The night was dark, and on the top of the mountain thirty miles away, the Hundred Losses Daoist flew over and fell to the ground with a bang.

He staggered to the ground, his breath scattered, and coughed twice and coughed up a large mouthful of blood. Monk Jueyuan's Jiuyang Divine Skill is his nemesis, if it weren't for Jueyuan's lack of martial arts, if it weren't for the fact that there were not many other than 100 losses, it was more internal strength, if it weren't for the fact that this blue-black weird cold qi was very lethal, he really didn't dare to find Jueyuan's stubble. was smashed on his body by two large iron buckets, and the Daoist only felt five labors and three injuries, and a few bones seemed to be broken.

There were more than twenty people standing on this hill, all of them silent, and the aura of each one was not weak. More than 20 pairs of eyes emitted light in the darkness, like a fierce wolf that chooses people to devour. When they saw the wolf bèi, although they did not speak, there was schadenfreude and hostility in their eyes.

As peripheral members of the Immortal Celestial God Sect, they are ranked by victory or defeat and merit, and treatment is determined by ranking. The higher the ranking, the better the treatment, and under the naked-naked law of the jungle, these people are very ferocious and penetrate deep into the bone marrow. However, although he was injured by the Jiuyang Divine Skill, the Hundred Damage Dao people didn't care about the rest of the people.

There was only one person who made him feel jealous.

It was a man with a terrifying copper mask on his face, tall and strong. I can't see his appearance, and it's even difficult to judge his age, and it's all mysterious. But even the hooded monster who rescued himself, and the leader of the peripheral organization who had the power to transfer the Mongolian army, were extremely respectful and humble to this masked man.

This masked man is actually the top boss of the hooded monster, and it is the official sacrifice of the Immortal Celestial God Cult. Formal sacrifices don't sound like much. But you must know that the Immortal Celestial God Sect only has a total of seven regular sacrifices. Any one of them has a higher status than the feudal officials. The official who went to Jingshan to find Guo Shoujing was as obedient as a puppy in front of this copper sacrifice, and he was really powerful.

At first glance, the man was playing with a finger in his hand. It was the finger of the laughing monk.

"Shaolin is worthy of being the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, and it is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which cannot be underestimated. If it weren't for the fact that they seemed to have been defeated and wounded not long ago, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly tonight. The voice came through the mask, putting on a dull echo. It sounds inexplicably oppressive. The copper priest looked at the fingers in his hand: "One finger Zen? is good, it is worth collecting." ”

"My lord," the hooded man came from afar, bowed and responded, "Everything has been packed up, and most of the scriptures in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion have been snatched." Everything else is all right. It's just that 'that thing' has not been found, and the silver priest and the old monk have not yet returned. Excuse me, my lord, should I go to the rescue?"

"No, I don't. The copper sacrifice was very calm: "The old monk Gong Gong participated in the creation, unpredictable, Shaolin thought he was the strongest, and the stone would be on him." But after all, he has not much to live and his days are about to run out. There is a silver sacrifice to make a move, even if it can't win quickly. The protracted war dragged on and dragged to death. I'll wait and return first, and after the silver sacrifice kills the enemy and captures the stone, I will return to the Immortal Heaven. Moreover. If you wait for miscellaneous fish, you can't interfere at all, so what's the use of going. ”

He spoke very politely, because he didn't need to be too polite, and no one in these twenty people dared to say anything. The periphery, in the final analysis, is the Toucheng faction. It's a character who has to bow his head.

But the Baiyi Daoist suddenly opened his mouth in a dark voice: "Miscellaneous fish, hmph, don't put the old man in the same column with them!"

"Oh. Do you have the courage to talk back?" the copper priest looked at the hundred damaged Taoist twice, but he was not angry. Instead, he nodded: "Well, you can fight with that monk without falling behind, you are okay." Therefore, the crime of smearing blood and leaving words in the Shaolin compound without authorization can be forgiven. ”

"If it weren't for being disturbed at a critical moment, it would be easy for the old man to kill the monk!" He happened to loosen the pass that day, and he was trying to break through, which was really the most critical moment. Unexpectedly, Yang Qi smashed a door board into the house and smashed everything. was even beaten, seriously injured, and forcibly caused to go mad, and the previous martial arts were almost completely useless.

If it weren't for that, how could he voluntarily change his name to Baiyi.

But the blessings and blessings came, and the blessings and misfortunes depended, and after going mad, he had this dead blue-black power, which made him see a further dawn. Once all of his exaggerated internal forces were transformed into blue-black powers, he was confident that he could run rampant in the world. When the time comes, a big cyan handprint will be shot out, and it will be the eighteen palms of the dragon descending that are known as the first fierce, and they may not be his opponents.

And there are conditions for cultivating this blue-black power.

He had to rely on the Immortal Celestial God Cult to meet this condition.

"I want women, I want women to practice. The Baiyi Daoist went straight and unabashedly: "As long as you give me a woman, I can kill anyone you want to kill." ”

"How many women?"

"Nine hundred. There was a chilling poison in the voice of the Hundred Damaged Daoists, which made the other twenty people look sideways: "Nine hundred women, they will suffer the extreme torture and endless pain in the world, and they will be completely destroyed, and then cut off their heads and give them to me." The old man only had a head, and nothing else—at least nine hundred. ”

"As long as you are faithful to the Guardian and serve the Great Khan wholeheartedly, the head of a two-legged sheep will not be nine hundred, even nine thousand, ninety thousand. The bronze sacrifice was untouched, and his tone was flat, as if the discussion was not at all a matter that would destroy humanity. Behind the grotesque and terrifying mask, a pair of eyes gave a terrifying cold light: "As long as you, you really have this value." ”

"Value?" Hearing this, the Hundred Losses Daoist did not immediately start to show loyalty as the Central Plains people were used to, but suddenly raised his right palm. Hula, the wind gathered, and the immeasurable power was condensed on his palm, and one right hand immediately became blue and black and obscure, and the breath was terrifying.

