Guo Ao jumped down from the high wall, and saw two black-clothed old monks looking at him with burning eyes. The rest of the monks were still sitting with their eyebrows bowed, motionless. The bodies of the two old monks trembled slightly in the cold wind, as if they could not overcome the severe cold of this autumn night.

Guo Ao said: "Guo Ao has been offended a lot, and now I have come to ask for sin, please ask the old Zen master to allow Guo Ao to do his part for Shaolin Temple." ”

The black-clothed old monk sighed and said, "Today is the day of Shaolin, and there is no one to be done, even if there is no donor, can Shaolin Temple avoid this disaster?" ”

Guo Ao no longer insisted and said, "The old Zen master stopped Guo Ao, what happened?" ”

The old monk didn't answer, and Ang Tian sighed: "Calamity! His gray beard trembled, causing his body to tremble violently, and he couldn't even sit still. The old monk took a few deep breaths, his sallow face gradually became a little ruddy, and his body settled. He said gloomily: "The donor just fought with the shrunken demon, the donor used a shocking swordsmanship, a sword slashed at him, but the demon didn't hide, only took out a flute to blow, the donor knows why?" ”

Guo Ao said: "The younger generation can't figure it out. The demon cult and demons act upside down and are unpredictable, and these strange behaviors do not need to be investigated. ”

The old monk shook his head and said, "You see there are more than thirty corpses standing there, do you know what they are?" ”

When Guo Ao turned his head to look, he saw that the more than 30 corpses were standing, saying that they were corpses, but they looked like sculptures. His sword aura was omnipresent, and he had already detected that those corpses had no temperature at all, and they had been dead for a long time. Some of the corpses had necrotic muscles, and it was feared that it would be two or three months before they died. Looking at the clothes on their bodies, it seems that they are the members of the Tianluo Sect, which is naturally the main force brought by Shangguan Hong to attack Shaolin. But since these people have long since died, what is Shangguan Hong doing with some dead people?

The old monk said: "These corpses, called the shadow of the secret demon, but it is a strange Gu cultivated by the demon sect, just after the demon used tricks to kill the two senior brothers of Kuzen and Kuqing, they were suddenly released, and I don't know what kind of poison it is, not even a shadow, in an instant, it killed more than 100 monks in Shaolin Temple." Seeing that it was not good, the old man led the monks of the bitter and ten generations to meet him, lured him into his body, and then trapped this poison with Tianlong Zen Gong, so as to save a little lifeline of Shaolin Temple. In addition to the two senior brothers who died, and several teachers and nephews of the Ten Directions and the Ten Sects, almost all the monks above the cross generation had such a poison planted in their human bodies. The poison was sinister and vicious, and the old man had never dared to be arrogant, but he could only try his best to suppress it, and the rest of the teachers and nephews were a little reluctant. ”

Guo Ao looked at it, and sure enough, several old monks lined up were sweating profusely, and a few of them couldn't help trembling, Guo Ao had already seen clearly at this time that the old monk was not unable to stand the wind and cold, but that something in his body seemed to be trying his best to get out!

The old monk said this intermittently, his body suddenly shook, he held his breath, his face was choked red, and he was almost out of breath, he hurriedly sealed his hands, protected his heart veins, reflected each other inside and outside, held his breath and meditated, and wanted to use the power of the Great Compassion Heavenly Dragon Secret Zen to suppress the abnormal movement in his body.

The old monk entered the temple in his childhood, and his Zen skills were exquisite and profound, and at this time, he did his best to do his work, and the slightest white qi on his body could not help overflowing, trembling and weakening, and finally slowly calmed down. The old monk let out a breath of turbidity, and his face relaxed. He took a few quick breaths, and although it was only for a moment, the old monk looked extremely tired.

Guo Ao said: "What can Guo Ao do for Shaolin Temple?" ”

The old Zen master's lips squirmed, and before he could speak, he suddenly heard a hoarse howl, and an old monk next to him suddenly stood up. His face was blood-red, his eyes bulging, and his two wizened arms were waving and clawing at his chest. He opened his mouth wide and tried to inhale, but something seemed to be stuck in his chest, and although he inhaled sharply, he couldn't get even a trace of air in. The old monk was so suffocated that his hands stuck his ribs, and the green tendons on his hands burst out, as if he wanted to tear the ribs apart, so that his heart and lungs could be directly exposed to the air and breathe as much as he wanted!

