A commoner monk with a bitter look on his face.

The brows, expressions, and sighs all seem to contain human pain, which reaches deep into people's hearts.

This...this is?

Not only the Kunlun monks were stunned, but groups of Hongmeng monks were also dumbfounded. Who is this god-level monk?

It looks like they are still from Hongmeng!

Ning Tao broke through the seal, but his face did not relax at all, even if he guessed the identity of the visitor.

Suddenly, the ancestor of Huashan exclaimed: "Old monk, how could it be you, that you are willing to go out of seclusion?"

The commoner monk said bitterly: "I have met Taoist friend Hua, and Mr. Mo personally invited me. The poor monk will naturally give him this little face."

"Hmph, if you don't come out of seclusion, everyone will think you died in the secret room. Look at the gang of brats behind you. They don't even know who you are despite their unique skills."

Mo Yuntian scolded with a cold face.

The commoner monk had a wry smile on his face, folded his hands and chanted sutras, like a junior listening to the teachings of his elders, very humble.

According to seniority, Mo Lao is indeed one generation older than him!

Mo Yuntian looked helpless. This monk was becoming more and more stubborn. He was almost suffering to death from practicing asceticism.

Zen Master Long Xiang narrowed his eyes and felt the power of Buddha nature just now. He was surprised and said: "I asked you why this power is so familiar. It turns out that you and I have the same Zen sect."

"Haha... Fellow Taoist, I am serious. I am Shaolin and have nothing to do with your Zen sect. After your generation of ancestors entered the Kunlun world, we no longer have any relationship."

The commoner monk put his hands together and smiled lightly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Anyway, the facts are before you and me. I am very happy to see that my Zen branch still exists like this," Zen Master Long Xiang sneered.

The commoner monk frowned and said quietly: "This fellow Taoist is delusional. My predecessor in Shaolin is the orthodox one. You just left with the inheritance, and the root... is still here!"

"Exactly, your pitiful Buddhism is worthy of being called orthodox. Our Zen sect is the source, orthodoxy and mainstream of Buddhism," Zen Master Long Xiang said with a majestic expression.

As soon as the words came out, the place suddenly fell silent.

The hearts of tens of thousands of monks tightened at the same time. The two armies were locked in a deadly confrontation, and the low roars of ancient spiritual beasts echoed in their ears.

Ning Tao pulled Han Xue tightly and gave her a magic pill, but he did not notice that the latter's nose was sore and her eyes were red.

Suddenly, the cloth-clothed monk frowned and relaxed, and said casually: "In this case, the poor monk has nothing to say. The only thing we can do is fight, let's use Buddhism to compete."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Vajra with angry eyes appeared.

Some of the monks who were a little closer felt the anger, angry for the people, angry for the world, and angry for the world!

Ning Tao was secretly speechless. He didn't expect that this Shaolin ancestor could be so domineering and his strength was unfathomable.

Zen Master Long Xiang smiled coldly. From the previous confrontation, he discovered that this person's strength was almost comparable to that of Zen Master Duren. He was at the peak of the late stage of god refining and could already feel... the virtual realm!

However, he has already touched the virtual realm!

"Come and fight!"

A ten-foot-long golden Arhat and a ten-foot-long angry-eyed King Kong stepped into the void at the same time and collided with each other in the blink of an eye.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The two eminent monks started fighting fiercely in an instant.

Taoist Yuntian only glanced at it and then ignored it. The monk who just appeared was not the opponent of "Dragon Elephant".

Mr. Mo didn't seem to be worried. A pair of old eyes glanced closely behind him. The large group of strong men had twice the combat power of Hong Meng.

damn,

What to do?

Ning Tao pondered, he remembered a saying that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin, and as an ancestor, he must be the best.

"Mo Yuntian, continuing the stalemate is not an option. My patience is limited. The holy war has begun, but there is a suggestion you might as well listen to," the man in Taoist robes said impatiently.

"What?"

Mo Lao said indifferently with a trembling face.

"The two masters in your hands are very important to us, but it is absolutely impossible to use them to threaten me to withdraw the jihad, even if I am in your hands."

"So, I will give you a final bottom line. Hand over a master and I will ask you to step back a hundred meters. I believe that the distance of two hundred meters is enough for you to struggle," the man in Taoist robes said sarcastically.

Old Mo narrowed his eyes and looked at the other ancestors. Finally, he looked closely at Ning Tao, as if asking for advice.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.

"retreat!"

Mr. Mo gave an order, and the Hongmeng army began to retreat. The distance of a hundred meters was neither far nor close, and it came in the blink of an eye.

"Let them go!"

The Taoist-robed man and others all took a step forward.

Ning Tao kicked the crazy master with a cold face, and almost all of the bruises on his body were from his angry attacks.

The weak Huang Shi's face turned pale. He didn't believe that the agreement would be so simple. The battlefield... was changeable!

Sure enough, the situation changed drastically in this second.

As soon as Yun Zhongzi took over Crazy Master, the Taoist-robed man directly ordered with a cold face: "Kunlun Army, kill!"

"roar……!"

In an instant, the torrent of the army poured down.

The expressions of Mr. Mo, Long Jin and others changed drastically. They did not expect that this master would take action directly regardless of his life.

Ning Tao shouted with red eyes: "Leader Jin Ling, all the rear troops should evacuate and come down the mountain. Quick, don't look back and don't cry. Those in the front troops who are not afraid of death can follow me up."

"kill!"

Without thinking, Wu Hailin rushed forward with red eyes. Qingyang, Mo Yang, Wang Yuzhu, Huijing... and other iron-blooded monks followed closely behind Ning Tao, all abandoning life and death.

A divine battle breaks out between Mo Lao, Long Jin and others!

Just when the two armies of monks collided, Ning Tao's eyelids twitched and he suddenly shouted: "Stop, lie down quickly."

"Chirp chirp...!"

Suddenly there was a sharp sound in the distant sky, tearing apart the heavy black tornado and rushing towards it in the blink of an eye.

Most of the Kunlun monks didn't know this, but the remaining advance monks changed their faces and shouted: "I... my dear, quickly... lie down quickly, it's an iron egg, an iron egg!"

A large number of Kunlun monks look at them as if they are fools, and if they are still stubborn, I will kick you in the balls while pretending to be cowards.

The man in Taoist robes raised his eyebrows. Is this the iron egg mentioned in the news? He paused and slapped an iron egg head-on.

"boom!"

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, which was extremely shocking.

"Chirp chirp... boom boom!"

The black tornado was torn apart by the impact that exceeded the speed of sound, and nearly a hundred iron eggs accurately bombarded it.

"Boom boom boom...!"

The terrifying explosion force swept through the entire mountain, and a small section of the top of Kunlun Mountain was flattened, as if the sky was shattering.

The faces of each of the gods changed drastically, and they were horrified. What the hell is this thing? How could it have such terrifying power?

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosion has not stopped yet, it is shining brightly.

The man in Taoist robes had just appeared, and suddenly looked into the air with a gloomy face. Someone big was coming.
Chapter completed!