The rest of the people immediately became nervously on guard, only the bronze priest watched quietly, but his eyes were brighter and sharper.

"Hmph!" the Hundred Loss Daoist first sneered at the others, and then slapped his palm to the ground. There was a loud bang, and a large amount of mud and gravel mixed with tree roots and clods of earth flew in all directions as if they had been blasted. There was a bang, and almost everyone was splashed with mud and sand. These sand particles are extremely strong, and the rest of them have carried each other or dodged away.

When a qiē quieted down, they looked again. I saw that there was a huge palm print on the ground, which was no more than a foot in size. An ominous blue-black aura lingers in it, making people not want to get close to it. Everyone was shocked, and even the hooded man seemed to be a little shaken.

There is only a copper sacrifice, the posture is the same, and the eyes are the same: "You." What's the name? This palm, what is the name?"

"Hundred damage Dao people, Xuanming God Palm. ”

"Hundred Losses Daoist, Xuanming Divine Palm, okay, this seat remembers you. The copper priest nodded slightly: "How much do you want." Just as much as you want. ”

The perspective returns to the protagonist.

Burning Shaolin Mountain and destroying Shaolin Temple, this is a more shocking martial arts nuclear bomb from the death of a monk. Once the turmoil spreads, I am afraid that the world will be in chaos, and the impact will even spread overseas. To admit or not to admit. For the recklessness of the rivers and lakes under the uneven good and bad, Shaolin, as a decent titan, has indeed played a role in stabilizing and coordinating for a long time.

As soon as Shaolin was extinguished, the righteous path of martial arts was like a big tree suddenly missing for the shade, and all of them began to panic uncontrollably. Of course, at the same time, ambition is also uncontrollable. When the righteous path is attacked by Yanzhòng, the evil demon outer path will naturally usher in a prosperous era.

People of insight will certainly see the crisis in the destruction of Shaolin. The idea of dying lips and teeth will arise, and the heart of hatred and hatred will arise. But when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and there are many people who don't know it. The vast majority of people in the rivers and lakes are the type of "fuck it first".

Shaolin has fallen, and there are fewer crooked monks, just enough to make Lao Tzu feel refreshed as he wants! Such people are by no means rare.

- But these follow-up effects are not mentioned for the time being, because they have not yet occurred.

As the first witness to this martial arts incident, no one in the world began to investigate with a sense of crisis. Time is urgent. Everyone is racing against time to find clues. A fire turned Shaolin to scorched earth. But there are still many traces. After all, the number of participants in this battle was extremely large, and the impact was widespread. It's impossible to wipe all your butts clean.

Moreover, judging from the survey results, the person who started the attack even had a kind of arrogance of "even if Lao Tzu doesn't hide it". This way of acting, coupled with the movements of the Mongolian army, as well as various traces, speculates that the person who destroyed Shaolin is very likely to be the official force of Yuan and Mongolia, or at least deeply involved with the official.

According to the traces, it is speculated that not all the Shaolin monks died. Some were killed in battle, some were captured, and some escaped. The Tibetan Golden Pavilion was half moved and half burned, and burned down. The bottles and cans in the alchemy room were overturned and smashed countless times, and even more were swept away. In the entire Shaolin Temple building, only the stone tablet at the entrance of the mountain, and the Dadan furnace that is not afraid of fire have been completely preserved. The rest of the Buddha statues were completely destroyed and completely reduced to rubble.

Seeing the familiar grass and trees become like this, Zhang Junbao had tears in his eyes, kowtowed to the rubble a few times at the gate, and recited the scriptures for a long time.

According to Buddhist customs, monks are cremated after they sit down. Everyone helped, and together they took care of the aftermath of Jueyuan and Monk Xiao. The flames were rolling, the corpse turned to ashes, Zhang Junbao kowtowed a few more times, and recited the Sutra for a long time.

In this way, the day has passed. According to Ying Jianhua's report, the Mongolian army is not far away. An army of no more than 10,000 men approached with a menacing momentum, as if they were pulling a net to hunt for something. Especially the route to the south, it is guarded like an iron bucket, and every mouse has to be brushed with hair. As soon as there is anything wrong, he will immediately serve with a knife and show no mercy. They didn't find the person they were looking for, but they killed a lot of Zhao Song's spies and smuggling merchants who traveled back and forth across the border.

In this situation, it is no longer possible to stay in Songshan. Even if you are not afraid of rushing, you must think about the future. The two bosses immediately made a decision to move immediately and leave Fengdeng.

"To the west, quickly cross the weak point of the inventory line, make a detour and then go south. Yang Qi drew a line on the map, and finally clicked a dot somewhere: "It's really not good, so I'll go here first to avoid the limelight." ”

Everyone looked around, and the place Yang Qi was pointing to was Zhongnan Mountain.

Zhongnan Mountain, the tomb of the living dead, the secret book of the ancient tomb sect jade-female heart sutra. For this truly mutually beneficial male and female double-cultivation method, this practice that emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, water and fire, and spiritual communication, Yang Qi has been greedy for a long time. (To be continued)

ps: Note: The Hundred Losses Daoist is the master of the two elders of Xuanming in "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", and the founder of the Xuanming Divine Palm. If you carefully examine and speculate, the age difference between this book and the original book is thirty or forty years old. Let's think he lives a long time~~R466