Shi Wuzun was influenced by the Great Evil King and became a demon, and after becoming a demon, Shi Wuzun had no scruples and took the Sword Emperor in the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The Sword Emperor snorted coldly, and with a flick of the Zhengming knife in his hand, a silver-white sword qi flew out, heading towards the rushing Shi Wuzun.

Shi Wuzun's body jumped up, and while avoiding the sword qi, he grabbed the Buddha bead on his neck, held it in his hand, and turned it into black light and shot it out.

The sword emperor's sword qi slashed at a corner of the main hall, erasing a piece of this thousand-year-old temple.

"Break the love knife, break off the righteousness!"

Looking at the flying black light, the Sword Emperor stepped forward with his left leg, and the blade in his hand came out with his bare hands, spinning towards the Buddha beads of Shi Wuzun.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The Buddha beads in the hands of Shi Wuzun are numerous, with a total of one hundred and eight beads. The Sword Emperor's Fighting Knife is containing the invincible will and the determination of grace and righteousness, as soon as the two intersect, the Sword Emperor's Fighting Knife has the upper hand, although the Buddha beads seem to be endless, but from beginning to end they are stopped by the rotating broadsword, and one can not break through.

The Zhengming Knife kept flying in front of the Sword Emperor, and after stopping the Buddha beads, the direction of the flight suddenly turned, flying towards Shi Wuzun's head.

"Amitabha!" Shi Wuzun grabbed the Buddha statue in the main hall in his hand, and a golden demon pestle in front of the Buddha statue immediately flew into Shi Wuzun's hand.

Shi Wuzun took the demon slaying pestle with his right hand and danced a stick in front of him, and then slammed it to the ground.

"Boom Boom"

After the demon slaying pestle poked on the ground, it was like a remote control that detonated a bomb, and with Shi Wuzun's movements, countless black dots appeared on the ground, and then black pillars of light shot out violently from the ground.

The black pillars of light moved on the ground like lasers, converging with each other and staying in front of Shi Wuzun's body, forming a large black shield.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng"

The Fighting Knife spun and collided with the black shield, sparks flying out one after another, and the two sides were frozen in one place.

"Buddha" Shi Wuzun held the demon pestle in one hand, and folded his other hand on his chest to make a gesture of worship.

The black light around Shi Wuzun shone brightly, and he suddenly flicked the Zhengming Knife away, and then turned into a black Buddha with angry eyes behind Shi Wuzun.

"The Dharma is boundless!" Shi Wuzun bowed again, and the Buddha behind him moved instantly, and reached out to grab the Sword Emperor.

"Here comes the knife!" The Sword Emperor glanced at the Zhengming knife that was pierced on the beam, and stretched out his hand to suck back the Zhengming knife that flew to the beam.

"The knife of love, love is ruthless everywhere!" The Sword Emperor held the knife in his hand, and his body turned into a meteor and headed towards the Buddha's big hand. As for the attack of the Sword Emperor, the Buddha himself also rushed out from behind Shi Wuzun and grabbed the sharp edge exposed on the Zhengming Sword.

The two rays of light, one silver and one black, intersected, and the Sword Emperor and Shi Wuzun both turned their backs to each other, and no one looked back.

"Click"

The demon-slaying pestle in Shi Wuzun's hand clicked, and cracks continued to appear on the demon-slaying pestle. And with the rupture of the demon pestle, the black Buddha phantom also turned into nothingness with a clicking sound.

"How can you fight again when your weapons are useless! Hand over the Great Evil King, and I will spare your life today! The Sword Emperor turned around, and the sword in his hand buzzed.

"Amitabha!" Shi Wuzun chanted the Buddha's name in a loud voice, and the demon-slaying pestle in his hand full of cracks pointed at the Sword Emperor again.

"Kill!" The Sword Emperor let out a low shout, and his hands were tightly clenched on the hilt of the knife and slashed over.

Shi Wuzun pushed forward with both palms, and the demon slaying pestle in his hand was tightly attached to block the path of the sword qi.

"Boom"

The demon pestle turned into fragments and splashed around under the sword qi of the Sword Emperor, and Shi Wuzun was also smashed straight towards the Buddha statue by the sword qi.

Under the blow of the Sword Emperor, Shi Wuzun's body slammed into the Buddha statue, knocking the Buddha statue to pieces.

The temple in the mountain remembered the sound of the bell, and as the bell rang, a black serrated knife rose from the broken place of the Buddha statue little by little.

"The Great Evil King"

"The Great Evil King!"

Looking at the sawtooth knife that rose in mid-air, the name of the Great Evil King involuntarily appeared in the minds of everyone present.

The blade of this knife is covered with serrated teeth, and the blade seems to have been added with armor, which makes it look particularly hideous when compared to the Buddha statue.

"Shaolin is no longer Shaolin, and the evil king is also the Buddha king. My Buddha is merciful, Amitabha" Shi Wuzun looked up at this weapon that made Shaolin decline, gently stretched out his hand, and held it tightly in his hand.