The black-clothed old monk hurriedly shouted, "He can't suppress the shadow of the secret demon, kill him!" ”

Guo Ao "brushed" and snapped the long sword. He looked at the old monk with gray eyebrows, and couldn't do it for a while. The old monk tore it a few times, his true qi was already trapped, his hands were weak, although his ribs rattled, he couldn't tear it apart, he was so anxious that he screamed, "bang bang bang" hit his head on the ground, as if he was going to break his head and breathe with his brain.

The black-clothed old monk shouted angrily: "Kill him! Otherwise, the shadow of the secret demon absorbs his essence and flies out, and no one can stop him! ”

Although Guo Ao didn't understand what was so terrible about the shadow of the secret demon, what could make the old monk of the bitter generation so scared must not be a good thing. The old monk who hit the ground was really pitiful, and after a while, a piece of his skull had been broken, and the pale pink brains had already flowed out. Even if no one kills him, he won't live long. Guo Ao gritted his teeth and shouted: "The world is suffering, liberation is pleasure, I will help you with this sword!" The cold light was empty and shrouded the old monk.

The old monk's whole body trembled, his eyes protruded most of them, and blood couldn't stop dripping from above, and he couldn't even see such a bright sword light. Guo Ao's sword blade urged, and instantly broke through his body, twisting the old monk into a muddy puddle of flesh.

His long sword broke through his body and pierced into the old monk's three-inch flesh and bones, and suddenly a buzzing sound came from the old monk's body and flew towards Guo Ao! The humming sound was dull and depressing, and it actually contained an inexplicable demonic power, as if the light of the stars picked up by the gods in the heavy sky could penetrate directly into the depths of people's hearts. Guo Ao's concentration was so deep, but as soon as this buzzing sounded, he couldn't help but feel his heart move. The humming sound was not pleasant, but the listener couldn't help but put down all thoughts and turn his ears away. The sound seems to be very close, right in the ear, and it seems to be far away, far away in the sky, and can erase the soul of a person at any time!

This is the feast of the Demon Lord of Hell, it is not something that can be heard in the human world, and it should not appear in the human world!

Guo Ao suddenly felt a tremor in his hand, and the buzzing sound actually went up against his sword, and a huge force hit his sword light like a sledgehammer, although it was formless and colorless, it shook his hands so much that he could barely hold the hilt of the sword! Guo Ao was taken aback, he shouted, and with twelve points of true qi, the long sword was like a flowing waterfall, and the heavenly river fell down, and rolled over on the ground.

The buzzing sound suddenly became extremely poignant, screaming sharply, and suddenly there was a loud sound, and it was completely strangled by Guo Ao and the corpse of the old monk! Although the hum was cut off, the faint aftershocks still seemed to reverberate in people's hearts, and they refused to disperse for a long time!

The night was dark, as if a huge black wing had opened, and slowly slid through everyone's hearts Guo Ao exhaled, he really didn't expect this shadow of the secret demon to be so terrifying! Suddenly, I saw that the bodies of several old monks around me suddenly trembled and intensified, as if there was also a shadow of a secret demon about to rush out of the body! Guo Ao's heart was shocked, just one Secret Demon Shadow had almost exhausted all of his strength, if four or five of them broke out of the cocoon at the same time, he was really not sure to intercept them all! It happened that Li Qingchou, who was proficient in poison at this time, was not there, and for a while, he really felt at a loss.

This kind of tremor seemed to be contagious, affecting more and more people, and in an instant, dozens of old monks sitting on the ground were all flushed, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably. Even the two black-clothed old monks couldn't help but change color slightly.

The black-clothed old monk hurriedly said: "The shadows of the secret demons are holding each other back, and they have already begun to attack!" Donor: Listen to me! ”

Guo Ao hurriedly took a step forward and listened attentively to what he said. The old monk reached into his arms, grabbed an object and threw it at Guo Ao, and said: "The donor took this thing to Wudang Mountain, and said that Shaolin Temple was in trouble, please Qingxu Dao Changnian for the sake of the martial arts lineage, and quickly send someone to rescue!" ”

Guo Ao grabbed it, but he didn't have time to look at it, he held it in his arms and shouted: "Zen master, what should you do!" What about this Shadow of the Secret Demon! ”

The black-clothed old monk smiled miserably and said, "What else can I do?" The old man and his nephews have already realized that they would rather be crushed to pieces and die with such monsters, than leave them in the world to harm the world again! ”

Guo Ao changed color and said: "No! "You must know that the black-clothed old monk is the only few people who have achieved the fruits of the word "bitter", and there are not many people in the "ten" generation, if there is only this last way to go, then after the shadow of the secret demon disappears, the senior monks of the "bitter" character and the "ten" generation of the Shaolin Temple are completely dead in this battle! Shaolin Temple can be said to be in a slump, and there is no longer the strength to compete for the world. For hundreds of years, Shaolin, Wudang, Emei and Emei have been standing in full swing, supporting the situation of the righteous path of martial arts.

