"

In the crowd, a figure shot out like an arrow, and instantly swept over the ring.

Looking into the distance, he was a bald monk wearing a pair of gray coarse cloth trousers. His bronzed skin was shining in the light, and his muscles seemed to be smeared with some oil, giving off a metallic luster, just like steel bars. bone.

However, his muscles, in addition to being tough and tough, also contained tough tension, which seemed to be both tough and soft.

"Mahayana Lingyun Temple protector, let go!"

The bald monk sounded like a bell, resounding through the audience, his face still showing a bit of pride.

Hearing these words, the ancestor of the baoren's face changed slightly, and he quietly transmitted to Ye Fan:

"Master, this Mahayana Lingyun Temple, although not comparable to the Prajna Temple in the Nine Sects, it is also a powerful force in the ruins. There are hundreds of disciples in the temple, and the power cannot be underestimated. And the guardian of the whole temple is also There are only sixteen seats, and they are all first-class powerhouses! I didn't expect this guy to fall into the hands of the Demon Wolf King!"

At this moment, the confrontation on the ring has begun.

"Wow!"

The little wolf king's figure turned into an afterimage, and his fist carried the power of destroying the mountain and shaking the mountain, blasting towards Monk Shikong's chest.

Unexpectedly, the monk Shikong did not evade, he was dignified, his hands clasped together, and said a Buddha's name:

"Amitabha!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a roar of tigers and dragons in his body, and at the same time a heavy and majestic breath broke out.

"Huh!" "Huh!"

In an instant, two huge phantoms of golden light appeared above Monk Shikong.

The one on the left sits on the dragon body, thoughtful, calm, and admiring himself.

The one on the right is riding a tiger, Dharma psychic, powerful but not angry, and superior in Taoism.

Seeing this scene, someone in the hall suddenly exclaimed:

"Falling Dragon Arhat, Fuhu Arhat!"

"Monk Shi Kong actually visualized the fate of these two Arhats!"

"Such a qualification is no less than the spiritual boy of Prajna Temple, no wonder he can become the protector of Mahayana Lingyun Temple!"

...

The so-called Arhat refers to a saint who can cut off all worries, reach the state of Nirvana, no longer suffer from reincarnation of life and death, complete cultivation and have the virtue of guiding all living beings to be good, and can be supported by man.

Under the Buddha, there are eighteen arhats who live forever in the world and protect the Dhamma. They are the highest attainment status for the Buddha's disciples.

Arhats are pure in their six physical and mental faculties, ignorant troubles have been broken, they have been freed from life and death, and have attained Nirvana, and are worthy of the respect and support of all people. Before the end of his life, he still lives in the world of Brahma, practices less desires, has pure moral virtues, and teaches people according to circumstances.

For Buddhist disciples, it takes great opportunity and aptitude to visualize the life and soul of Arhats.

The group of demons never expected that these Buddhist monks would be captured.

Just when everyone was stunned, Little Wolf King's iron fist blasted towards Monk Shikong's chest.

"boom!"

There was a dull physical crash.

However, Monk Shikong still stood there, motionless.

On the contrary, it was Little Wolf King, who was shocked and took a dozen steps back before barely standing still.

In this first round of confrontation, Monk Shikong turned out to have the upper hand.

As long as these two great souls are sacrificed, Monk Shikong can obtain the blessing of the power of surrendering the dragon and the tiger, and the boldness and inviolability of the gestures.

These realms are second only to the legendary "King Kong is not bad and immortal."

It is precisely because of this reliance that Monk Shikong dared to be the first to board the fighting platform.

In terms of destructive power, he may not be considered first-rate, but he has absolute self-confidence in himself when competing for defense. The ordinary monsters can never break his defense.

...

"Tsk tusk! Two times, I underestimated you!"

Little Wolf King gave a weird smile and a fierce look in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the nails of his ten fingers on both hands instantly became longer and sharper, like sharp blades, shimmering with a frightening glow in the sunlight, enough to easily cut through the steel armor.

And thick and black hairs grew on his arms, his body swelled, and his clothes were torn apart, showing a half-human and half-demon state!

"Wow!"

Little Wolf King's figure flashed, his speed was incredible, completely beyond the limit of the naked eye of everyone in the field.

Between the sparks and the fire, Monk Shikong didn't have time to react, he only felt a pain in his chest.

When I came back to my senses, I saw five long bloodstains on the chest, which almost penetrated the entire chest. The red blood gurgled out and instantly dyed the clothes red.

"So fast!"

Monk Shi Kong was shocked, completely deterred by the strength of Little Wolf King.

After the demonization, Little Wolf King's speed increased at least ten times, and he couldn't dodge at all.

