In less than a pillar of incense, half of the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple were dead and wounded, and Master Fangzheng's face twitched, and his heart was already dripping blood. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info these warrior monks are the backbone of the Shaolin Temple, once the casualties are exhausted, the Shaolin Temple will definitely be seriously injured, and it will not be able to recover within 20 years.

The loss of the blood-clothed people is not small, the number is not as good as the Shaolin Temple, if it were not for the fact that they were not afraid of death and fought for their lives, I am afraid that the whole army would have been wiped out. Now it is not far from the annihilation of the whole army, from forty or fifty people at the beginning, to only a dozen or so people are still struggling to support now.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the blood-clothed people are just struggling before they die, and they are not far from defeat. couldn't help but look at Chen Zheng, Chen Zheng at this moment, his face was expressionless, and he didn't look at the death and injury of the blood-clothed man at all. This kind of heart that regards human life as a mustard makes everyone feel a chill in their hearts.

"There is no humanity, and the heart is so cold!"

"Is his heart made of iron?"

These blood-clothed people were working hard for him, but Chen Zheng was unmoved, watching dozens of blood-clothed people die in the Arhat array.

"Is this man's blood cold?"

"What a devil, who regards human life like a mustard, these people are probably not as good as pigs and dogs in his eyes. ”

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the corpses are all over the place, the blood flows and the pestle, not only the warrior monks and blood-clothed people of Shaolin Temple, but also many people who intend to attack Shaolin Temple's side door and left road, and are killed by blood-clothed people, with nearly 100 dead and wounded.

Good end of a Zen ancestral garden, Buddhism quietly, now it has become a Shura slaughterhouse, dozens of Shaolin Temple were killed, after this battle, even if all the bloody clothes are annihilated, it will also be greatly injured.

If you say who is the happiest here, it is none other than Yue Buqun and Zuo Lengchan.

"Amitabha! In front of the Buddha, he is guilty of killing in vain!" Master Fangzheng clasped his hands together, his lips trembled and sang the Buddha's horn, and his mouth "buzzed" with Buddhist scriptures. Two divine lights burst out from his eyes, shaped like an angry King Kong, and his eyes shot a golden light to subdue demons, staring at Chen Zheng tightly.

"Donor, please stop, the land of Buddhism has become a Shura field, and the donor has created a lot of sins. ”

Fang Zheng's expression was serious, and he took a step towards Chen Zheng, and there was a killing aura in his tone, and he couldn't bear Chen Zheng anymore. The old monk ate fasting and recited Buddha for decades, meditated on self-cultivation, and watched dozens of warrior monks being killed in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which completely aroused his killing intent.

"Hahaha, Master Fangzheng, do you want to kill me to vent your anger, you can still endure it, it is really kind-hearted, good cultivation. But that's just the beginning, and the best is yet to come!"

Chen Zheng replied with a faint smile.

Before he finished speaking, everyone's hearts were shocked, their eyes were cold, and they all looked at Chen Zheng.

"What do you mean by that, do you still want to catch us all?"

"What a big breath......"

The crowd was enraged by his arrogance, and you scolded me every word. Suddenly, a Shaolin monk rushed over with a panicked look on his face and shouted: "The abbot is not good, someone rushed into the temple from the back mountain tunnel, and Uncle Fang Zhen has passed away." ”

"What?"

Everyone changed color together, and each of the Shaolin Temple square characters was not weaker than the head of a faction, and they were killed.

"Amitabha!"

Master Fangzheng's body trembled violently when he heard this, his face was pale, blue and white, his eyes flashed a terrifying cold light, and he looked at Chen Zheng with hatred.

"The donor really had a good plan, attracted Lao Na and others to the Daxiong Treasure Palace, secretly crossed Chen Cang, and entered the Shaolin Temple from the back mountain. ”

"What else is Master Fangzheng grinding with him, Taishan sent disciples, follow me to kill the back mountain, and eliminate the demon guard!"

