Infinite Heroes Seat

Yang Xiao lost to Mo Wen, so he could only watch Mo Wen slap the palm on his forehead, and subconsciously closed his eyes, but the imaginary pain did not come, and then only heard Mo Wen say: " How's it going? My big shift is real?"

Yang Xiao opened his eyes and met those smiling eyes, his heart stunned, and he knelt down on one knee.

"Xie Xie Zun's grace of not killing! The great shift of the Venerable is still higher than what Yang Xiao has learned, and it is naturally true! Guang Ming Zuo Yang Xiao has seen the leader!"

He was also a sleek character, knowing that Mo Wen was both a fascination to show the great movement of the universe and a silent threat, he naturally understood what he should do at this time, and immediately admitted Mo Wen's identity.

The Mingjiao people behind him also knelt on one knee and swore allegiance.

"You bastard, how dare you attack your Uncle Zhou, I'm fighting with you!"

As soon as Zhou Dian stood up with his head shaken, he was pressed down by the people behind him who said no and Leng Qian joined forces. They were not afraid of death, but they didn’t want to die in vain. If Zhou Dian called Mo Wen kill in the current situation, that would be it. Really wronged.

Zhou Dian originally wanted to struggle, but he became silent as the two explained in a low voice. Although he was reckless, but not stupid, he finally knelt down on one knee reluctantly.

After solving the Mingjiao problem, Mo Wen turned his gaze to the several Shaolin monks again.

"what about you?"

"Amitabha!" The monks closed their eyes one after another, knowing that they were inevitable, and one of them shouted loudly: "It's just a death, you want me to surrender, you demon dreaming! I am not waiting for the Mingjiao who are greedy for life and fear of death. Generation!"

Hearing this, the people of Mingjiao changed their faces, but then they all bowed their heads and said nothing. Just now they were able to stand up for the first time and put life and death behind them, but at this time, after a lifetime of ups and downs, there were great ups and downs. Down, but can no longer muster the courage to come.

"Just one death?"

Mo Wen suddenly laughed, and then flicked his hand, several cold rays of light went straight to several monks, and there was no flash.

At the beginning, those monks were only a hidden weapon, and they went to death, but there was nothing in them. But after a while, all of them changed their faces, and they felt that their bodies were suddenly itchy, and the people present only saw it. The monks suddenly yelled, their eyes flushed, and they tore their chest clothes indiscriminately.

"If you want to die? It's hard to die if you want to, so let me enjoy the power of this talisman of life and death!"

Amidst the disregarding roars of the monks, Mo Wen said pretentiously.

Seeing those monks who are usually respected and respected are rolling on the ground so disregarding their faces, the martial arts people present all trembled, and their hearts were shocked.

But the next moment everyone's faces changed, and Mo Wen's palms pressed upwards slightly, a white gas gushing out of his hands, and then it froze into an ice puck, Mo Wen suddenly slapped the ice puck with his hand, suddenly countless The shards of ice came towards everyone, it was a bit similar to the hidden weapon that was just shot.

The people kneeling on the ground just wanted to dodge, but the ice flakes came hurriedly and quickly, and they were completely unguarded. How could they react to it for a while, and they were recruited. Even if one or two people dodge past, they were caught by Mo Wen again. To make up, in the end, everyone had at least one piece of ice flakes, and the ice flakes melted into the body, but everyone's hearts were tight.

"You have also been hit by the deity's life and death talisman. If you don't want to be like them, you can do things for the deity obediently, and there will be an antidote for you at that time! Otherwise, they will be your fate!"

Mo Wen’s chuckle was particularly harsh in the screams of the monks. The hearts of everyone present gradually fell to the bottom. Seeing the miserable death of the monks, their faces changed drastically. Pan bitter.

After two years, the well-trained heroes followed Mo Wen and killed them directly. The thousands of Mongolian soldiers and dozens of martial arts activists that Zhao Min stayed at the foot of the mountain were caught off guard and were immediately defeated.

Three months later, with the leadership of the Mingjiao General Altar and the help of martial artists from various factions, the Mingjiao Volunteers all over the country started to fight. For a time, there were beacon fires all over the south of the Yangtze River.

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Shaolin Temple, the magnificent ancient temple yesterday, has become a shura dojo today. There are screams of killing, corpses everywhere, and the traces of swords on the wall, surrounded by a group of people, looking at it that has been stained red with blood. The Buddha's golden body, the abbot of Shaolin who was bruised and bruised all over his body, sighed lightly when he heard this.

