"Bang!"

"Bell Block!"

The Spectre Sword collided with the wingbones of the blood-colored bat, making a metallic clang, and sparks flew everywhere. Although these blood-colored bats were only the size of a palm, their strength was very strong, each of them was comparable to the first-class Innate Realm level, and a few dark red ones had even reached the quasi-overlord level.

Ye Xing was very glad that he reacted quickly and closed the stone door, otherwise he would not be facing the dozens of blood-colored bats in front of him, but the hundreds and even more blood-colored bats in the tomb.

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

"Qingyun Sword Technique" is extremely powerful and unpredictable. The sword level of the Great Perfection Realm is even more terrifying in Ye Xing's hands, and every time he uses his sword, he can basically stab a blood-colored bat to death with incomparable accuracy.

At the same time as performing the "Qingyun Sword Technique", Ye Xing even held up a layer of golden bell jars of Buddhism, and the scriptures around his body surged, surrounding Ye Xing in a circle, exuding brilliant golden light, and the surface of the scriptures was burning with blazing Jiuyang True Fire. As soon as the blood-colored bat approached the Nine Yang True Fire on the scriptures, it would be scorched and squeaked and screamed in pain.

Ye Xing used the Golden Bell Jar of Buddhism as a defense, and the "Qingyun Sword Technique" as an offensive means. As time passed, one after another blood-colored bats were killed and shot to the ground.

In about half a pillar of incense, dozens of blood-colored bats had already been killed by Ye Xing.

There was a pungent smell of blood in the entire passage, Ye Xing's eyes were full of palpitations, looking at the black stone door in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran towards the outside of the passage.

"This underground tomb is too dangerous, God knows what terrible things will come out, I have to get out of here quickly!"

After the life-and-death struggle just now, after walking around in front of the Ghost Gate, Ye Xing didn't want to take risks anymore, he just wanted to escape from this gloomy ancient tomb as soon as possible.

The passage was dim and long, Ye Xing stepped on the Demon Heaven eight steps, and his body turned into afterimages like a ghost, and he approached the entrance of the cave after a while. The entrance of the cave has outside light input, which is quite bright.

Suddenly, Ye Xing's figure suddenly stopped, and his eyes looked at the stone steps at the entrance of the cave.

I saw a figure lying on the stone steps, it was a bald monk in a robe, covered in blood. The monk's chest had a fist-sized blood hole, as if his heart had been hollowed out, and the whole person was dying, with more breath and less breath.

"Abbot of the Empty Clouds!"

Ye Xing's face changed suddenly, and he immediately stepped forward quickly, helped Abbot Kongyun up from the ground, and then quickly urged Lei Xin Chunmu to help Abbot Kongyun heal his injuries.

With Ye Xing's help, Abbot Kongyun gradually regained a trace of strength, but his vitality was still passing rapidly.

"Amitabha, thank you...... Lord Ye Shi, it's just an old man...... I'm afraid that the injury is powerless......" Abbot Kongyun said with a pale face and extremely weak.

"Abbot, what's the situation in the outside world now, ...... your injury" Ye Xing looked at the red blood stains on the body of the abbot of Kongyun, especially the blood hole in his chest, his heart was hollowed out, and he was indeed powerless to return to the sky, and the methods of the attacker could be described as extremely vicious.

"Havoc...... Martial Arts Catastrophe ......" Shaolin Temple Abbot Master Kongyun sighed sadly, looked at Ye Xing, and muttered: "The Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng, the Western Zhou Emperor Emperor Fu Xiongtu, and Nangong Invincible and others colluded with the Moon Worship Cult and suddenly attacked the killers, Lao Qu and Qingyang Dao Leader were all seriously injured, and the entire Martial Arts Alliance fell apart and was slaughtered...... Finished...... Martial Arts Catastrophe ......"

"Sure enough, it's the four of them!" Ye Xing's eyes flickered coldly.

"The ambition of the wolf son of the Rising Sun Dongsheng and others, in order to carve up the martial arts, did not hesitate to collude with the Moon Worship Sect, and secretly planned for decades, and now they are suddenly in trouble, and the entire martial arts will probably be ruined!" The abbot of Kongyun said in a deep voice: "Among the top supremes, the Emperor of Donghua and the Lord of the Youyue Palace have fallen one after another, and the old man will not escape death today, and the life and death of the Qingyang Daoist are even more uncertain. Looking at the martial arts, the only one who can compete with the level of the Moon Worship Sect Master and the Rising Sun Dongsheng is Ye City Lord, and the old man hopes that Ye City Lord can pick up this burden and unite with other righteous people to resist the Rising Sun Dongsheng and them. ”

"Abbot, don't worry, I won't let them succeed!" Ye Xing said in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, with the words of the city lord Ye, such an old man is dumbfounded. The abbot of Kongyun folded his hands and shouted the Buddha's name, and the scriptures around him floated, and suddenly a raging flame burned.

"Abbot Kongyun, you are-" Ye Xing's face was shocked.

"Amitabha, the golden body of the Ye City Lord has reached the peak of the horizontal training overlord, and the relics after the death of the useless body of the old man may be able to help the Ye City Lord!"

The abbot of Kongyun had a peaceful face, his hands folded, his eyes closed and his knees crossed, and he recited obscure ancient scriptures in his mouth. The whole person was completely enveloped in the Buddha fire, and the red golden flames burned in the dim cave.

Half an hour later, the Buddha fire gradually dissipated, and the abbot of Kongyun passed away completely, leaving only the ashes of a place and a Buddhist relic condensed from a lifetime of cultivation.

The finger-sized relics were suspended in mid-air, emitting a brilliant golden light.

After putting the ashes of the abbot of Kongyun into the jade bottle, looking at the golden relic in front of him, Ye Xing's mood was very heavy.

Because this relic is not an ordinary relic, it is a heavy responsibility!

Wuliang Mountain Shaolin Temple has always been the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, and the abbot Master Kongyun assumes the responsibility of the leader of the righteous path, like the needle of the sea god, sheltering the stability and tranquility of the martial arts. However, now that a generation of eminent monks has fallen and passed away, without this deterrent, many petty treacherous evils will definitely be ready to move, not to mention that there are also Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng and others who have caused trouble in the Central Plains, there is no doubt that the entire Wulin Continent will definitely fall into a turbulent era in the future.

Ye Xing sighed slightly, and took Master Kongyun's relics into his palm. Maybe the road after that will not be easy, but Ye Xing must go on. Whether it was for his own Baiyun City or for the righteous path of martial arts, Ye Xing had to find a way to eradicate the conspiracy of the Holy Fire Sect Leader Rising Sun Dongsheng and others.

Since he took over this responsibility, Ye Xing immediately did not pretentiously, and began to urge the divine skill "Nine Turns of the Golden Body" to absorb the energy in the Buddhist relics.

The relics are extremely precious treasures, not all monks and monks can stay after their death, only the monks who have condensed the golden body treasure body and have a deep knowledge of the Buddhist scriptures are qualified to condense the Buddhist relics after the death.

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Kongyun left behind the energy essence contained in this Buddhist relic can be described as extremely terrifying, completely surpassing the relics condensed by ordinary monks.