A fourth-level ability is comparable to the existence of a martial artist.

Moreover, the attack power of the supernatural is more varied, unless it is an ancient martial artist who cultivates advanced martial arts, otherwise, it is difficult to compete with the supernatural in the same realm.

Of course, ancient martial artists who can cultivate to the point of transforming strength basically have one or two tricks.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, one-on-one heads-up, most of them are ancient warriors who defeat the abilities.

The body of the warrior monk was cut into dozens of pieces, and then it was covered in flames and fell to the ground.

The eight fourth-level abilities had indifferent expressions, and they all raised their heads and looked at the more than thirty masters outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Senior Brother Rufeng!"

"Kill, kill them all!"

"The Buddha has angry eyes and King Kong, today, the old man is going to subdue the demon and subdue the demon!!"

Seeing the Rufeng Warrior Monk being brutally killed by eight fourth-level abilities, those Strength Warrior Monks couldn't help it, their faces were hideous, and their eyes flashed with hatred.

"Give me all calm!"

A deafening roar sounded, and a look of grief appeared on Master Rufa's face, his face turned red, and he grabbed a warrior monk who was about to rush out on the side, and roared in a low voice: "Senior Brother Rubo, calm down! If you all die, what will happen to Shaolin Temple?"

"Senior Brother Abbot, are you just going to let us watch our fellow disciples being killed?"

"Senior Brother Abbot, what are you waiting for? Even if we die, we will die with dignity!"

"That's right, he Li Demon King can kill us, but he can't destroy our Buddha heart!"

The miserable cries echoed throughout the Shaolin Temple, the flames rolled, and the temple collapsed, as if the end had come.

Calamity, a thousand years of calamity!

Master Rufa's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the collapsed temples around him, and the cries for help of his fellow disciples echoed in his ears.

"Master, why haven't you come out yet!" Master Rufa turned around suddenly, looked in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, knelt on his knees, and hit his head heavily on the ground, "Master, the catastrophe of Shaolin Temple has arrived, why haven't you shown up yet?"

"Master?"

"Senior Brother Rufa, who are you talking about?"

More than thirty warrior monks looked at the Rufa Master who was kneeling on the ground.

"It's Nian Long Master!"

"Nian Long Ancestor, known as the first monk of the millennium?"

"How is it possible? Nianlong Master Ancestor is a peerless monk more than 600 years ago, how can he still be alive?"

"The congenital strongest, it must be the congenital strongest, that's right, it must be like this, when the sky changes, the momentum that erupts from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion ......"

"Boom!"

Bursts of deafening crashing sounds rang out constantly.

More than 200 members of the Yama Temple, like the god of death, harvested the lives of the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple.

Bata and Mocha stood on top of a tower, listening to the constant screams in their ears and the raging fire in all directions.

"Bata, how could Emperor Yan suddenly want to make a move against the Shaolin Temple?" Mocha said with a pale face and tired eyes.

"Emperor Yan's thoughts, how can I guess it!" Bata smiled bitterly and said, "Mocha, Emperor Yan, this person, I am getting more and more unable to see through!"

"There is an old saying in Huaxia that a companion is like a tiger, but I feel that Emperor Yan is more terrifying than his monarch and tiger!"

"Hey!"

Bata let out a long sigh and said, "Let's talk less about Emperor Yan's affairs in private, I even think that our discussion will fall into Emperor Yan's ears word for word!"

"It can't be so evil, right?" said this, and Mocha felt cold all over, and his face turned even paler.

"By the way, Emperor Yan has an order, let everyone not destroy the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, you have to keep an eye on this matter!"

"I had already ordered it to go down!"

"I'm still a little worried!" With that, Bata jumped from the pagoda, his figure swept and shot in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion.

Looking at the back of Bata leaving, Mocha sat on the ground with his ass on his shoulder, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and his lips purple.

Mocha was seriously injured, and when he exploded the finger of the monk Ci Fei, he almost shattered his sea of consciousness, and then he was kicked out by Li Ling, and several of his heart veins were broken.

His lips were blue and fluttering, and a look of fear appeared in Mocha's eyes, and he kept chanting the words of the mysteries, and the sea of supernatural abilities kept rolling.

"Take this elixir!"

Suddenly, Li Ling's cold voice sounded in Mocha's ears, and a jade bottle fell into his arms.

Mocha jerked his head up and looked at the figure with his back to him, his voice trembling, "Emperor Yan!"

"Take the pill and then talk about it, your injuries are very serious!"

"Yes!"

Pulling the lid of the jade bottle, a touch of medicinal fragrance permeated the air, making Mocha's eyes light up.

"This elixir?" poured out a pill glowing with purple light, Mocha's heart was shocked, just by inhaling the medicinal incense, he felt that the ability in his body slowly recovered.

No longer hesitating, Mocha swallowed the Mixed Yang Pill in one gulp, meditated cross-legged, and repaired most of the shattered sea of consciousness.

Li Ling's eyes were calm, looking at the picture outside like the end of the world, the Shaolin Temple, which was prosperous and prosperous in the past, was now in ruins, and the monks fell in a pool of blood.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Li Ling is now a little skeptical, whether he is doing this right.

Closing his eyes, his chest rose and fell violently, Li Ling whispered to himself, "I'm not wrong, if I don't do this, in a few years, more people will die!"

"The Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts World must be unified, and I want to create an indestructible order, even if I die, this order will maintain the Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists. ”

Li Ling told himself over and over again in his heart that he was not wrong, this was the general trend, and the general trend could not be stopped.

"If you don't be ruthless now, you're digging your own grave. Just like Premier Zhou back then, he thought of kindness and let go of the island country. As a result, several decades later, the island nation is once again worried about China! It takes seven inches to fight a snake, and it is necessary to eradicate a murder to the roots! In order to keep more people alive and for the continuation of life, sacrifice is inevitable!"

However, no matter what reason Li Ling used to convince himself, he felt that his methods were too extreme.

In the sea of consciousness, the amber-like dream seed seedlings are constantly swaying, and at their roots, three pale colors are constantly blending.

The demonic nature, demonic nature, and Buddha nature are untraceable, affecting Li Ling's state of mind.

Of course, this kind of influence is on the premise that Li Ling already has this idea.

Demonic nature and demonic nature are just expanding this idea a little.

At the same time, in the courtyard of Zhangyi, the sloppy Taoist sat in the meditation room, his expression was calm, listening to the sound of killing outside.

"Martial arts catastrophe!"

With a long sigh, the sloppy Taoist slowly got up, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, bent over, and opened the door of the meditation room, which had been broken for the most part.

"There are also ancient warriors here!"

"Kill!"

"Hehe, this old man will be handed over to you, I don't want to get my hands dirty!"

Listening to the ridicule in his ears, the sloppy Taoist raised his eyelids, and a heart-stopping brilliance erupted from those cloudy eyes.