"Roar!" "Roar!"

"Hiss, hiss!"

Unknown strange sounds rang outside the gate of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, and few monks were silently chanting the Buddha's name.

Fang Zheng presided over the left arm, his sleeves were empty, and he was obviously suffering a heavy blow. At this time, he could only pray for the arrival of those new forces.

In front of them, a corpse that seemed to have been eaten by countless wild beasts had completely lost the breath of life.

"If this donor hadn't fought hard to get in and gave me messages to me and others, we would probably have to die with the Buddha..."

Fang Zheng sighed softly and began to recite the spell to the corpse again.

Although I don’t know the root of those things, after a period of time, Shaolin Temple has vaguely found a way to fight them.

The pure Buddhist yang and true power spread, instantly igniting flames in the corpse's bitten areas. Then some rustling sounds sounded, and some invisible creatures died in it.

Then the corpse, which had already shown signs of movement, fell into a dead silence.

"Amitabha!"

After doing all this, Fang Zheng looked outside the temple gate. The bronze bell ringed three times again, and then the empty temple fell into peace again.

"Abbot, what are these things?"

An old monk came to Fang Zheng's side. The majestic leader of the temple shook his head and did not hide his ignorance.

"No matter what they are, it will inevitably be a catastrophe that swept the world!"

Fang Zheng seemed to say to a monk, or to himself.

"So if you can, even if you die with Buddha, you must control this disaster between Songshan!"

The firmness of words and the spirit of sacrifice quickly resonated with the monks around them, and they all lowered the Buddha's name and then began to rest cross-legged.

And the terrifying sounds outside the door were still ringing, and vaguely continued to increase!

...

"The bell rings once, ten times in total!"

Yan Nantian showed a look of surprise. He was different from the younger generation of people in the martial arts world and had traveled to the north, so he naturally understood what this bell sound meant.

That's... the Zen temple belonging to Shaolin Temple, and it's a disaster that can destroy the temple!

"No, hurry up the mountain!"

Lu Jianxing is not a ignorant person, so he naturally understands what such a bell represents.

The more anxious he walked, he went straight to Shaoshi Mountain where Shaolin Temple was located.

Ning Zhongze followed the footsteps of several leaders at the front of the team, but his eyes were fixed on the Rose Sword in his hand.

At this time, the rose flower representing the appearance of the Five Poisons was already blooming on the scabbard, but no one around was poisoned.

Especially Ning Zhongze, who has already entered the half-step Grandmaster's combat power, can already control the blooming of this poisonous flower.

‘What does this mean?’

On the outside of the mountain road, there was no breath of life. The black shadows, like dead objects, seemed to have noticed something and kept retreating to the outside. It seemed that something on the mountain road that they feared was approaching the extreme!

When Yan Nantian and his group came to the outside of Shaolin Temple in Songshan, there was nothing strange about it except for the broken clothes and blood marks on the ground.

After looking at each other, Yan Nantian plucked up his true strength and shouted.

"Master Fang Zheng of Shaolin Temple is here? Yan Nantian asks for a meeting!"

The vast sound caused a stir in the mountains and forests in the distance, but there was nothing to be afraid of, and those unknown existences did not appear.

It did not attract the attention of everyone in front of Shaolin Temple.

‘Squeak!’

With a light sound, Fangzheng appeared in front of everyone with an unexpected look on his face.

Looking at the group of people who were not damaged in their clothes, the host master couldn't help but ask first.

"Didn't you encounter any abnormalities on the way?"

Without answering Master Fang Zheng’s question, everyone present looked at only a dozen Shaolin monks left behind Fang Zheng.

"Master! Where are the remaining monks?"

Lu Jianxing keenly noticed the abnormality in Fang Zheng's left arm, which was empty and obviously already...

"All have been extinct and reincarnation..."

He chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and Master Fang Zheng asked another question without giving up.

"You really didn't encounter any abnormalities on the way you came?"

Looking at the embarrassing monks, Yan Nantian and others frowned because it didn't look like there were enemies coming to the door.

No enemy will leave more than a dozen living people, and will help the enemy clean the battlefield. The previous bell also means that Shaolin Temple has fallen into a tragic situation where the oil is exhausted and the lights are gone.

The most important question is...whether the enemy? Where is it?!

"Not without exception!"

Ning Zhongze spoke and raised the scabbard with rose flowers in his hand.

Everyone showed some doubts, and only a few people recognized the origin of this red and blooming magic sword.

"Rose Sword?!"

Yan Nantian couldn't help but speak, looked at Ning Zhongze a few more times, and then said nothing more.

"What does this mean?"

Lu Jianxing couldn't help but ask.

"The blooming roses means the appearance of people with the five poisons or objects with the five poisons. Everyone present is an upright person and has not been poisoned, so that means..."

A solemn expression appeared on Ning Zhongze's face. She had never seen the rose mark blooming for so long. You should know that although the particles in the air can be absorbed to restore toxicity, the accumulation of poisons in the rose sword sheath was limited for a while.

Even the Sword Master cannot control the closure, which can only explain one situation!

The number of things that represent the five poisons has exceeded imagination...

"Five poisons..."

Fang Zheng remembered the appearance of those monsters again and finally confirmed what he had.

"So it's Gu!"

The screaming made the monks behind him look shocked, but they were more relieved. Since it was caused by something that could be confirmed, it was not a ghost or god...

Just as they were talking, Yan Nantian and others had no time to continue asking, a low roar and a loud roar was already ringing.

When everyone looked back, the flowers on the rose sword sheath in Ning Zhongze's hand began to gradually fade!

"not good!"

Fang Zheng first made way open the door.

"Everyone will hide in the temple first!"

The group looked at each other. Linghu Chong had washed away some of his escape after a period of experience, but at this moment, he finally couldn't help asking.

"What kind of enemy is Master Fangzheng?"

Before I could reply, I could only hear a deep shout.

"Use true power to protect your body, and there will be no omissions for a moment. If there is any inappropriateness, immediately use all true power to wander around you, otherwise there will be trouble!"

Master Fangzheng's voice was like a dusk drum and morning bell knocking on the hearts of the people present. It was obvious that the roar of the world-famous lion of Shaolin Temple had been used.

At this time, these people realized that there were already a bunch of figures surrounding them.

At this time, he was affected by the roar of a lion and he was wandering.

Behind these figures, there were constant subtle sounds coming from the woods, and obviously countless existences were rushing towards this side!
Chapter completed!