When Zhang Wuji destroyed the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, Zen Master Miaodi rushed over.

But if he added seventeen bronze men, he couldn't form a formation at all. On the contrary, it affected the cooperation of the seventeen bronze men.

Especially those bronze men who were poisoned. Although they did not completely lose their ability to strike, no one could block Zhang Wuji's sword.

Zen Master Miaodi roared angrily: "Zhang Wuji, if you dare to commit murder again in our Southern Shaolin today, the holy monks of our Southern Shaolin will surely crush the Ming Sect and also the Wudang Mountains!"

Zhang Wuji slapped Zen Master Miaodi on the chest with his palm: "Because of you, Southern Shaolin, our Ming Sect is gone, and the holy fire has been extinguished."

"Plain Wudang Mountain to the ground? When I destroy you, I will go back and join Grand Master in killing everyone in your Southern Shaolin to appease the souls of my brothers from the Ming Cult."

Zen Master Miaodi knew why Zhang Wuji was so crazy, but how was the Ming Cult destroyed? Their Southern Shaolin did not do this.

But he had no answer.

Many monks saw Zhang Wuji's terror and wanted to escape.

Most of the masters in the temple were taken away by the holy monks, and even if there were a few left, they would not be as good as the abbot, Zen Master Miaodi.

Although they usually say that they are willing to dedicate everything to Southern Shaolin, even their lives, when they feel that they are about to die, every one of them wants to run away.

But when they ran to the door of the temple, they saw someone blocking them there.

"You are going in the wrong direction. Zhang Wuji is behind you. Go back."

Some people tried to charge forward, but Jiang Xiaoyu easily pushed them back.

Some monks ran to the other door, only to find that there were also people running back from the other side.

Why the hell are there people blocking all four doors?

Do you want to completely trap them in the temple?

"Don't kill me. I will return to secular life and never be a monk again."

"Zhang Wuji, I am willing to join the Ming Cult, please spare my life."

"Please let me go, I just joined Southern Shaolin."

"Master Zhang, you are so noble, I don't want to die."

"Zhang Wuji, please forgive me when you are given a life, otherwise the holy monks of our temple will not let you go."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were red at this time and he was covered in blood: "When you in Southern Shaolin confused right and wrong and slaughtered my Mingjiao brothers, why didn't you say you were showing off?"

"When you, Southern Shaolin, destroyed my adoptive father's martial arts, crushed his throat bone, and poisoned him, why didn't you think of treating others with kindness and mercy?"

Lin Lang blocked the door for a while and then rushed to the Sutra Pavilion. This time he would definitely be able to gather the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin.

After a while, I saw a familiar figure running over.

"Sir, Zhang Wuji is killing people inside. I have to get out of the way quickly, otherwise he will definitely kill me."

Cheng Kun's face was full of horror, and Zhang Wuji was becoming more and more frightened. He was no match at all.

Lin Lang patted Cheng Kun on the shoulder: "Do you know what to do next?"

Cheng Kun nodded: "I know. The Ming Cult advocated Wuji's bloodbath in Southern Shaolin. Zen Master Miaodi, the Eighteen Bronze Masters, etc. all went to see the Buddha."

"The poor monk refused to retreat, but he was seriously injured and fell into coma, so he narrowly escaped with his life."

Saying that, Cheng Kun slapped his ribs hard.

He groaned, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his head.

Lin Lang looked at Cheng Kun. A person who dared to break his own ribs was definitely a ruthless person.

"Well, it depends on your performance."

Cheng Kun endured the pain again and took out a secret book from his arms: "Right envoy, this is a secret book that Zen Master Miaodi has hidden in his Zen room. It is not available in the Sutra Pavilion. It seems to be a magical skill learned by the holy monk."

Lin Lang took it and took a look. It turned out to be an Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons, which is also the highest secret skill of the Arhat Hall.

If it can be called magical power, its power must not be weak.

The sweeping monk also learned this, so he should take a good look at it, so that it will be easier to clean up the sweeping monk.

"You did a good job. Go and lie down over there. Zhang Wuji won't come to this yard again."

Cheng Kun walked to the corner of the yard and lay down next to the corpse of a monk.

When Lin Lang left, he stood up again, holding a firewood bag in his hand, and threw it on the firewood used to demolish the house.

After a while, Jiang Xiaoyu came out carrying a package made of cassock.

"Master, I don't know why it caught on fire. I think that instead of these martial arts secrets turning into ashes, it is better for us to take them back and keep them to avoid the inheritance being cut off."

"I found a lot of Shaolin stunts that are not available in Heimuya Gongfa Pavilion. We have all the seventy-two stunts."

"Shaolin's Sutra Pavilion not only has their own magical skills, but also many other sects' special skills. Do you think I wouldn't know about it by changing the name?"

