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Central Plains, Qingzhou Province, Mount Meru.
This was the location of Mount Meru Temple, one of the seven great sects of the Central Plains. The Mount Meru Long Fist, which was widely known in the martial arts world, originated from here.
But now, this thousand-year-old ancient temple, the Mount Meru of the martial arts world, was facing an unprecedented disaster.
There were murderous shouts, screams, and angry roars everywhere. Soaring flames lit up the entire mountain peak, like a fire dragon circling above.
A middle-aged swordsman with a black band over his eyes held a rusty iron sword in his hand as he walked step by step toward the Blessed Buddha Hall in the center of Mount Meru Temple. One could clearly see that every step he took left footprints full of blood. One could imagine how many killings he had experienced along the way.
This person was the number one assassin of the Assassin Tower, one of the top three assassin organizations in the Central Plains, the Blind Swordsman, Zhao Er. He had killed his elder brother when he was five years old and his parents when he was twelve years old.
Later, he was chosen by the Tower Master of the Assassin Tower. But when he was twenty-two years old, he killed the Tower Master of the Assassin Tower and was pursued by the entire Assassin Tower. Throughout his life, he had always killed people openly. He had never used sneak attacks or assassinations. He was a murderous demon who killed purely for the sake of killing.
Just as he waved his iron sword and walked to the fork in the road in front of the Blessed Buddha Hall, a tall and slender woman wearing a revealing green robe with her navel exposed appeared at the left fork of the road. The woman's body was tied with all kinds of bells, and when she walked, they made a crisp sound.
This beautiful and tall woman was Poison Desire Heaven, Qin Kexing, who ran amok in the southwest and caused countless constables to be helpless against her. In the past, for the sake of experimenting with a new poison, she had once killed 50,000 people in a city. Not a single person was spared, and she had received the highest bounty of the Great Qi Dynasty.
"Oh, isn't this Zhao Er? Master called you here this time? "
Zhao Er snorted coldly and suddenly drew out a sword light like a waterfall. The rusty iron sword at this moment seemed to turn into a silver river, making a crackling sound in the air. Several transparent crystal worms suddenly appeared and shattered on the ground, turning into a pool of pus and blood.
His tone was cold as he said, "If you act recklessly again, I'll kill you."
A trace of anger and fear flashed through Qin Kexing's eyes. He seemed to have suffered a loss at the hands of Zhao Er. However, just as the two of them were in a stalemate, a burst of wild laughter rang out. A black-faced man wearing a kasaya and covered in minced flesh and blood strode towards them. Every step the black-faced man took caused the ground to tremble. He was like a human-shaped tank.
Qin Kexing frowned. "Mad Monk, why did you come out as well?"
The mad monk's Dharma name was Zhen Shan. Ten years ago, he was the steward of the Xumi Temple's Dharma Hall. He secretly flipped through and practiced one of the Xumi Temple's lost arts, the Great Wheel Wisdom King Achievement Method. Due to his impure martial arts will, he accidentally lost control.
As the saying goes, ten years of enlightenment, one day you become a demon. After suffering from qi deviation, he was sometimes righteous and sometimes evil. He even committed a serial murder in Sumeru Temple. Fortunately, he had managed to escape before the incident and evaded the pursuit of the Commandment Yard.
This man killed any monk he saw and burned any temple he saw. He was an evil monk who committed murder and arson, committing all sorts of crimes. However, the Great Wheel Wisdom King Achievement Method, who practiced both righteous and evil, was extremely powerful. He was a top Dharma adept. He had escaped the Xumi Temple's pursuit several times.
Hearing Qin Kexing's question, the mad monk Zhen Shan laughed loudly. "The True Buddha is everywhere. He enlightens all living beings and transforms the world. Why would he need incense and faith? This Xumi Temple is borrowing the name of the Buddha to amass wealth and buy and sell real estate. They are deceiving the world and slandering the Buddha to the extreme.
How could the Lord bear to not let me participate? " As he laughed, the bloodstains on his face became even more hideous. He looked like a demon who had crawled out of hell.
No matter where they went, the three of them would definitely be troublemakers. They would draw their swords and kill people at the slightest disagreement. But now, they looked at each other and did not fight. Instead, they walked together toward the Blessed Buddha Hall. First, it was because they were wary of each other. Second, and most importantly, it was because of respect.
Respect for power, for the strongest, and for the "God" who had already reached the Blessed Buddha Hall first.
When the three of them arrived in front of the Blessed Buddha Hall, the huge square was already covered in a river of blood. Countless novice monks, martial monks, elders, heads of various halls, and arhats were all lying in pools of blood.
Their fragmented bodies formed a vast ocean of flesh and blood.
Seeing this horrifying scene, even Qin Kexing, who had killed many people, could not help but frown. When they entered the Blessed Buddha Hall, they saw three men standing guard at the entrance.
One of the three men was a middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe and a golden crown on his head. He was actually a descendant of the Great Shang Dynasty, the current crown prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, Zhou Ge. This person could be said to be a thorn in the side of the Da Qi State. However, the descendants of the Great Shang Dynasty had been hiding among the common people for many years. Now, they had appeared here for some unknown reason.
The man in the middle was thin and small. His entire body was covered by a black robe and a large hat. Only a pair of blue bewitching eyes could be seen. He was the sect master of the Drifting Waves Immortal Island, the Five Elements Daoist. His Daoist techniques and divine abilities had already reached the extraordinary realm of creating galaxies. The Da Qi State's dynasty had conferred him the title of a First Rank Daoist Priest three times, but he had rejected them all.
But now, he was guarding the door of the Blessed Buddha Hall like a servant.
There was also a man on the far left. His upper body was bare to the waist. His entire body was covered in tattoos of various tigers and leopards. His head was tied with feathers and hemp ropes. The people here were not familiar with him. But if someone from the grassland came here, they might recognize him. He was the number one warrior of the Longevity Devil Palace, Sadek Baley.
The legendary reincarnation of the Great Wolf God, the son of the silver moon, a warrior bestowed by the heavens. When he reached adulthood at the age of 18, his arms had the strength of tens of thousands of kilograms. He was a warrior who could throw elephants.
But these few people only made Qin Kexing, Zhao Er, and the rest feel apprehensive. When they walked into the Blessed Buddha Hall and saw the several tall figures standing there, they were completely dumbfounded. Especially the few figures that were shrouded in boundless darkness. That soul-stirring power brought along a strong sense of oppression, making it difficult for them to even breathe.
And in the center of the figures, who were surrounded by stars, was a man wearing only a golden skirt armor. His slender and powerful muscles were exposed. He was sitting on a Buddha statue. His long black hair kept dancing, as if it was a living thing.
The man crossed one leg and looked at his feet with interest. An old monk with a white beard was lying there, seriously licking the man's boots with his tongue.
Shenzong supported his chin with one hand and said disinterestedly, "Is this the sect master of the Sumeru Temple? I spent so much time preparing, but it's only at this level. How disappointing. "
Wu Yi, who was at the side, seemed to be the only person who lacked respect. He looked at Shenzong and said, "The most important power of the descendants of the Western Wei Dynasty was the one who founded this Sumeru Temple. Since you've settled your old grudge, then it's time to act according to the plan, right?"
"Plan?" Shenzong looked at Wu Yi. That cold gaze was like looking at a pet that had angered him. "My will is the plan." Follow ~ Click on the Chinese website's official account (WeChat friend – add official account – type qdread) and participate immediately! Everyone has a prize. Follow qdread's official account on WeChat right now!)
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