Chapter Ninety-Six: A Flash in the Pan

"The heart is ruthless enough!"

To tell the truth, he still didn't understand that Chen Zheng broke into the Shaolin Temple with dozens of elites and violently, and patted his ass and left after the whole army was annihilated, as if he had specially brought a group of people to death. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Let me do it very suspiciously, and I will never believe that Chen Zheng is untargeted, there must be a plot in it. It's just that Chen Zheng is too mysterious, no one knows his origin, and he can't figure it out if he wants to.

"Abbot!"

Seeing Chen Zheng leave, Fang Yuan reminded him, but he didn't expect Fang Zheng to wave his hand at him, sighed, and said, "Don't worry about him, save the wounded first!"

Leaving the Shaolin Temple, Chen Zheng was very happy. The purpose of weakening the Shaolin Temple this time has been achieved, I am afraid that everyone in the two realms of good and evil is still confused, and they don't understand what the purpose of their trip is.

They met Shen Yu in Dengfeng County, and the two headed towards Beiyi Mountain. In the first battle of Shaolin Temple, dozens of blood-clothed people died, and most of the subordinates who spent two years collecting and cultivating have been lost, and even Shen Yu couldn't figure out why, you must know that this group of blood-clothed disciples is the real elite. Once it was damaged in the Shaolin Temple, Chen Zheng had no one to use.

Beihu Mountain is still shrouded in a thin layer of white mist, and the birds are extinct, and there is no life. Between the ravines, the yin qi howls and cries, like a ghost domain.

"Recruit all the elite disciples from all the strongholds and lay out layers of levels, I want to play a big one. ā€

Shen Yu has one of the biggest advantages, that is, he never asks why. Chen Zheng explained the task, and he only needed to complete it with all his might.

The two of them stood on a small hillside, looking at the vast and unpopular Beihu Mountain, Chen Zheng suddenly asked, "How much jade have you collected?"

"There are already ten squares, one bucket for each party, a total of two hundred and fifty catties, all of which are high-grade Lantian jade. ā€

For Chen Zheng's various orders, the most incomprehensible thing for Shen Yu was to collect jade. Although he was very curious in his heart, he still couldn't help but ask.

Returning to Beiyu Mountain, Chen Zheng retreated and practiced again, figuring out martial arts every day to make it possible. He was short-lived in Shaolin Temple, and after leaving a rumor about him in the rivers and lakes, he soon disappeared. Except for a few people secretly inquiring about his whereabouts, no one cared where he was hiding or what conspiracy was being planned.

In the past two years, the rivers and lakes have been full of ups and downs, and there have been constant struggles. First, there was the internal fighting of the Wuyue Sword Sect, and then there was Ren Xing who wanted to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes to compete with the undefeated sect leader in the East, and the battle of Shaolin Temple only caused a sensation in the rivers and lakes, and no one paid attention to it.

After rescuing his daughter, he hid his traces again, and came forward from Xiang Wentian, disturbed a group of people, and prepared to counterattack on the Black Wood Cliff, and the war was about to break out, plus the Shaolin Temple had just experienced a catastrophe, and the entire northern martial arts was depressed.

The most peculiar thing in the northern martial arts is the Shaolin Temple, which was slaughtered and poked by someone, and did not show much reaction, which made many unknown martial arts people unbelievable and discussed.

Who knows, under the calm surface of Shaolin Temple, there is already an undercurrent. Master Fangzheng because of the imprisonment of Ren Yingying, caused a war between good and evil, resulting in the death of three high-ranking monks of the Fang character generation, dozens of elite monks died tragically, the crime was beyond reach, the prestige plummeted, and he was forced to resign from the abbot's position, and was thinking about it in the Dharma Cave.

The Bodhi Temple, the Arhat Hall and the Arhat Hall headed by Fang Yuan, and the Precept Hall, the Prajna Hall, and the Dharma Hall began to fight for the position of abbot. Shaolin Temple was originally only seven or eight square character generation monks, three of them fell, Fang Zheng entered the Dharma Cave face wall, Fang Yuan cooperated with the Bodhi Institute Luohan Hall two square character generation monks, after more than ten days of fighting, has occupied the upper hand.

Not to mention the disturbances from the outside world, after Chen Zheng returned to Beihu Mountain, he recuperated from his internal injuries and practiced his sword technique hard. Next to the blood pool, dressed in linen and green clothes, wielding a bloody knife in his hand, wisps of blood flashed, and the blood knife knife technique was sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as slow as a turtle crawling.

The moves are weird, fierce and vicious, and there is a kind of cruel and cruel agitation. The long knife in Chen Zheng's hand suddenly cut through the air, letting out a scream of "snort", his body moved, like a ghost, and a blood qi rose, turning into a blood-colored horse and slashing directly into the void.

The blood light in his eyes was full of light, revealing a trace of indifference, desperate and ruthless, the whole person exuded a sharp momentum, surrounded by yin qi, and faintly heard the sound of ghosts crying and howling, which was a vision of yin qi retrograde and air friction. In the rich yin qi, there is the meaning of death that destroys all vitality, yin and evil.

After a while, Chen Zheng put away his knife and stood up, a wisp of blood flashed in his eyes, he closed his eyes and breathed a few times, and when he opened his eyes again, the blood subsided, and his eyes were deep, like a cold pool, without a trace of life.

Since his spiritual realm has been improved, the sword momentum has continued to condense, and after a battle with Ren Wuxing in the Meizhuang dungeon, the knife momentum has finally condensed into a prototype, and with the help of this wisp of knife momentum, it has directly cut off the demonic nature rooted in the spirit.

It's just that he is a deep demon after all, although he uses the sword to kill the demonic nature, but his heart gradually changes because of the killing and poking too much. Chen Zheng didn't know whether this change was good or bad, the former Chen Zheng who had good thoughts in his heart and still had a trace of innocence disappeared completely, and was replaced by Chen Zheng, who had been killed and his hands were covered with blood.

"Maybe this is growth, the environment has changed my mind, and I am also adapting to the environment. ā€

A mocking smile hung on the corner of Chen Zheng's mouth, in a world where the strong are respected and the weak are damned, if he can't make himself a little colder and more vicious, where is his place.

"The strength of the Shaolin Temple has been weakened, just wait for Fang Yuan to succeed as the abbot, and I can sit and harvest the fruit. "Shaolin Temple and his party, he seems to be messing around and killing, but the harvest is not enough to tell outsiders.

As for helping him to take the position of the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, he also has his own plans, you must know that the Taijiquan Sutra of the Wudang Sect is in the Black Wood Cliff. If he can see the yin and yang mysteries of the Taijiquan Sutra, it may be helpful for him to comprehend the meaning of life and death of the White Bone Yin Wind Technique.

"After the Black Wood Cliff is settled, it's time for me to completely close the net. Suddenly, the blood in Chen Zheng's eyes burst out, and he was restrained and disappeared.

"Sect Master Qi, let me send a message that the sect master will meet at the Black Wood Cliff in fifteen days!" Shen Yu walked into the underground dark cave, saw Chen Zheng standing by the blood pool, bowed his head and pondered, and arched his hand and said.

Chen Zheng didn't seem to hear Shen Yu's words, but instead opened his mouth to ask him about something else, "Qu Yang hasn't moved, right?"

Shen Yu didn't know why Chen Zheng suddenly mentioned Qu Yang, shook his head and said, "No!"