A bell sounded.

The zombies who leaned over to eat the warrior monks, all of them involuntarily stood up one after another due to the sound of this bell, and rushed towards the collapsed mountain gate.

The flying sword that slashed the Shaolin Mountain Gate turned into a gray mang, and returned in an instant, and disappeared after re-entering the back of the zombie group.

The Shaolin monks with a shocked and discolored face finally let the screaming zombies come back to their senses, and the group of warrior monks who rushed out just now were all bloodily fallen to the ground, and these monks were also completely aroused by their anger.

"Damn zombie monsters, they dare to attack the holy land of Buddhism and kill many monks, the poor monks are fighting for their lives today, and they will destroy you!"

The hot-tempered Luohan Hall was the first to take a step with a long stick, and took the lead in attacking those zombies.

The people who died just now were all disciples of his Luohan Hall, you must know how difficult it is for those warrior monks to cultivate, most of them have a master-apprentice relationship with him, and they are all gone at once, even the monks can't bear it.

The Buddha was angry, and he still destroyed the world, not to mention that he was a monk who was not yet a layman.

The fat body, but as agile as a cat and mouse, waved the long stick in his hand like the wind, striking a powerful wind, each blow fell on the heads of those zombies, and immediately shattered, and the foul-smelling gray-black goo flew everywhere.

After a while, there were many zombies ambushing under the stick of Wuyu, but they still couldn't suppress the anger that burst from Wuyu's eyes.

When the rest of the monks saw this, they only said a good word in their hearts, and they did not stop it, because these zombie monsters should be eliminated, that is, they have made the world so chaotic, and I don't know how many people have died at their hands, and they have sadly turned into monsters like them.

"Let's shoot together, we must not let them step in, otherwise the holy land of Buddhism will be destroyed from now on."

The colorless hands of the first seat of the Pranya Hall were folded, and then he took off a long knife with an ancient shape behind his back, two frost-white thick eyebrows were raised, and a fierce aura arose spontaneously from him.

The blade sweeps, and the moves are all fierce and vicious, all because the knife is not a good knife of Buddhism, but a Shura evil knife.

Shaolin has a stunt that is the Shura knife technique.

As soon as this knife came out, the knife aura was domineering, and the heads of those zombies were cut off one by one, like a sickle cutting wheat, and the ugly heads flew up, and then rolled to the ground, and those headless corpses fell one after another.

The two first seats shot one after another, and the rest of the monks no longer kept their hands, knowing the difficult situation at this time, only by killing these zombies could it be possible to save Shaolin.

So, they each performed their stunts and martial arts to shoot at the zombies that pounced.

Only the abbot had no thoughts, still standing in place and watching, there was a ghostly light in his eyes, and it disappeared after a few breaths.

"The master has already arrived, this is to see if the old man's methods are effective enough......"

As soon as Wu Nian thought about it, the monks who shot out there became abnormal.

First of all, the Dharma Protector Elders, almost none of them have reached the first-class level, and they fell down in pain one by one, but for some reason they felt that their internal forces could not be urged, as if they were imprisoned in the dantian.

Without internal force to urge, the power of martial arts moves was greatly reduced, and in the face of the natural threat of hordes of zombies, many were soon surrounded by zombies and knocked down, followed by another cruel scene......

The first seat of each courtyard and hall, but after the shot, the internal force urged for a while, and it was like a pool of stagnant water lying in the dantian, and no matter what, it could not be triggered at all.

This kind of change has left many of them at a loss and unable to figure out the reason.

I would never have thought that it was the abbot behind them who did it to them.

"It all worked."

Wu Nian whispered, and wanted to say something more, and the situation outside the mountain gate changed again.

A red shadow appeared unconsciously, holding a rattle with countless blood-colored runes engraved on the surface of his hand, and after he shook it gently, the zombies suddenly stopped moving, and froze in place.

The Shaolin monks, who were instantly deprived of the zombie attack, flashed their faces with some puzzlement, and then their eyes fell on the red shadow.

Only then did they look away, and the red shadow was gone. One of the nearest elders let out a very brief cry of panic.

The red shadow showed its form, and its body was shrouded in a layer of blood-colored aura that burned like flames, and the terrifying fluctuations spread out, and the monks and zombies who were still alive all had a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts under this fluctuation.

The Blood Demon Phantom appeared in front of him and swallowed the elder in one bite, and the phantom instantly solidified a little, revealing a rather satisfied look.

Glancing at the rest of the monks again, he immediately opened his mouth wider, and the real bloody mouth appeared, devouring several Shaolin elders at once.

Every time one more person is devoured, the Blood Demon Phantom will be condensed by one point, especially for men with strong flesh and blood and sufficient essence, that is more effective.

The monks in Shaolin practice a lot when they are young, and Yuanyang is not full of energy, which is suitable for the great supplement of blood demons.

Within a few breaths, the Dharma Protector Elder had been devoured by the Blood Demon Phantom.

Even the first seat of the Luohan Hall was about to speak out to avoid it, but it was not as fast as the Blood Demon Phantom's movements, and he still couldn't escape the fate of being devoured.

If his internal strength is imprisoned, how can he escape the clutches of the Blood Demon Phantom.

Then, a strange laughter resounded, but in the ears of the remaining monks, it was indescribably terrifying.

"What kind of demon is this!"

Colorless held a long knife in his hand, gasping and saying in a deep voice, his heart extremely nervous.

Just now he saw it with his own eyes, Wufu was swallowed alive by a hideous demon-like shadow, and completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

The first seat of the Heavenly King Hall also saw that scene clearly, and he was just about to open his mouth with a solemn face, when the blood light flashed in front of him, he lost consciousness.

Immediately, one by one, they were devoured, and none of them were spared.

These monks, who were originally strong in martial arts, died tragically because they couldn't exert their strength at all, and became the stomach of the Blood Demon Phantom.

The abbot watched everything without thinking, but he remained unmoved, as if it was not his senior brother who died, but someone who had nothing to do with him.

Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Colorless escaped a catastrophe by himself, and retreated in embarrassment, just seeing the indifferent abbot Wunian, looking at him indifferently.

"Senior Brother Abbot, you ......"

In response, there was a great handprint of compassion from Wu Nian, which struck Colorless on the shoulder, shaking it back, just crashing into the oncoming Blood Demon Phantom, the demon's mouth covering the Colorless, and quickly closing.

After the blood-colored phantom swallowed the colorless, there were no other monks present except for Wu Nian.

The figure is much more condensed than at the beginning, and he still shows an expression of enjoyment for this, and even glances at Wu Nian, with an interested look.

However, when the time for it to appear has come, it can only return to the red shadow unwillingly.

This red shadow is the blood slave.

It can be seen that the flame-like blood-colored aura on his body suddenly became stronger.

At the same time, a gray light swept up from the bottom of the mountain.

Zhou Zheng stepped on a gray sword and fell from the sky.