Shaolin Temple.
In front of the Great Strength Hall.
Su Qin lowered his eyes and slowly walked toward The Black Lord.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on him.
"Junior Brother Zhen Guan, what are you doing?"
Zhen Zhi, the patrolling monk, was stunned. He quickly walked to Su Qin, grabbed his arm, and whispered, "Now the temple is facing a great crisis. Why are you here to make trouble?"
Zhen Zhi said while trying to pull Su Qin back.
In Zhen Zhi's view, even if the Shaolin Temple fought with the Demon Gate, it was a matter for the disciples of the Warrior Monastery and the Arhat Court. What did it have to do with Su Qin, a sweeping monk of the Chores Yard?
Most of the disciples of the Chores Yard did not know martial arts. If they went up, not only would they not be able to solve the problem, they might even be more of a hindrance.
However.
No matter how hard Zhen Zhi tried, Su Qin, who did not know martial arts in his eyes, was as motionless as a mountain.
"Since he came to me for revenge, I naturally have to go up."
A smile appeared on Su Qin's face. He gently pushed Zhen Zhi away and continued to walk.
"What?"
Zhen Zhi's mind went blank, and he did not recover for a long time.
At this moment, as Su Qin walked all the way, many disciples of the Shaolin Temple recognized him one after another.
"Zhen Guan?"
"What is he doing?"
"Is he trying to stop the Demon Lord?"
These disciples of the Shaolin Temple were so confused that they forgot to stop him for a moment.
If a genius disciple of the Warrior Monastery, the Arhat Court, or even the Dharma Court rushed up and wanted to die together with the Demon Lord, they could understand.
But Su Qin …
He was just a sweeping monk of the Chores Yard. How could he be a threat to the Demon Lord?
"What's wrong with Zhen Guan?"
The new head of the Chores Yard frowned.
In his eyes, Zhen Guan had always been a disciple who stood aloof from worldly affairs. He even gave up the opportunity to enter the Bodhi Court.
Logically speaking, such a person should be very sensible and wouldn't do anything stupid.
But now …
Seeing Zhen Guan walk straight towards the black-robed Demon Master, the new Handyman Court Head was extremely puzzled.
In the end, the new Handyman Court Head sighed softly. In the end, he couldn't bear to see Su Qin die in the hands of the furious Devil Lord. He took a step forward and appeared beside Su Qin.
"Zhen Guan, this is none of your business. Why don't you leave?"
The new Chief of the Chores Court shouted in a low voice, wanting to wake up Su Qin.
For the new Chief of the Chores Yard, even if the Shaolin Temple was really destroyed, a disciple like Su Qin should be the last to die.
"Headmaster."
"He's looking for me."
Su Qin smiled at the new Court Head of the Chores Court and said softly.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The new Chief of the Chores Court frowned more and more: "The Devil Lord is clearly looking for A Holy Monk of our Temple. What does it have to do with you?"
The new Chief of the Chores Court was angry and amused at the same time. He didn't expect that Su Qin would think that the Devil Lord was looking for him.
A Holy Monk has saved the Shaolin Temple many times. His strength is terrifying. He is definitely an ancestor who has lived for more than a hundred years.
But what about Su Qin?
He has only been in the Temple for 20 years. How can he compare with A Holy Monk?
"Zhen Guan."
"I know you have good intentions, but the survival of the Shaolin Temple is not something you can decide."
The Chores Court Head took a deep breath and sighed softly.
At this moment.
The Black Lord's gaze also fell on Su Qin.
"Huh?"
The Black Lord's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint black light emerged.
He is a Peak Grade 1 Great Grandmaster who has undergone two transformations. His Demon Art has long reached Great Accomplishment.
Therefore, The Black Lord discovered at first glance that Su Qin did not have a trace of Internal Strength. Let alone a Peak Grade 1 like him, he is not even as good as an ordinary person.
And at this time.
The group of Demon Sect disciples behind the Devil Lord had already exploded.
"Hahahahaha."
"You bald donkeys of the Shaolin Temple, are you trying to find a disciple to die for you?"
"Bald donkeys are bald donkeys. Do you really think we are fools and can be easily fooled by you?"
"Hahahaha, even if you want to find someone to die for you, shouldn't you find a Martial Artist? You found an ordinary person, what do you mean? "
...
The Demon Sect disciples laughed wantonly.
Suddenly.
Many of the Shaolin Temple's disciples were furious. If it were not for the Court Heads stopping them, they would have rushed out on the spot.
The Black Lord's expression became colder and colder.
Indeed.
The words of the Demon Sect disciples behind him are somewhat reasonable.
This little bald donkey is most likely a scapegoat thrown out by the Shaolin Temple.
"A Holy Monk Nameless."
"You disappoint me too much!"
The Black Lord looked up at the Shaolin Temple and said lightly: "Since you don't want to show up, I will personally kill your Shaolin Temple!"
The Black Lord's gaze turned and fell on Su Qin.
Since the Shaolin Temple wants to use him as a scapegoat, The Black Lord does not mind starting with the other party.
[Weng!!!]
The Black Lord had just thought of this when strands of Demonic Energy began to spread and shroud down.
When he massacred the Tiantai Sect that day, he used this Demonic Art to restrict Daoist Tian Lian and the two Vice Sect Masters and finally killed the three Grade 1 Great Grandmasters.
"Abbot, what should we do now?"
The Warrior Monastery's Head looked at Abbot Huiwen and asked worriedly.
Abbot Huiwen did not answer and sighed softly:
"The Shaolin Temple will fight against the Demons together!"
When these words came out.
Countless Shaolin Temple disciples looked at death calmly.
"Fight against the Demons together! Protect Shaolin! "
"Fight against the Demons together! Protect Shaolin! "
"Fight against the Demons together! Protect Shaolin! "
Their voices rolled straight into the sky.
"What's the use of morale? In the face of absolute strength, it is meaningless. "
The Black Lord disdainfully looked at Su Qin again.
At this moment, among the many disciples of the Shaolin Temple who were filled with grief and indignation, Su Qin, who was still calm, was extremely conspicuous.
Just when The Black Lord was about to make a move.
Su Qin raised his head slightly, his eyes deep: "Five years ago, I went to the Southern Witch Mountain's Demon Sect headquarters."
When these words came out.
The Black Lord's expression changed slightly.
He could tell that Su Qin's words did not seem to be a lie.
At this time, Kun Kong, a Demon Sect disciple who had been standing behind The Black Lord, suddenly reacted.
"Devil Lord."
"Yes, it's him!"
"He is the nameless Holy Monk who massacred my Devil Sect!"
Kun Kong hurried to The Black Lord and said in a trembling voice.
When Su Qin came out just now, Kun Kong recognized him, so he fell into extreme shock and fear. It was not until now that he came to his senses and hurriedly told the Devil Lord.
When Kun Kong said this.
The whole place fell into a strange silence.
Not only were the Demon Sect disciples in disbelief, but many disciples of the Shaolin Temple also widened their eyes.
They never thought that A Holy Monk, who had saved the Shaolin Temple several times, was actually an inconspicuous sweeping monk in the Chores Yard.
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