But fortunately, although the defense of the Dragon and the Tiger Arhat was broken, the scars left by the wolf's claws looked terrifying, but in fact they only scratched the skin, and did not hurt the internal organs at all.

"This is the second trick. As long as you stick to it, there is hope of survival!"

Monk Shikong simply did not dodge, running his inner strength to protect the whole body, standing in place like a stone statue, unchanging in response to changes.

"Stab! Stab! Stab..."

The sound of wolf claws tearing the skin, one after another, kept ringing.

Little Wolf King seemed to treat Monk Shikong as a human sandbag, and his tricks were vicious.

Looking into the distance, I saw Monk Shikong was bruised and bloodied, like a **** man, but his breath of life was still strong.

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..."

"Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven..."

"Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three..."

Monk Shikong kept counting the number of moves the little wolf king had made, even though there was pain in his body, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In his heart, he even felt that Little Wolf King was a bit "weak", he had been attacking for so long but he was still unable to cause fatal and serious injuries.

Soon, ninety-nine strokes have passed.

There is only one last resort, and Monk Shikong can step down and resume his freedom.

The dozens of celebrity monks in the audience were also very excited and excited.

"It's worthy of being the protector of the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, supernatural power!"

"He might really do a miracle!"

"Tsk tusk! This little wolf king looks very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be a silver-like pewter spear head. It's vain!"

"It seems that this time, we all have hope of surviving!"

"Cheer up Monk Shukong!"

...

At this moment, Monk Shikong was also full of confidence.

Little Wolf King used a total of ninety-nine moves, and none of them could kill him, and the last move could be against the sky.

Thinking of this, Monk Shikong shouted at Little Wolf King: "Hey, hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to go back to the temple!"

"Huh! Bald donkey, since you are in a hurry to go to hell, then I will give you a ride!"

The little wolf king waved his claws again and pounced on Monk Shikong.

This blow seemed to be no different from the previous ninety-nine moves.

But in mid-air, the temperament of Little Wolf King's body changed drastically, and a surging evil aura erupted. There seemed to be a demon **** awakened in his body, and he could destroy the world with every gesture.

"Boom boom boom!"

That terrifying aura spread out instantly, enveloped the entire fighting platform, and spread outward at the same time.

Those dozens of celebrity monks were all trembling with fright, trembling, and didn't even dare to show up.

Some monster races that were closer were also shocked and silent.

And Monk Shikong, his face changed wildly, his body was shaken, he noticed a breath of death close at hand, and his mood was more like riding a roller coaster, falling from the clouds into an abyss.

Only at this moment did he realize that he had been tricked by Little Wolf King from the beginning.

Little Wolf King has been hiding his strength and paralyzing himself for this final blow!

In fact, it is not surprising that the many wolf monsters present have seen so many, because this is the usual style of the little wolf king.

Give the enemy hope, and when the enemy thinks it is safe to win, kill all hope personally!

It's like a cat teasing a mouse. It is a very pleasant thing to watch the caught mouse dying in the palm of your hand. No matter how the mouse struggles, it will not escape the fate of being killed.

...

"do not fight!"

"I won't fight anymore!"

"I have survived twenty tricks long ago. I don't want to be free again, just let me live one more year!"

Monk Shikong let out a hoarse cry, without any hesitation, immediately turned around and wanted to jump off the ring.

However, Little Wolf King didn't give him any chance at all, his figure violently rose, and his speed was three points faster than before. He instantly grabbed Monk Shikong's shoulders and pushed him into the air.

At the next moment, an extremely cruel scene appeared in everyone's sight——

The little wolf king smashed Monk Shikong's shoulder blades, and then smashed to the left and right.

"Stab!"

The harsh tearing sound resounded through the audience.

The image of the dragon and the tiger descending in the air suddenly shattered and disappeared.

At the same time, the burly body of Monk Shikong was also torn alive and split into two!

The flesh and blood, internal organs, intestines, etc., were all spilled on the ring and stained the ground red, shocking.

This scene caused a strong visual impact on everyone present.

The human monks watching the battle in the audience were still expecting Monk Shi Kong to stop a hundred moves a few seconds ago.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Monk Shi Kong was torn by his hands.

"vomit!"

Someone turned pale, covering their mouths for a while and retching.

Others were so frightened that their legs were soft, and they slumped directly on the ground. They were soaked in cold sweat, they were almost out of breath.

Cruel!

Little Wolf King's methods are too cruel!

More importantly, what happened to Monk Shikong will soon be experienced.

No one can escape!

An aura of despair filled the hearts of many human monks.

The strength of Little Wolf King was far stronger than they thought.

It is almost impossible to survive a hundred moves!

At this moment, the little wolf king's body was covered with red blood, and he looked down at the human monk below the stage, laughed sternly, and said arrogantly:

"Who is next, roll up and die!"