"Clang!" "Ping Ping Pong!"

"Change clang!"

The ghost light sword collided with the wing bones of the blood-colored bat, making waves of metal-like clanging sounds, and sparks splattered everywhere. Although these blood-colored bats were only as big as a palm, their strength was very strong. Each one was comparable to the first-class innate realm level, and some dark red ones even reached the quasi-overlord level.

Ye Xing was very glad that he reacted quickly and closed the stone gate. Otherwise, he would not have faced the few dozen blood-colored bats in front of him, but the hundreds of even more blood-colored bats that were emerging in the tomb.

"Swish!" "Puff!"

"Puff!"

"Qingyun Sword Technique" is extremely sharp and unpredictable. The sword-track level at the Great Perfection Realm has even transformed into terrifying power in Ye Xing's hands. Every time he draws a sword, he can basically stab a blood-colored bat to death in an extremely accurate way.

While using the "Qingyun Sword Technique", Ye Xing also supported a layer of Buddhist golden bell cover. The scriptures surged around him, surrounding Ye Xing, emitting a brilliant golden light, and the surface of the scriptures was burning with the burning Nine Yang True Fire. When the blood-colored bat approached the Nine Yang True Fire in the scriptures, it would be burned and screaming in pain.

Ye Xing used the Buddhist golden bell cover as defense and the "Qingyun Sword Technique" as an offensive method. As time passed, blood-colored bats were killed and shot down to the ground.

In about half a stick of incense, dozens of blood-colored bats have been killed by Ye Xing.

The entire passage was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Ye Xing's eyes were filled with fear. He looked at the black stone door in front of him, and immediately turned around and ran towards the outside of the passage.

"This underground tomb is too dangerous. God knows that something else will come out. I have to escape from here quickly!"

After the life-and-death battle just now, Ye Xing walked around in front of the Gate of Hell, and he no longer wanted to take risks. He just wanted to escape from this gloomy ancient tomb as soon as possible.

The passage was dark and long. Ye Xing stepped on the Eight Steps of the Demon Heaven, and his figure turned into afterimages like a ghost. In a short while, he approached the entrance of the cave. There was light outside at the entrance, which was quite bright.

Suddenly, Ye Xing's figure suddenly stopped and his eyes looked at the stone steps at the entrance of the cave.

I saw a figure lying on the stone steps. It was a bald monk wearing a cassock and covered in blood. There was a bloody hole the monk had on his chest as big as a fist, as if his heart had been hollowed out. He was dying, and he had more breathing and less breathing.

"Abbot Kongyun!"

Ye Xing's face suddenly changed, and he immediately walked forward quickly, helped Abbot Kongyun up from the ground, and then quickly activated Lei Xinchunmu to help Abbot Kongyun treat his injuries.

With Ye Xing's help, Abbot Kongyun gradually recovered a little strength, but his vitality was still passing by quickly.

"Amitabha, thank you... Donor Ye, I'm afraid I'm unable to turn the world away..." Abbot Kong Yun said pale and extremely weakly.

"Abbot, what's going on outside now? Your injury..." Ye Xing looked at the red blood on Abbot Kongyun's body, especially the blood hole in his chest, and his heart was hollowed out. He was indeed unable to recover. The methods of the attacker were extremely vicious.

"The catastrophe...the catastrophe..." Master Kongyun, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, sighed grief, looked at Ye Xing, and murmured: "The leader of the Holy Fire Sect, the Rising Sun and the East Victory, the Emperor of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Huangfu Xiongtu, and Nangong Wudi and others colluded with the Moon Cult, and suddenly killed him. My name and Taoist Master Qing Yang were all seriously injured. The entire martial arts alliance fell apart and was tragically slaughtered... It's over...the catastrophe of the martial arts..."

"It's indeed the four of them!" A cold light flashed in Ye Xing's eyes.

"Xu Ri Dongsheng and others are ambitions. In order to divide the martial arts world, they colluded with the Moon Sect and secretly planned for decades. Now that they suddenly attack, the entire martial arts world may suffer the consequences!" Abbot Kong Yun said in a deep voice: "Among the top supreme emperors, Emperor Donghua and the Lord of Youyue Palace have fallen one after another. I cannot escape death today, and Master Qingyang is even more uncertain. Looking at the martial arts world, only you, City Lord Ye, can compete with the Master of Worshiping Moon Sect and the Dongsheng level. I hope that you can take on this burden, unite with other righteous people to resist the Moon Sect and the Dongsheng."

"Don't worry, abbot, I won't let them succeed!" Ye Xing said in a deep voice.

"Amitabha, with the words of City Lord Ye, I will be able to rest in peace." Abbot Kongyun clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name. The scriptures all over his body floated, and suddenly a blazing flames burned.

"Abbot Kongyun, you are--" Ye Xing's face was shocked.

"Amitabha, the golden body of Lord Ye has reached the peak of the overlord of the horizontal training. My useless body will pass away and may help Lord Ye with his help!"

Abbot Kongyun's face was peaceful, his hands were folded, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was reciting obscure and ancient scriptures. His whole body was completely wrapped in Buddha fire, and red and golden flames were burning in the dark cave.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the Buddha's fire gradually dissipated, and Abbot Kongyun passed away completely, leaving only the ashes on one floor and a Buddhist relics condensed from his lifelong cultivation.

The relic as big as a finger was suspended in the air and emitted a brilliant golden light.

After putting Abbot Kongyun's ashes into the jade bottle, Ye Xing was in a heavy mood when he looked at the golden relics in front of him.

Because this relic is not an ordinary relic, it is a heavy responsibility!

Wuliangshan Shaolin Temple has always been the Beidou of Mount Tai in the martial arts world. Abbot Kongyun assumes the responsibility of the leader of the righteous path, protecting the stability and peace of the martial arts world like a magic needle. However, now a generation of monks has passed away. Without this deterrence, many evil devils must be ready to move, not to mention that the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, Xu Ri Dongsheng and others have caused trouble to the Central Plains. There is no doubt that the entire martial arts continent will definitely fall into a turbulent era.

Ye Xing sighed slightly and put Master Kongyun's relics into his palm. Perhaps the road ahead is difficult, but Ye Xing must continue. Whether for his own Baiyun City or for the righteous path in the martial arts world, Ye Xing must find a way to eliminate the conspiracy of the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, Xu Ri Dongsheng and others.

Since he took on this responsibility, Ye Xing immediately did not act pretentiously and began to urge the magical skill "Nine Turns of Golden Body" to absorb the energy from Buddhist relics.

Relics are extremely precious treasures, and not all monks can stay after their death. Only monks and monks who condense their golden bodies and have a deep understanding of Buddhist scriptures are qualified to condense Buddhist relics after their death.
Chapter completed!