"Speaking of which, you Shaolin owe me justice!" Lu Heng said, "You keep saying that I am the devil, so forget it." But you also posted a heroic post, calling on the whole martial arts to deal with me in the name of my upcoming attack on Shaolin. Dare to ask the abbot master, when did I say that I was going to attack the Shaolin Temple? ”

"Although the donor has not said it, it is an indisputable fact that you led many masters to Shaolin with great momentum." Zhen Xuan said indifferently.

Lu Heng pointed to the people behind him and said, "These people have practiced your Shaolin martial arts, but there are problems in each of them, and they come to Shaolin to seek a solution, is it wrong?" ”

"Amitabha, isn't this an obstacle created by Lord Zhou?"

"But I woke up and became a Buddha on the spot!" Lu Heng was confident, "I came out of the rivers and lakes again to make up for my mistakes and deal with hidden dangers for them." ”

"But the root of this matter is in Shaolin, I brought the victim to Shaolin for help, it's reasonable, right? As a martial arts faction, you Shaolin pay attention to compassion, shouldn't you help these poor people? Look at that Fu Gongzi, who washes his face with tears every day, how pitiful ......"

Fu Yunjun suddenly wanted to tear Lu Heng's mouth apart.

Zhenxuan was furious again, he had never seen such a brazen person!

If he could know five hundred years later, he would definitely know that Lu Heng's remarks had a proper term, called "moral kidnapping", which was actually a sharp weapon of the party, killing people without seeing blood.

"Amitabha, Shaolin can't do anything about this." Zhen Xuan's voice turned cold, "Master Zhou, Ming people don't say dark words, you came to Shaolin to try to plot the mental formula of Moron's internal strength, and I can't agree to this matter." This mental formula, even the brothers and sisters of the Moro Temple of this temple are not allowed to watch it at will, let alone give it to outsiders? ”

"Are rules more important than thousands of lives?" Lu Heng sighed and said bitterly: "Master, if you ignore life like this, you can't become a Buddha." ”

"What is the fate of the poor monk and Buddha, there is no need for the donor to worry about it." Zhenxuan's voice was even colder.

"The world is declining, and even the monks are indifferent and ruthless." Lu Heng sighed again, and asked the other Shaolin monks with compassion on his face: "Masters, the abbot of Zhenxuan has fallen into the devil, do you want to launch a rebellion to overthrow him?" ”

"Amitabha!" The Shaolin monks chanted the Buddha horn together.

"Hahaha......" Lu Heng suddenly laughed, "Since you are so uncompassionate, then don't blame me for coming hard!" ”

"It depends on whether Master Zhou has this ability!" Zhen Xuan said lightly.

"Huh." Lu Hengruo smiled meaningfully.

"The leader of the Eastern Alliance, as well as the leaders, do you know what kind of name Morone is for?" Lu Heng suddenly looked at Dongfang Bai, who had been watching coldly.

Without waiting for everyone to reply, Lu Heng introduced: "In the past, Moro crossed to the Central Plains and practiced two internal skills, one of which is the "Yijin Sutra", a scripture derived from seventy-two stunts, and achieved the Shaolin Temple. ”

"But the Yijin Sutra is only Moro's most basic kung fu, and his most powerful martial arts is another "Washing the Pulp Sutra". Once this skill is cultivated, the rebirth and regeneration are just idle, and Moro lived to be one hundred and fifty years old, all because of this skill. The so-called Morone Inner Gong is this "Washing the Marrow Sutra"! ”

When Lu Heng said this, he looked at everyone's expressions, smiled slightly and continued: "The "Washing the Marrow Sutra" has been lost for thousands of years, and because Shaolin only has mantras and mental methods, and there is no exercise line. Now that I have deduced most of the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", the leaders of the Eastern Alliance, are you interested in cooperating to destroy Shaolin together and snatch the heart formula? ”

"After the matter is completed, I will perform the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", and everyone in charge has a share, how about it?"

Every time Lu Heng said one more word, the faces of the Shaolin monks became ugly, and when Lu Heng finished speaking, all the monks glared at him angrily.

Dongfang Bai stared at Lu Heng for a while, and said coldly: "Where is the Heavenly Demon Qin?" ”

"Ruined!" Lu Hengdao.

He took out the Moro relics and shook them at Dongfangbai, "The leader of the Eastern Alliance is well-informed, should he know what this thing is?" ”

"Moro Sher!" Dongfang Bai's face changed greatly, "You really ruined the Heavenly Demon Qin?" ”

His expression was complex, with anger, relief, regret, and greed.

Everyone looked at Lu Heng in disbelief, they couldn't believe that Lu Heng had really ruined the Heavenly Demon Qin!

They are like a great enemy, and the Heavenly Demon Qin, which needs to gather the strength of the entire martial arts to deal with, the young man in front of him has solved it alone without a word!

They have coveted it for a long time, and they immediately got the invincible peerless murder weapon in the world, but in front of this young man, he was actually abandoned by him!

The shadow that had shrouded martial arts for decades was gone, which made them feel a sense of extreme unreal absurdity.

But the Mororelics fluctuated with a palpitating aura, which couldn't be faked, and they had to believe this fact.

Except for Huang Xuemei and Lu Lin, only Lu Heng himself knew about this matter, so even all the gangs of the Moro League looked at Lu Heng with a ghostly expression, not knowing whether to admire him or scold him.

That's the Heavenly Demon Qin that dominates the martial arts!

You take it to Shaolin, who can stop it?

But you ruined it!

However, because of this, the people of the Moro League had more confidence in Lu Heng.

Even the fierce man who can say that the Heavenly Demon Qin can be destroyed and destroyed, what else can't be done?

For a while, everyone present could not calm down for a long time, and the scene was silent.

Lu Heng's figure became more and more unfathomable.

"Amitabha!" The two high-ranking monks of Shaolin came out of the crowd and said to Lu Heng with a solemn face: "Master Zhou, the relics of the ancestor are not allowed to be desecrated, and please return them to our temple." ”

"Okay, take the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" mental formula and the "Yijin Sutra" in exchange." Lu Heng said casually.

"Give me the relics!" Dongfang Bai stared at Lu Heng's hand, "I'll cooperate with you!" ”

The faces of the Shaolin monks changed again, and they realized that the situation was far beyond their control.

However, this is not over, Lu Heng rushed to the wheel king Cao Feng Nunu who was not far away and said: "Hey, don't pretend to be dead, let's kill Shaolin together, otherwise you won't have your share!" ”

Cao Feng was silent for a moment and said, "I don't believe you. ”

"If you believe it, you may have it, if you don't believe it, you will never have it, you choose." Lu Heng smiled disdainfully.

Cao Feng stopped talking.

Zhen Xuan's heart was beating at the moment, and he felt the suffocation like a dark cloud.

He couldn't understand how it was originally a good situation for the heroes to fight against the demon fist, but how could it suddenly become a whole world attacking Shaolin Temple!

Dongfang Bai, Demon Fist, plus the power of Dongchang and the Blackstone Organization, were enough to completely destroy the Shaolin Temple.

How did a good demon extermination conference turn into a temple extermination crisis?

Zhen Xuan was drenched in cold sweat, and after looking at Lu Heng for a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Zhou, the poor monk is willing to bet on the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" and the "Yijin Sutra" as a bet, and gamble with the donor for three ......."

Lu Heng waved his hand impatiently: "Who has time to gamble with you?" If we don't hand over the cheats, we will rush up and destroy Shaolin! ”