Above the desert, another group of people were running wildly.

Everyone was wrapped in a black cloak with a hood, and the leader had his face covered with a black cotton towel. The leader glanced forward and suddenly pulled Zi Yanliu under his crotch.

"Brother, are you here?" The people around him hurriedly grabbed the horse, and one of them pulled up his hood, revealing a young face, "This journey has really exhausted me."

The leader ignored him and just took out a parchment from his arms. After opening it and comparing the trend of the mountains and rivers in front of him, he looked at it carefully before nodding slightly: "This is it. It's five miles ahead.

It’s Khotan. Several masters from Jiulong Temple should have arrived.”

"Brother, is this monk really that important? Running all the way, day and night, has exhausted me." The young man stepped forward and asked.

"After Wangyou became a demon and died, Shaolin sent monks to Hanshan Temple, only to find that the Rakshasa Hall had been secretly burned by Wangyou, and the thirty-two secret books were reduced to ashes. The only person left in the world who can restore this secret book is

Monk Wu Xin is alone. If Xue Yuecheng hadn't taken the lead, who in the world of martial arts wouldn't want this monk?" The leader silently put away the map.

"But this Rakshasa Hall martial arts is a secret book of Buddhism, either from Shaolin or Yunlin. It's not our Wushuang City's turn. If we snatch this secret book, won't we attract monks from all over the world to attack us?" the young man said confused.

"You are right. There are countless secret skills in the world. The thirty-two secret skills in the Rakshasa Hall are indeed exquisite, but they are not of my category. It is useless to snatch them." The leader nodded.

The young man smiled proudly. It was not easy to win the praise of the senior brother who never pretended to be false.

"But..." the leader suddenly said, "that monk is not just that simple."

"Does this monk have any special background?" the young man asked confused.

"Have you ever heard of the name Ye Dingzhi?" the leader asked.

"Brother, please don't tease me. No matter how bad I am, how can I never hear the name of the leader of the Demon Cult? Twelve years ago, the Demon Cult marched eastward and almost defeated half of Beili. It is said that at that time, all he had to do was shout to a six-year-old child

: Ye Dingzhi is here! You can scare him to tears. Among us, who hasn’t grown up listening to Ye Dingzhi’s stories? Although he is a devil, he is also a once-in-a-century wizard." Young

The man laughed.

"Twelve years ago, during the Demon Sect's Eastern Expedition, Ye Dingzhi fought all the way to the Tianqi Imperial City. He fought against all the masters in the world but failed to meet his opponent. Later, he lost by only half a move to a man who was just an ordinary disciple of Xueyue City at that time.

Baili Dongjun was later besieged by seven sects and died of exhaustion. But the Demon Sect was still able to fight in the end, but the leader was dead, so they made an agreement with the Central Plains martial arts community not to set foot in the northern half of the country for twelve years.

Step." The leader said.

"I know this, it's a promise made by a river and a mountain! Storytellers on the street are tired of talking about it." The young man interjected.

"Yes, but what the storyteller didn't know was that the agreement also contained a proton. It was Ye Dingzhi's child, a five-year-old boy. It is said that the boy had the demeanor of Ye Dingzhi when he was young and was extremely intelligent. Although

He was only five years old, but he was already able to compete with the elders of the Demon Sect. Many parties fought for the child, including Xueyue City, Shaolin Temple and our Wushuang City, all wanted the child. But in the end, it was Wangyou from Hanshan Temple who took away the monk.

Although Hanshan Temple is only a small temple, Wangyou is recognized as a major Zen master in the world. Since he is willing to take this hot potato, other sects are naturally willing to do so. He is afraid that people in the world will care about him if he lets it go, and he is afraid of the benefits if he lets it go to others.

If someone else takes advantage of someone else, it is naturally the best for someone like Wangyou to stand up to the world. But it is also strange for Wangyou to open a Rakshasa Hall for the son of the leader of the demon sect." The leader seemed dissatisfied.

He was in a hurry and said slowly.

"So our purpose of robbing this monk this time is..." The young man frowned.

"First, return the martial arts items in the Rakshasa Hall to their original owners, be it Shaolin or Jiulong Temple, and return them to the Buddhist sects of the world. And this Wu Xin, return them to Wushuang City. This time they cannot be robbed by Xue Yue City.

Go. Before Xueyue City was established, our Wushuang City was truly unparalleled in the world. What about now? The old men are holding their breath. This breath, we in this generation will strive to get back." The leader looked forward.

"Seven major disciples of Jiulong Temple took action together, but they couldn't trap him?" The young man asked suddenly, not immersed in the leader's heroic spirit.

"Jiulong Temple is actually not good at martial arts. It only has the secret True Form Arhat Formation, which is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. However, the current abbot, Zen Master Dajue, is the most accomplished monk in martial arts since the establishment of Jiulong Temple. I heard Master

He said that Zen Master Dajue has mastered the magical power of indestructibility."