The old monk smiled bitterly: "I also know that it can't, but what else can I do?" The donor quickly goes down the mountain, and the only way to survive in Shaolin Temple depends on whether the donor can move in before the Demon Sect and move in to save the soldiers! ”

Guo Ao knew that he couldn't, and he claimed to be a master of swordsmanship, but at this juncture, he was completely powerless. He raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful roar and rushed down the mountain! The black-clothed old monk's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and suddenly the bones in his whole body made a violent noise, bursting out with a sound like spring thunder. The trembling on the old monk's body was like a snake and insect stinging, and with the sound of roaring anger, it rolled from the heart of the dantian to the whole body in an instant. His body seemed to be completely paralyzed, and there was no longer any bone or flesh, and the shadow of the secret demon clashed back and forth in it, and suddenly his skin was bulging one by one, looking ugly and weird. Suddenly, the old monk shouted, his body exploded, and a bright red blood flower bloomed in the dark night, and the thick bloody aura instantly diffused everywhere!

The young monks next to him were all crying, and they couldn't help but kneel. The old monk only had two thin legs and feet, still maintaining a posture of sitting cross-legged, and the rest of the body turned into a fine blood mist, scattered all over the land of the Scripture Pavilion.

The bleak night wind, with the remnants of blood mist, drifted farther and farther away in the air. The way of heaven is faint, the stars and the moon are dark, and it seems that they are also changing color tragically for this human tribulation!

Although Guo Ao also heard the sorrowful voices of those monks, he knew that there was nothing he could do, so he could only grit his teeth and speed up and rush down the mountain!

The muffled sound of the Scripture Pavilion sounded incessantly, and the body of an old monk turned into a blood mist and erupted, and then blew away by the cold wind that was gradually blowing.

These stubborn and strong old people, although they have also been persistent, confused, angry, self-contained, and unreasonable for the reputation of Shaolin and the victory or defeat of the battle. However, in order to protect the sacred place of their hearts, in order to extend their faith to the last moment of their lives, they spilled blood on this prosperous and desolate monastery.

But the heavens and the earth were silent, and when they died, the bell was silent, and no one rang for them!

Guo Ao let out a loud and tragic roar, and flew down with his rapidly urging figure. He swore that no matter how much sacrifice he had to make, he would spread the news to Wudang Mountain, and he would stain Wudang Mountain with blood, and he would also invite Qingxu Zhenren to Shaolin Temple!

The younger monks of the Shaolin Temple witnessed the pillars of the temple turning into crimson blood mist in front of them one by one, and then steaming and dispersing.

What Western Elysium, what Eastern glass world, everything that this Buddhist scripture swears to say, is so far away in an instant. Their frightened eyes flashed with dazed frenzy, and they couldn't believe that these ordinary treasures and solemn ancestors, like the mainstays, had disappeared forever one after another, leaving only a series of dregs!

Amitabha Buddha, Amitayus Buddha, Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, the gods and Buddhas of the ten heavens and earths! Are they all blind to earplugs, and can no longer see or hear their suffering? Don't ignore it, is this irresistible demon calamity now?

Every tear shed, it was a desperate heart lying underneath, at this moment, there were no Buddhist scriptures, no fragrant flowers, no calm philosophical thoughts, and no smiling enlightenment. Some are just sour to numb dazedness and stinging vengeful rage!

Suddenly, a coquettish laughter resounded in this Shura-like scripture pavilion, and a bewitching green shadow appeared on the high wall of the precept courtyard. But it's Ning Wei.