Jiang Xiaoyu despised this. He had also learned martial arts from other sects, but he would not change his name to say that he had created it without losing face.

Lin Lang smiled: "That's right, we are just trying to protect the inheritance of martial arts."

I don’t know who Jiang Xiaoyu follows this shameless attitude.

Soon, Yin Cai and Yin Yecui also came back, each carrying a huge package containing pills, banknotes and other valuable things.

"Okay, you all go and wait outside. I'm going to see why Zhang Wuji hasn't come out yet."

Lin Lang followed Zhang Wuji's aura and found a yard with a big fire. He saw Zhang Wuji kneeling on the ground, looking at the flames and mumbling something.

"Burn my broken body with the blazing holy fire. What joy is there in life, and what pain is there in death? For the sake of good and evil, there is only light. Joy and sorrow all return to the dust. Have pity on me, the world, for there are so many sorrows! Have mercy on me, the world, for there are so many sorrows!

"

Turning his head, Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"You all deserve to die, you all deserve to die! Kill!"

Zhang Wuji stabbed Lin Lang with his sword. Lin Lang's right hand turned into gold, and he directly grasped the sword blade that Zhang Wuji was stabbing at. Lin Lang's left hand struck out with lightning.

After three moves, Lin Lang pinned Zhang Wuji to the ground with one hand, and Zhang Wuji struggled wildly.

Zhang Wuji's state is very wrong, his aura is floating and unstable, is he possessed?

"Zhang Wuji, concentrate your mind and energy, hold Yuan Shouyi in your arms!"

Lin Lang's voice reached Zhang Wuji's ears, and Zhang Wuji gave up struggling and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he opened his eyes again and took a deep breath.

"Thank you very much, Ambassador Lin."

He knew that he had just gone crazy.

"Zhang Wuji, the seventh level of the Great Shift of the Universe cannot be practiced forcefully. You can re-deduce the correct method according to your own understanding of martial arts."

"Your strength has improved too quickly, but you don't have enough state of mind. Go back and learn more from Zhang Zhenren."

Zhang Wuji looked at Lin Lang in surprise. Lin Lang actually knew this kind of secret?

He thought of the Holy Fire Order in Lin Lang's hand, and thought of Lin Lang's words about the Holy Envoy of the Persian Ming Cult asking Lin Lang to be the leader. Maybe this great change in the world will happen to Lin Lang too.

No wonder Lin Lang wanted his Nine Sun Magic Skill before, but he didn't want the Great Shift of the World.

"Actually, you have a good talent. After learning Zhang Zhenren's Tai Chi magic skills, you should understand what it means to combine hardness and softness, and the harmony of yin and yang. You have the potential to reach the peak of heaven and man."

"Even if you work hard, you may surpass Zhang Zhenren in the future."

Zhang Wuji once thought that his talent was unparalleled in the world and that he would become the best in the world in the future. After all, even his great master was amazed by his talent.

But first he was frustrated by the holy monk in Southern Shaolin, and then he met Lin Lang, whose talent was even more amazing, and his energy was almost worn away.

"I can't wait for the future. Wudang is in trouble now, and I have to rush back as soon as possible."

"Zhang Wuji will repay this kindness in the future."

Even if he can't kill the holy monks of Southern Shaolin, he can still kill other monks.

The masters of Wudang Sect are broken. Except for the second master Yu Lianzhou, there is no great master. How can they resist so many masters of Southern Shaolin?

Lin Lang shook his head: "Do you think it is a good thing for Wudang that you go back to Wudang now? Are you destroying Southern Shaolin for Wudang?"

"Go, find a place to hide, and then quietly go back to Wudang Mountain after a while, and follow Master Zhang as a little Taoist boy."

Zhang Wuji asked: "What about this crisis in Wudang?"

Lin Lang pointed to his nose: "Have you forgotten my other identity? I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. A group of people from the Song Dynasty came to the realm of the Ming Dynasty and wanted to attack the martial arts sects of the Ming Dynasty. This is not allowed.

My face."

Zhang Wuji was stunned. He had really forgotten Lin Lang's identity as the Master of the Ming Dynasty.

Mainly because the things Lin Lang did were not what an imperial master should do.

Including Lin Lang's appearance in Southern Shaolin today, and obviously leading people to plunder Southern Shaolin's treasures. Is this consistent with his status as an imperial master?

"Remember, you will be a member of the Wudang Sect of the Ming Dynasty. I can handle things that Wudang cannot handle."

"Go ahead and wait until the dust settles before you go back quietly. Here's this for you. This is the Buddha Exorcism Pill refined by the Shaolin Medicine King Institute. It's a pill that can suppress insanity."

"There is also a Purifying Mantra here, which is also used to suppress demonic nature. You can also take it and read it."
To be continued...