"Boom!" As soon as Shi Wuzun grasped the Great Evil King, and after he held the Great Evil King, energy turbulence continued to rush out of his body, and all the tables, chairs and Buddha statues he passed along the way seemed to have become dilapidated after a thousand years of passing for a while.

"Pretending to be a ghost! Hurry up and fight with me! The Sword Emperor looked at the Great Evil King greedily, because the legend says that whoever holds this weapon will be endowed with unimaginable power by this weapon.

The Sword Emperor strode out, and at this moment he couldn't wait to take the Great Evil King in his hands.

"Fo Fei Fu, the devil is not the devil, now I am the only one who is me" Shi Wuzun looked down at the Great Evil King, then looked at the Sword Emperor who was striding towards him, and slowly raised his knife.

"Zheng"

The Sword Emperor strode forward, and Shi Wuzun also greeted the Great Evil King with his hand, and the two of them held weapons and swung them with a knife

"Click"

A soft sound came, and the sword in the Sword Emperor's hand was broken in two.

"Good sharp knife"

The Sword Emperor looked at the Great Evil King in Shi Wuzun's hands with obsession, and then his body twisted for a while, and it was divided into two in the puzzled eyes of the monks.

"Amitabha, my senior brother Shi Yongxin has entered the Western Bliss, and the monks are not going to accompany him soon!" Shi Wuzun looked at the monks who came up and smiled compassionately

"The Sword Emperor is dead!" With the death of the Sword Emperor, Qin Hui, who was far away in the Tianshan Mountains, suddenly frowned.

"Master" looked at Qin Hui's frowning brows, and Xu Fu on the side hurriedly stepped forward.

Qin Hui glanced at Xu Fu, and then his gaze shifted and placed it on the body of the second dream.

"Second dream" Qin Hui said in a deep voice, and called back the second dream that was whispering around Nie Feng.

"Uncle!" The second dream raised his head after hearing Qin Hui's call, still with an unknown look on his face.

"Your father, the Sword Emperor, just died in Shaolin!" Qin Hui did not hide the news of the death of the Sword Emperor, because the moment the Sword Emperor died in battle, the mark that Qin Hui left on the Sword Emperor disappeared, and thinking of the position of the Sword Emperor now, it was not difficult for Qin Hui to judge where the Sword Emperor died.

"My father died in Shaolin! How could this be! The second dream had a look of disbelief on his face, because Qin Hui had never been in contact with outsiders from beginning to end.

"Stand by my side, I'll take you to Shaolin!"

Qin Hui didn't explain to the second dream, the Great Evil King was determined to win, even if the Sword Emperor killed the Great Evil King, he still had to take it back in his hands.

With Qin Hui's words, Xu Fu was the first to stand by Qin Hui's side, followed by the Pig Emperor, Sword Saint, Xiongba, and Wu Invincible.

Nameless looked at Qin Hui a little inexplicably, he felt that Qin Hui must have said the wrong thing just now. The location of Shaolin is tens of thousands of miles away from the sky, and he must have heard it wrong.

"Brother Feng, nameless senior. Let's go over too, my uncle has the technique of instantaneous thousands of miles, and he can take us to Shaolin in an instant! ”

The second dream looked at the unknown foreheads of the nameless people and explained, and listening to the words of the second dream, although the nameless people still didn't believe it, they still instinctively walked to Qin Hui's side, carefully guarding against Qin Hui's sudden attack.

Everyone stood on Qin Hui's left and right, surrounding Qin Hui in the middle.

"Phantom moves, Songshan Shaolin Temple!" Qin Hui slowly raised her hand, and her indifferent words resounded in the ears of the middle man.

Heaven and earth were distorted, and the space channel created by magic had Qin Hui as a dot, constantly tearing apart the barrier of space.

Wu Wuyi and the others stared at Qin Hui without blinking, wanting to understand the mystery of his ability to teleport in a large area. And the nameless few who were moved by Qin Hui for the first time felt that their minds were swollen, and they had to exercise their strength to resist the weightlessness from their bodies.

The phantom movement was only an instant, and by the time everyone came back to their senses, the surrounding area had changed from snow-capped to an ancient temple on the mountain.

"What a heavy smell of blood!" After standing on the ground again, Nameless shook his swollen head and couldn't help but look up.

With everyone's eyes on the three big characters of Shaolin Temple, and at this time, the Shaolin Mountain Gate was wide open, and a strong smell of blood wafted out of the door.

"Run! Uncle He's crazy! ”

"Uncle don't kill me, don't kill me"

"Help! Help me! ”

Countless monks were shouting in the sky, and Qin Hui and the others looked out of the door, only to see a man in a red monk's robe holding a strange weapon in the temple at the moment, slashing and killing in the temple, and what came into his eyes was a picture of Shura hell.