Her charming eyes flashed with excitement, slowly swept over the bald heads of the monks, and said with a smile: "Shangguan Hong is really a fool, he can't use the shadow of the secret demon that I have worked so hard to cultivate!" Her face sank suddenly, she looked at the broken corpses on the ground, and sneered: "I wonder why the Shadow of the Secret Demon didn't respond to the White Bone Question Flute, it turned out that it was done to the old monks." Do you think that by fighting for your life, you can save these disciples? Hmph, without your wings, how can I see them standing up to my killer? ”

Hearing that the uncles and ancestors who tried their best to protect them were insulted by the witch in front of them, the monks of Shaolin Temple were furious together, and they heard someone say dumbly: "Fight with her!" Immediately, countless people shouted indiscriminately: "Fight with her!" "The master is dead, what face do we have to steal alive, fight with her!" "How can Shaolin Temple bow its head under the arrogance of such demons and fight with her!" For a while, these tidal buzzes gradually unified into a thunderous shout: "Fight with her!" "Fight with her!"

Ning Wei was unconscious, gently propped up her jade arm, held her snow cheeks, and said with a smile: "Very good!" But I wonder how the Shaolin Temple is going to fight with me today. She slowly stretched out her palm, and her five fingers lightly struck, as if she was plucking an invisible gonghou. The night wind was stirred by her true qi, and it whined like a flute in the wind. The voice was shrill and desolate, and it spread far away in the night. Songshan did not distinguish between good and evil, good and bad, and all the sounds were transmitted back, and in the empty Zen courtyard of Shaolin Temple, there were bursts of sound waves mixed with resounds.

The sound became clearer and clearer, faintly emitting layers of gurgling sounds, gradually from far and near, incomparably realistically swept from the mountain gate and the courtyard wall, and came from the lecture hall, the dining hall, and the incense soup kitchen, and suddenly stopped outside the precept courtyard.

This sudden and abnormal calmness turned into an invisible pressure, and the angry faces of the monks were filled with a little horror, and they involuntarily stopped talking and looked around with a panicked expression. Once the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes blow into this closed Zen temple for a hundred years, it will bring a thunderous earthquake, these monks have always been accustomed to fragrant flowers to meditate, where can they still stand the bitter wind and rain?

A huge silence resounded in the space, like Thor driving, roaring over everyone's heads. The silence of the magnificent death music danced with the suffocating god, and trampled everything in the world to the earth, so the depression swept in, and dipped in blood in the slaughterhouse of life.

Dead.

Countless heads suddenly poked out from the high wall of the precept courtyard, densely packed, like a night of spring breeze, and the pear blossoms of life bloomed calmly here. The heads are blue, white, purple, red, and flowery, but one is the same, and these heads are all triangular!

Viper!

Those poisonous snakes swept into the courtyard of the Shaolin Temple like an army led by the demon lord himself. Their ugly gaze seemed to have hidden reverence, staring motionlessly at these monks, who were said to be one of the Three Jewels, with infinite reverence in their eyes—a reverence that almost pounced on them and took a bite. They crouched silently, with only one head exposed, but the air was already open with a very light fragrance.

A monk's face changed color and said, "These snakes are poisonous!" ”

Ning Wei's beautiful eyes turned, and the sound of the wind roaring with ten fingers suddenly became rapid and sharp. As if they had received the order to march, the vipers all raised their bodies high and opened a colorful curtain on the high wall! The snake was more than four zhang long, and the short one was also one zhang, densely crowded, and there was almost no end as far as the eye could see. The monks of Shaolin Temple all changed color on their faces, and they never thought of a problem, that is, the Tianluo Sect didn't want to leave a living mouth at all!

A monk shouted, "There are too many snakes and insects, everyone retreat into the wooden alley, there is a mechanism there to defend against these beasts!" Fast! Fast! ”

The sound of the wind roared even more urgently, and those poisonous snakes all opened their fangs and roared angrily at the monks. The monks were in a big mess, crowding each other and retreating towards Muren Alley. Some far-sighted monks knew that such chaos had given the enemy the opportunity to attack, and they tried their best to restrain them at the moment, but all the monks were in a hurry to flee for their lives, but where could they restrain them? The more constrained, the more chaotic it becomes. In the chaos, countless colored lights jumped up in the night and swooped down on the monks!

The breeze blew through the heavy black clouds on the top of Shao Room, and the waning moon revealed a line, quietly shining on Ning Wei's body. She smiled slightly, her slender fingers caressing in the moonlight, as if plucking invisible strings. The lake-green dress fluttered in the wind on the high wall, and the silver bells on the skirt made a crisp crumbling sound. The clear moonlight dyed Ning Wei's whole body with a clear aura, which set off her peerless elegance.

The precept courtyard beneath her feet was in chaos, and countless poisonous snakes burrowed into the chaotic retreating crowd and couldn't stop biting. The screams, mixed with the sound of bones and blood breaking from time to time, are really scraping the bones and sucking the marrow, and the bones are terrifying! It's a pity that this silent meditation temple has become a Shura dojo in an instant, and hell is disguised!

