The catastrophe of the beast tide in Cangzhou County is coming, the beasts are fleeing from Qilian Mountain, the momentum is unstoppable, and the people of the four gates of the righteous path have guarded the first wave of the beast tide, but when the big beast tide comes, Cang'er Town fell instantly.

Where the beast tide passed, there was a ruin.

The disciples of the four sects of the righteous path could only do their best to rescue, but they themselves were also in danger in the beast tide, and more than half of the survivors in Cang'er Town were killed or injured.

When Jiang Wei was rescued from the mountains by the senior brother of the Supreme Realm, his first reaction was to ask Bai Ze and Tang Zhizhi for news. But the situation is chaotic, where does anyone care about his problems.

Almost all of the most potential seeds of the four sects of the righteous path have been smashed into Qilian Mountain, and now the wild beast has swallowed the pure Yangzi of the Yunhai Immortal Gate Sect and the abbot of the Hanging Temple, Master Yuantong, into their stomachs, and their whereabouts are unknown, no matter how the surviving people look at it, they all feel that this is a shocking conspiracy.

It's all too much of a coincidence.

But if it is a conspiracy, who can drive the wild beasts that have survived for thousands of years? This is too terrifying, too incredible.

The garrison generals of Cangzhou County almost went crazy.

The battle line was almost full, the tide of great beasts rushed out of Qilian Mountain, and even the masters of the Yunhai Immortal Gate, the Hanging Temple, the Qingying Sword Sect, and the Fire God Mountain were all present and couldn't stop it, how could he hold Cangzhou County?

On the front line of the Great Beast Tide, no one in the city can defend it. But the general of the Cangzhou County garrison knew that this disaster could not be stopped, and there was no need for his head.

"The three armies are stubbornly defending!" the garrison general ordered, "Pull the battle line back!" Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, there are so many demonic beasts in Qilian Mountain that they can wipe out the entire Cangzhou County!"

The torrential rain struck, and the heavens and the earth were slaughtered.

There were frightening roars everywhere, the war horses were in the city, and when they heard the roar of the beast tide like thunder from afar, they were so frightened that they broke free from the shackles of the cavalry on their backs and ran for their lives, how could the front-line garrison have the ability to pull with the big beast tide?

The situation in the north suddenly became chaotic because of the changes in Qilian Mountain.

At the border of the Chen soldiers of the Song Kingdom, the strategists in the north thought that the war would be the first to start in the south, but they did not expect that the chessboard in the north was suddenly disrupted.

The Qilian Mountain has changed, and the whereabouts of the Yunhai Immortal Sect and the abbot of the Hanging Temple are unknown, which is simply a bolt from the blue, and the people who witnessed it are all unconscious.

No one knows what the Great Zhou Destiny will look like in an instant if Chunyangzi and Master Yuantong fall.

At the same time, the Hanging Temple has taken the lead in ushering in the catastrophe.

The western border of the Great Zhou, Fufeng County.

Located on the top of Gwangseong Mountain, the Hanging Temple was a veritable Hanging Temple in the beginning. As the name suggests, this is an ancient temple that built the mountain gate on the cliff.

Guangcheng mountain wall stands thousands of thousands, the original hanging temple is built on the steep cliff, the plank road has been built from the ancient temple to the top of the cliff, want to go up the mountain to worship the Buddha, can only take that narrow hanging plank road, one side is close to the cliff of thousands of thousands, one side is the cliff of ten thousand zhang.

The upper part does not connect to the sky, and the lower does not touch the ground, which is the best description of the Hanging Temple.

But with the growth of the power of the Hanging Temple in the north, starting from the previous Zhihong Zen Master, the Hanging Temple began to build a temple on Guangcheng Mountain, calling the ancient temple the ancestral court and the new temple as the temple.

The name is still the same name.

But the ancestral court is called the ancestral garden, and there are still many monks who stay there.

Some are old monks who are reluctant to leave the ancient temple and miss the old. Some are for the sake of one of the four murderers in the three-body Buddha hall who were suppressed by the ancestor himself two hundred years ago, gluttony.

Tonight is destined to be an uneven night.

The torrential rain washed away the plank road of the ancient temple of the Hanging Temple.

The plank road extends down from the ancient temple, and when you look down, in the rainstorm, it is a temple that is difficult to count at a glance.

Those temples hollowed out cliffs, built by relying on the mountain, although they look precarious, but in the end they are from the hands of famous artists, and the ancient temple is located for two hundred years, and it is still intact.

Some people brave the rain to go up the mountain, and they take the plank road.

In such a heavy rain, the monks all hid in the temple to avoid the rain, and no one braved the rain to look at the mountain, so the person who went up the mountain kept walking from the foot of the cliff to the cliff in the air, and no one found his figure.