The temper of the Taoist of Tianmen suddenly exploded, and with a roar, he drew his sword and rushed to the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple.

"Disciple of the Hengshan Sect, follow me to eliminate the demons!" Mr. Mo also shouted and chased after the Taishan Sect.

"The Wuyue Sword Sect is united with the same qi, and the Hengshan Sect will follow me to support the Tianmen Daoist and Mr. Mo!" Ling Hu Chong led a group of women's troops to also rush to the back mountain.

Half of the heroes in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, led by the head of Tianmen Dao, "hula", all rushed to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple in a moment.

"Amitayus Shouzun!" Chong Xudao chanted, and several Wudang disciples behind him rushed out, instantly setting up the Wudang Sect's True Martial Seven Interception Formation, staring at the group of people who let me go.

The two realms of righteousness and demons gathered in the Shaolin Temple, and the demons who invaded the back mountain had the Wuyue Sword Sect and many righteous heroes to resist. The Wudang faction volunteered to keep an eye on the group of people who let me go, but the demon sect thieves have abnormal movements, and they will surely usher in the thunderous blow of the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation.

The pressure of Shaolin Temple is light, as long as the Huangquan Demon Sect is suppressed, the righteous path will inevitably win.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot! Master Chen, as long as you are in retreat in Shaolin Temple for ten years, cultivating yourself, and Lao Nake is in charge, let your group of subordinates leave. There are too many people dying today, I don't know what Chen Shi thinks?"

At this moment, more than a dozen blood-clothed people are half dead, and there are less than ten people, each of them is covered in blood, his face is pale, he is surrounded in the Arhat array, struggling to support, maybe he will be completely defeated in the next moment.

Fang Zheng compares his heart to his heart, these blood-clothed people are comparable to the warrior monks of Shaolin, all of them are extremely elite, and it must have taken a lot of time and resources to cultivate these people. More than half of the warrior monks in the Arhat array were killed and wounded, and Fang Zheng's heart was already dripping blood, he didn't believe that Chen Zheng was really hard as iron, and he watched his elite army annihilated.

"Hey, hey, Master Fangzheng doesn't need to talk in vain, Chen took them to Shaolin Temple, and he didn't think about taking them down the mountain again. ”

When Master Fang Zheng heard this, his whole body trembled, and he shouted loudly: "Evil obstacles, do you really regard human life as a mustard? Although they are deeply sinful, they are all born to their fathers and mothers, and they have worked hard for more than ten years to raise adults, and now they are regarded as pigs and dogs, and dozens of people are killed to death, can you really feel at ease?"

Chen Zheng looked at Fang Zheng with some amusement, and said in surprise: "These people were all killed by the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple, can the master be at ease? Master Fang Zheng is merciful, it is better to disband the Arhat Formation, so that no one will die." ”

"You, you ......"

I didn't expect Chen Zheng to say such a thing, Fang Zheng's skin twitched, and he was completely speechless. If it's useless, then talk with your fists and feet. Fang Zheng took a step forward, flipped his right hand, palmed to the sky, condensed a breath of true qi, and used one of the seventy-two stunts, the Pranyo palm, facing Chen Zheng from afar.

Chen Zheng hadn't completely suppressed the true qi that Fang Zheng had entered into his body until now, but he didn't want to do anything with him. As soon as Fang Zheng raised his palm, he had no ghosts in his body, and instantly took more than a dozen steps back.

Shen Yu had already instigated the evil heroes to enter the Shaolin Temple from the back mountain, and the rest of the matter depended on how Fang Yuan, the traitor, operated.

According to Chen Zheng's strategy, he gathered in Shaolin Temple by virtue of good and evil, and he brought dozens of elites of the Holy Sect to raid and completely disrupt the scene, and then let Fang Yuan take advantage of the chaos to sneak attack the masters of Shaolin Temple, so that Shaolin Temple's vitality was greatly injured, thus forcing Fang Zheng to abdicate.