The Shaolin Temple was completely annihilated by the nuclear essence, and this incident caused a great shock in the ancient martial arts world of China, and even the high-level officials of Huaxia also sent people to investigate the matter.

However, Li Ling was like evaporating from the world, and no one knew where he was.

All of a sudden, the ancient martial arts world in China was surging, and everyone was in danger.

Northeast, Lieyang Gate!

Lieyangmen is a second-rate sect in the ancient martial arts world of China, and there are not many disciples in the door, but there are three martial artists who can transform into martial arts.

The scorching sun hangs high in the air, dispelling the cold of winter.

But inside the Lieyang Gate, all the disciples felt cold in their hearts.

Since Zhao Qingshan, the lord of Lieyangmen, died in South Africa, Zhao Bo, as Zhao Qingshan's only son and the elder brother of Lieyangmen, inherited the position of the master of the gate. As the new generation of Lieyangmen masters, Zhao Bo has great ambitions, and he hopes that Lieyangmen will become the next Taishan Beidou in the ancient martial arts world of China. But today, he regretted it very much, regretting why he took over Lieyangmen.

"Hey!"

With a long sigh, Zhao Bo looked up at the dozen or so disciples in the hall with a heavy heart.

"Sect Master, what should we do now?" a worried look appeared on a disciple's face, and he glanced at a pitch-black token in Zhao Bo's hand.

The token was pitch black as ink, and a hideous skull was carved on it, especially the eyes inlaid with sapphires, which looked extremely terrifying like ghost fire.

"Sect Master, our Lieyang Gate has been inherited for more than two hundred years, we can't just cut it off!" a gray-haired dark old man said with an indignant face.

"Uncle Tian, then you say, what should we do?" A trace of bitterness appeared on Zhao Bo's face, and he grabbed the Yama Order tightly with his right hand, and said: "As soon as the Yama Decree comes out, the ancient warriors must obey it, otherwise, the ghosts of the Yama Hall will not let us go!"

It has been three days since the fall of the Shaolin Temple.

In these three days, the Yama Order is like a talisman, but whenever it appears, it will definitely set off a bloody storm.

"Door master, it's not good!"

Suddenly, a young disciple rushed into the hall from outside with a frightened face, panting and shouting, "The little ghost is coming, the little ghost is coming!"

"What?" Zhao Bo's face changed drastically, "Where?"

All the Lieyang Sect disciples in the hall also had complicated expressions, and there was fear in their eyes.

"Da Da Da!"

Slow footsteps sounded from outside the hall, and a slender figure slowly walked into the hall.

The visitor was dressed in a navy blue robe, with a hideous black imp mask on his face, and a pair of cold eyes exposed.

Looking at the little ghost who walked into the hall, everyone gasped.

Little ghost, the life-seeking imp of the Yama Temple.

"Master Zhao, you have been receiving the Yama Order for twenty-four hours, have you made a decision?" the little ghost's voice was cold, and he swept his gaze and looked at Zhao Bo who was standing at the front.

Zhao Bo's face was complicated, he gritted his teeth, and met the little ghost's inquiring gaze, "Lieyang Gate is willing to obey the orders of the Yama Palace!"

"Okay, very good!" A satisfied smile appeared in the little ghost's eyes, turned around, strode towards the outside of the hall, and said, "Master Zhao, crush the Yama Luo Order, the gift inside will definitely satisfy you!"

Watching the little ghost stride away, the white-haired old man was unwilling, and looked at Zhao Bo, "Door Master, Lieyang Gate has been established for two hundred years, and you just gave it away?"

"Uncle Tian, if not, what do you want me to do? Bataimen, Hollow Cave Sect, Taixue Erquan Mountain, Baimu Sect... There were a total of nineteen ancient martial arts sects, and in three days, in just three days, nineteen ancient martial arts sects were destroyed by the Yama Palace. Zhao Bo's eyes were split, and his voice trembled, "Uncle Tian, you tell me, how is our Lieyang Sect compared to the nineteen ancient martial arts sects that were destroyed by the Yama Palace?"

Listening to Zhao Bo's questioning, the white-haired Uncle Tian was dumbfounded for a while.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Bo's face was gloomy, he looked at the Yan Luo Ling in his hand, and squeezed it suddenly.

"Bang!"

"What's, what is this?"

"My true qi is growing!"

"It's amazing!"

A look of astonishment appeared on Zhao Bo's face, and he looked at the starlight in his hand.

Yama Ling turned into a puff of starlight, filling the air. These starlights possess magical abilities to refine true qi and speed up the condensation of true qi!

"It is worthy of being the first person in the martial arts, and it is worthy of being the Yama Palace!" With this hand alone, Zhao Bo knew that the Lieyang Gate would never be the opponent of the Yama Palace.

At the same time, in the land of China, dozens of sects are experiencing a similar situation to the Lieyang Gate. Of course, there are also many sects that refuse to submit to the Yama Temple.

refused to surrender to the Yama Temple, and the end was all destroyed without exception.

When the Yama Hall subdued the Ancient Martial Realm Sect, the Jinyi Guard was also pursuing the immortal cultivators with all his might.

The door curtain sect is located in Qingchao Mountain of Dachao Lake.

Dozens of Jinyi guards dressed in camouflage uniforms, armed with energy weapons, surrounded a temple on Qingchao Mountain.

The leader is none other than the left-eyed spy Meng Wei.

Opposite Meng Wei, more than a dozen immortal cultivators looked frightened.

In this era, immortal cultivators are a little stronger than ordinary people, even a dark martial artist can sweep away this group of immortal cultivators.

"You, who are you?" asked a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with clear eyebrows and a trembling voice.

"What about Sect Master Bao Huo?" said Meng Wei with a cold expression.

"The Sect Master is not here!"

"Absent?"

Meng Wei's eyes narrowed, Bao Huo was the immortal cultivator that Li Ling named to take.

"Take it!"

"Yes!"

With an order, the brocade guard behind Meng Wei quickly stepped forward.

"You can't do that!"

"We didn't break the law, you can't arrest us!"

In the face of the wolf-like Jinyi Guard, this group of immortal cultivators had no power to resist at all.

Meng Wei's expression was calm, staring at the temple in the distance, and said coldly: "Blow up this temple!"

"Yes!" the three brocade guards walked swiftly, holding time bombs, and fired towards the temple.

"No, you can't blow it up!"

"You will be damned!"

Listening to Meng Wei's cold words, the group of immortal cultivators who were detained by the Jinyi Guard screamed miserably, and their eyes flashed with despair.

"Who dares to blow up my Sect Curtain Sect!" Suddenly, an angry roar sounded from afar.

A smile appeared on the corner of Meng Wei's mouth, his eyelids raised, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the voice sounded.

"It's the Sect Master!"

"The sect master is back, we are safe!"

Bao Huo's face was full of anger, staring at the dozens of Jinyi guards in camouflage uniforms and holding energy weapons in the distance, and said loudly, "Why are you detaining my disciples of the Sect Curtain Sect?"

"Just because we are Jinyiwei!"

"What?" Bao Huo's heart trembled, staring at Meng Wei with an indifferent expression, "My Sect Curtain Sect has not done anything to offend Jinyiwei!"

Looking at Bao Huo with a jealous face, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Meng Wei's mouth, and said, "Bao Huo, do you remember a young man you instructed in the capital a month ago?"

"Is it him?" Bao Huo's pupils contracted suddenly, and his face was filled with bitterness, "I knew it, I knew it was a disaster, and I regretted not being at the beginning!"