The rainstorm is continuous, there is only the sound of rain between heaven and earth, and the back of the mountaineering looks lonely and lonely, but the person is just one step at a time, not looking left or right, just looking at the plank road in front of him, as if admiring a priceless art treasure.

The rain soaked him through.

Clothed in rain, he trekked steadily, passing through one temple after another, and no one noticed him going up the mountain, even in front of a temple, the great monk who yawned and listened to the rain in the middle of the night, like a ghost.

Further on, there is the three-body Buddha hall.

He didn't know how long he had been gone, maybe it was a long time, maybe it was only a short moment, he didn't know it, he had forgotten himself.

The door of the three-body Buddha hall was open, as if the people inside knew that someone was visiting tonight, so they deliberately did not close the door.

The little monk guarding the door happened to be absent tonight.

The people who go up the mountain on a rainy night stand in front of the door of the three-body Buddha hall, the wind on the cliff is very strong, blowing the heavy rain and the whole temple door is wet, and the inside of the temple door is rainwater, and it accumulates a shallow layer.

The man paused for a moment, then walked into the main hall with his feet raised.

The Buddha hall in the middle of the night, so quiet that only the sound of wind and rain fills the hall, the ever-bright lamp in the Buddha hall is on, the huge Buddha hall, there is only one settled old monk meditating and chanting in front of the three-body Buddha statue, and the visit of that person seems to be unaware.

When the man entered the Buddha hall, he didn't say a word, but stood in the Buddha hall with a body of rainwater, and a puddle of rain soon gathered under his feet.

The old monk is still chanting.

After a long time, the rain on the people who had gone up the mountain was almost dry.

"You're here. The old monk opened his eyes, and in the thick wrinkles, those eyes were cloudy, but when he looked closely, he gave people a bottomless feeling.

"I'm coming. The man said.

"Looks like you've got that thing. The old monk said.

"I got it. The man said.

"It seems that he failed to stop you. The old monk said, "You killed him?"

"You think I can kill him?" the man asked.

"Yes. The old monk thought for a moment and said, "You can't kill him, but he can't kill you." ”

"The era that he ended with his own hands should have belonged to him, and he couldn't complain. The man said, "And I'm just taking back what is rightfully mine." ”

"Everything in this world is a sound in the ears and a color in the eyes. The old monk said, "There is no established master for everything, and there is no established number of lives, so why does it belong to you?"

"I'm not here to listen to you. The man said, "I have heard so much that I have grown tired of it." ”

"You're wrong. The old monk said, "I'm not talking about the truth, it's the Buddha's principle." ”

"Say whatever you want. The man didn't care.

"You want to take the gluttony?" the old monk asked him after a moment of silence.

"If you already know, why ask?" said the man.

"But you know, I won't let you take the gluttony away. The old monk said.

"Can you stop me?" said the man, "a hundred years ago, my brother couldn't stop me, and a hundred years later, you can't." ”

"Your senior brother is too obsessed after all. The old monk sighed, "What kind of person is Jianzi Wang Zhizhi? Although he lost to Li Muzhi, after all, he is a person who has ascended to the sky, and it is not surprising to lose to him." ”

"Why mention it?" said the man, looking at the old monk's back, and just asked, "You really don't want to give it?"

"I really don't give it. The old monk said.

"Well, offended. The man said.

The wind of the cliff poured into the three-body Buddha hall, the torrential rain was like a note, and there was a sudden thunder on Guangcheng Mountain, and the purple lightning flashed wildly, shaking the hearts of many monks in the Hanging Temple.

Suddenly, the monks of the ancient temple only felt that the whole mountain was trembling, and they were frightened, and they rushed out of the door, but they saw someone on the mountain flying upside down from the three-body Buddha hall, only to hear a loud bang, and the ancient Buddha hall that stood on the cliff for more than 200 years was shattered.

"Boom !——"

A fierce aura came out from the three-body Buddha hall, and instantly filled the entire Guangcheng Mountain.

"Gluttony?!" The monks of the ancient temple sensed that breath, and their faces changed drastically.

"Uncle Shi?!" But before they rushed to the three-body Buddha hall to check the situation, some monks had sharp eyes, and saw that the figure that flew out of the Buddha hall turned out to be Zen Master Huitong.

"Roaring !——"

An angry roar came from the shattered Buddha hall, full of violence and rage.

Someone is subduing the ancient beast.

The golden light in the sky was dazzling, and the old monk folded his hands, turned into six golden people, ascended to the sky, and glared angrily at the man in the wreckage of the Buddha hall, "Come! This cause and effect will be concluded today!"