Ning Wei still had a faint smile on her face, admiring this tragic picture. The viper, encouraged by her stringless voice, went even more insane. The big one swings its giant tail and knocks the monk down, and then pounces on it and rolls around until it crushes the bones of its prey; The waiting ones fell to the ground, waiting for an opportunity to jump up and bite the monk's heels, while the small ones drilled into the body from the seven orifices and ate the internal organs and brain marrow clean! Although the monks of Shaolin Temple have practiced martial arts since childhood, there are too many of these poisonous snakes, and they are endlessly killed, not to mention that each one is highly poisonous, and the throat is sealed with blood!

Some monks were drilled into the body by insects and snakes, the pain was unbearable, they were like crazy, they did not distinguish between the enemy and me, they took the Zen staff and killed indiscriminately, for a time the monks were both poisoned by snakes, and trampled on each other to kill, the corpses piled up like a mountain, and they were miserable. In just a moment, the screams around him had weakened more than half unconsciously.

Ning Wei's fingers continued to sound strings. The five-colored poisonous snakes are still converging here from all over the mountains.

"It's here!" There was a sudden cheer from the monks.

The remaining more than 100 people were covered in blood and finally came to the front of Muren Alley. Their eyes were filled with ecstasy, as if they saw hope for life again. Looking back at the bloodshed in front of the precept house, this short hundred steps away, what a lot of hardship, a lifetime of death!

Overjoyed, a monk reached out to push the secret door of Muren Alley.

Ning Wei was still standing on the high wall, as if she didn't want to stop them at all, her hair and clouds danced in the wind together, really like a witch in the heavens, occasionally descending to the earth.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from Woodman Alley!

A huge fireball slammed into the gate and struck at the monks. Rumbling, dust rolling and debris flying. The more than ten monks in front didn't have time to retreat, and they were blown to pieces in an instant!

The smoke gradually settled, but the smell of blood became thick again, hovering over the precept courtyard and not dissipating for a long time.

Muren Alley has collapsed in the explosion, and at the same time, there is the last bit of hope for Shaolin! The surviving monks were covered in blood, but their faces were as white as paper, and they didn't even have the strength to move.

There was a slight sound of footsteps.

Ling Baohe slowly walked out of the remnants of smoke and dust. His face was cold, and he held a pale cyan sword in his hand. The tip of the sword hangs. A cold glow slowly moved across the ground with his footsteps.

This faint cold light condensed the only remaining heat in the hearts of the Shaolin monks into ice. The Shaolin Temple, which has a thousand-year-old reputation, is now destroyed in the hands of three little-known young people of the Tianluo Sect! And where is the enemy behind the scenes?

Ning Wei stopped flicking the strings and smiled at Ling Baohe: "Oh, Ling Gong is also here, it seems that the sect leader is still not at ease with me." ”

Ling Baohe said indifferently: "These people are not worthy of my sword, and I invite Ning Xian to do this." ”

Ning Wei bowed and smiled: "Thank you Ling Gong for your success, in the future, the sect leader will reward him, so naturally he will not dare to forget Ling Gong." With a pluck, the long string sound sounded in the night sky again. The poisonous snake got the master's order, and immediately pounced on the dozens of monks in the courtyard as if it had seen blood......

After a long time, the hustle and bustle gradually subsided and became lonely. The lights on Shaomu Mountain were extinguished, and there was a dead air, and even the air was dull, but there was no longer the vitality of the morning bells and drums and Sanskrit soft singing.

Ling Baohe slowly walked to the front of the hall, looking up at the pale sky, his eyes were purple. He suddenly jumped up, like a giant crane, and gently descended to the top of the temple.

The blue light of the electricity tore through the sky that was about to break the dawn, the Qinghe sword roared, and the huge plaque of the golden characters of the Shaolin Temple's "Discipline Academy", together with the prestige of Shaolin's thousand-year-old leadership of martial arts, finally fell before the morning light of the next day, and the ground was shattered into dust!

At this time, Guo Ao converged Li Qingchou and Tie Hate, and sailed to Niutou.

At this time, a smile appeared on the corner of Chongxuan's mouth, and he slowly swallowed the last drop of wine.

At this time, at the door of the Wudang Tea House, the old man's huqin was sung, and the last note of the song was played, and then slowly put it away.

It's time for the song to end and sing again!