Seeing that the injured person who was being held by the foreigner was actually Xiao Yinjian, the little monk was shocked. He knew the terror of Xiao Yinjian these days. It took only two or three minutes since he left the temple. In this short moment, how powerful is this foreigner? The little monk could not imagine it.

"Zhi Guang, come back! You are no match for him." The old monk Huiyun walked out from behind the temple with a serious face and said to Dorand: "Amitabha! Who is the donor? Why did he hurt this little donor?"

Dorand had some research on Chinese, but he could understand the meaning of the word "donor" and said coldly: "Who I hurt, it's not your turn to take care of me!"

"Amitabha!" Huiyun said solemnly: "Since the donor hurts people in my Shaolin, Shaolin has to care about this."

"Are you sure you want to take care of it?" Dorand smiled grimly.

"Amitabha! I have to ignore it!" Huiyun's expression at this time was much more nervous than when she was facing her enemy Xiao Yinjian.

Before he finished speaking, a fist was inserted into Huiyun's chest and then drilled out from his back. Huiyun had only had time to let out a shrill scream and set off for the Western Paradise.

"Master Huiyun!" The little monk Zhiguang looked so loud that his eyes were so loud that he rushed up screaming, wanting to fight against Dorand.

"Bang!" Zhiguang was hit hard by another old monk and stepped back. After taking a few steps in a row, he sat on the ground.

"Damn, do you still want to die?" The old monk's eyes were filled with tears, but his face was full of anger. After taking a deep breath, the old monk shouted loudly: "Brohan Formation!"

Thanks to Xiao Yinjian, the monks of the Hui generation of Shaolin Temple gathered together. The nine elders of the Luohan Hall and the eight elders of the Prajna Hall quickly set up a large formation around Dorande. Elder Huiyun of the Prajna Hall, who should be an important member of the formation, has died under Dorande, and is now replaced by Zhitian, the most martial arts master among the young disciples.

Dorand stood in the center of the formation calmly and sneered repeatedly. When the Arhat formation was launched, he flashed and attacked an elder of the Arhat Hall.

Under the formation of the Arhat Formation, the elder's martial arts was more than twice as powerful? After a loud "bang", the elder of the Arhat Hall was indeed bleeding and his face was as white as white, but Dorand was not feeling well, and there was no trace of blood on his already pale face.

A strange look flashed in Dorand's eyes, and he put away his contempt for the Arhat formation. Taking advantage of the elder's injury and the formation was loose, he used his advantage in speed, and appeared in the formation left and right, and sometimes forward and behind, with "bang bang bang bang bang" fists and feet constantly fighting each other.

Finally, Zhitian was weaker and was caught by Dorand, and he cut his neck with a palm. Then, the elder of the Luohan Hall who was injured and vomited blood was also dug out of his heart and threw it out of the formation.

The two generals were suddenly missing, and the Arhat Formation was immediately in chaos. The Shaolin elders were thrown out of the circle one after another. In less than a minute, most of the elders were damaged, and their broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that Shaolin Temple was no longer immune tonight, suddenly, a soft white light soared into the sky on Shaoshi Mountain, and the entire mountain trembled violently. All the living people present, whether it was the hideous Dorande, or the sad and angry Zhiguang, whether it was the dying Prajna Hall, or the Xiao Yinjian who was already in a coma, everyone felt the power full of heaven and earth where the white light rushed. Under this force, even the vicious Dorande felt as small as an ant.

"The Buddha has appeared!" A group of Shaolin monks burst into tears and worshiped the light that entered the sky.

"Grandma, what's going on? What a strong power! Is this a human being? Could it be that there are really gods in this world?" Xiao Yinjian endured the severe pain and stood up and looked at the light.

Dorand and William stood still, vaguely, Dorand felt something was wrong.

"A small alien demon race dares to act violently in my Shaolin. Do you really think there is no one in Shaolin?" A erratic voice rumbling.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Dorand refused to admit defeat at all, but his steps couldn't help but move backwards.

"I am leaving the gate today. I don't want to commit more murders, but I am going tolerate you by looking at what the donor does!"

The originally erratic voice suddenly settled in its direction. Everyone looked up and saw a hazy monk sitting quietly in the void, with a faint golden light shrouded in his body.

Xiao Yinjian opened his mouth wide and muttered in his heart: "Damn it, there is really a god. I can see clearly that this guy is definitely not a stunt actor! Hehe, if he is beaten up by him, it will be very good, right? No, the vampire-like guy beat me like this just now. If this god comes for a while, I'm afraid I won't even have a scum left. No, at least I can't mess with him now! It's not too late to find him when I get stronger in the future. At that time, I'll catch his daughter first, hehe, the daughter of the god is a fairy..."

I don’t know if I sensed the dirty thoughts in Xiao Yinjian’s heart, but the monk suddenly looked at him, and the gaze that seemed to stab Xiao Yinjian’s heart.

"Not good!" Xiao Yinjian shouted, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by a big hammer, and he fainted again.

"This person has repeatedly disturbed me Shaolin, thinking that he is not serious about his evil deeds, so he has added a little punishment to be respectful and effective." Xiao Yinjian couldn't hear these words.

Realizing that the monk was the next one he was to deal with, Dorand screamed and left William to flee. He was already known for his speed, and now he was running for all his might. In almost the blink of an eye, he had already appeared a hundred meters away.

The monk in the air snorted coldly. Suddenly, Dorand's body shook and slowly fell to the ground. Then, as if a pair of invisible hands were holding him, Dorand's body gradually rose into the air.

Suddenly, a silver-white beam of light fell from the sky, covering Dorand unbiasedly. The beam of light seemed soft and harmless, but Dorand twisted and howled in it in great pain, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could never escape the range of the beam.

Amid the wails, Dorand seemed to have been melted, and his body became smaller in circles. In the end, he completely disappeared into the air. However, the extremely shrill screams echoed in the valley for a while.

When everyone came to their senses and turned to the mysterious monk, they saw that the place where he was just now was empty, and where was there? Suddenly, many people felt like they were dreaming.
Chapter completed!