"Fate! Fate! After all, my Shaolin Temple has not escaped the evil hand of the evil deity. After hundreds of years, the efforts of several generations of abbots, is the final result still? My Buddha is merciful, why didn't I save my life from the sea of ​​suffering? "

Kong Wen is nearly old. At this time, seeing Shaolin’s miserable state, tears fell like rain, and several Shaolin officials who stood in front of him were ashamed and bowed their heads unconsciously, but more However, the warrior was dismissive, and saw that the leader suddenly stood up, pointed at Kongwen with a knife and said: "Old bald donkey, today is your death date, grandpa will send you on the road!"

"Amitabha!"

Kong Wen knew that the general situation was over, did not resist, closed his eyes and waited for death.

When the man saw this, he was overjoyed. The old monk had a high martial arts skill. He had a dozen good hands folded just now. At this time, he gave up the resistance and made this great achievement in conjunction with himself.

Unexpectedly, he was pulled from behind by a person. When that person looked back, he was a monk, and he was immediately frightened and said: "Xianru, if you want to turn back the water, aren't you afraid of punishment from the evil deity!"

This monk's martial arts is not under him, and if he really starts his hands, I'm afraid it won't work well. Although the man shouts loudly, he secretly warns himself.

The monk shook when he heard the name of the evil venerable, but he glanced at Kong Wen with his eyes closed, and there were a few shame in his eyes. He still gritted his teeth and argued: "Why Brother Kong Wen is also a generation of high monks, you will leave him alone. The whole corpse is also a virtue for you!"

"Bonus?" The big man let go and laughed, "You traitor who betrayed Shaolin, you deserve to talk to me about merit. I think if there is any karma, you should die first! At this time! Thinking of the Buddha, remembering the merits, what did you do earlier!"

Hearing what the big man said, there was a burst of laughter around him, only a few people from Shaolin Temple were miserable, and Vino did not know what to say.

"You!—" Kongru's face blushed, and he wanted to do it on the spot, but he didn't know what he remembered, raised his hand and let it go, finally sighed, resisted, and watched the big man. He chopped off the head of Kong Wen with a knife, and then grabbed it and walked out of the hall.

Followed the big man out of the Shaolin Temple, looking at the familiar plants and trees, empty but like a world away, in less than half a month, everything is right and wrong, Shaolin Temple just disappeared, Zeng Jin Those brothers died and died, and in a flash, the huge Shaolin, thousands of years of inheritance, was extinct. I really don't know whether the former Dharma Master expected the present, and whether Shaolin will leave some fireworks.

Then I saw that the big man walked up to a young man carrying Kongwen's head, and fell on one knee.

"Venerable, Kong Wen has been killed, and Shaolin has been wiped out by me!"

"Are you done?"

Mo Wen looked at Kong Wen's first level, but his face remained unchanged, and said lightly: "Burn this place, these monks are also somewhat stubborn, let them cremate!"

"Yes!"

The person who just showed off in front of Kongru didn't even dare to breathe.

When Mo Wen saw the incident, he turned around and left. Suddenly remembered something, he turned around and said, "By the way, there are three old monks on the mountain. ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There are rare people who can accompany me for a few hands, buy them a coffin, set up a tomb, and it will be a reward."

"Yes!" The big man lowered his head lower.

When Kongru, who was walking towards this side, listened to this, she trembled all over, her face was pale, and even the three uncles in the back mountain had passed away. It seems that Shaolin has really cut off her salary, after all, After Shaolin stayed for many years, Kongru felt an inexplicable sadness rushing to his heart, his eyes were red, and the young man in white couldn't help but want to do it.

"Oh? Something?"

Mo Wen seemed to be aware of something, and smiled slightly when he looked at Kongru.

There was an inexplicable smile on that handsome face. It was supposed to be a kind smile, but it made Kongru cold all over, as if he was splashed with cold water, a sharp spirit, the original plan of revenge disappeared immediately, with With a somewhat unnatural smile, he said kindly: "Lord, Lord, where are we going next?"

Mo Wen looked at the crimson Kongru who had just become so cute all of a sudden, but he smiled, looked at the sky in the distance, and spit out two words gently.

"Wudang!" (To be continued.)