"The magical power of Vajra Indestructibility? It is indestructible, indestructible to all poisons, indestructible, and invincible. It is one of the ten secrets of Buddhism. It is said that no monk in Shaolin Temple has mastered it. How can you still trap Na Wuxin like this?" The young man was surprised.

road.

"Whether we are sleepy or not, we won't know until we go. We have been traveling for three days and three nights, and now when we are only five miles away from Khotan, I stopped to say this to you.

Do you know why?" The leader turned to ask him.

"Senior brother is always unpredictable. Junior brother, I can't figure it out." The young man scratched his head.

"Although I don't want to admit it, Master said that you are the most talented person in Wushuang City in a hundred years. If Wushuang City wants to regain the No. 1 spot in the world, it can only rely on you. So in this battle, senior brother hopes that you can do your best.

Let’s go.” The leader pulled the reins of his horse and shouted to the people behind him, “The Kingdom of Khotan is ahead of us, keep going!”

After saying that, he flicked the horse's reins and drove away.

The young man was stunned, and then hurriedly waved his riding whip. His equestrian skills didn't seem to be very good. He had always been at the back of the team before, and it took a lot of effort to finally catch up.

Seeing that the young man was panting from exhaustion, the leader frowned and said, "What else do you want to ask?"

"I just want to ask, why didn't you tell me before departure and why you told me when we were almost there?" the young man asked breathlessly.

"Senior brother..." The leader looked at the confused look on the young man's face. He thought of the junior brother's daily behavior and sighed, "I'm afraid you forgot on the way..."

"That's it. It makes sense!" The young man looked like he suddenly understood.

The leader turned his head and sighed heavily in his heart: Does my century-old foundation of Wushuang City really depend on such an idiot?

"Is this the magical power of indestructibility that Wangyou said?" Wuxin jumped up to Zen Master Dajue and punched him. He heard a "dong" sound, as if he had hit a copper wall. He was stunned for a moment.

, took another step back.

"How is it?" Lei Wujie asked him.

"It hurts!" Wu Xin shook his hands vigorously and grinned.

"Hahaha, do you want me to teach you Wu Fang Fist? Before the punch arrives, the Qi will arrive first, so you won't feel any pain." Lei Wujie said with a smile.

"The magical power of Vajra Indestructibility consumes a lot of internal energy. Although Dajue has a good level of cultivation, he is already seventy years old after all. If you drag him away, you cannot confront him head-on." Xiao Se said.

"I'm afraid this trick won't work either." Wu Xin shook his head, but saw the other five monks over there, as well as the Huanxi monk Dapu who had just been seriously injured and fell to the ground, all trying to stand up. The six monks sat in a row, closed their eyes, and said in their mouths

They were chanting sutras in a low voice, while Dajue stood in front of them, his cassocks flying.

"This is..." Xiao Se frowned.

"The last formation of the True Arhat Formation, the Arhats have returned to unity. At this time, all the internal energy of the seven people is in Dajue. If it is to be exhausted, I am afraid that I will be exhausted first." Although Wu Xin's words were not easy to say, but his face

But there was still a smile on his face.

"Then what are your plans?" Xiao Se didn't panic. The monk looked like he still had a lot of unused skills. It was hard to say whether the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill and the True Form Arhat Formation could trap him.

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"If he wants to make that Daluo Vajra, I will beat him until his Vajra breaks! Is the Vajra not broken? I will beat you until your soul is destroyed!" Wuxin suddenly stopped smiling, stepped forward again, and punched Zen Master Dajue.

, a "boom" sound.

Another punch! Another punch! Wuxin threw dozens of punches in a rage.

Zen Master Dajue remained motionless, but raised his brows slightly: "Great soul-searching hand?"

Wu Xin was a completely different person at this time. His previous elegance and calmness were gone, but instead he was fierce. His fist energy was so strong that the temple behind him almost crumbled. He drank: "Dajue, do you know why my master became a demon?"

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Dajue clasped his hands together and said nothing, just allowing himself to be hit unintentionally, but his expression did not change.

"It was you and other false Buddhas who drove you into the devil!" Wu Xin shouted violently. The bodies of the six monks behind Dajue shook slightly, their brows furrowed more tightly, and they chanted Buddhist sutras more and more rapidly.

"Master said that I was born with a devil's heart and that I was destined to be unable to live without Buddha in this life, so he asked me to enter the Rakshasa Hall and transform from a devil into a Buddha. But if you have such a strong desire to kill devils, how are you different from the devils?"

"You and I are both mortal." Zen Master Dajue sighed softly, shook his shoulders, and pushed Wu Xin back. He finally took action.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Rensun put down the knife in his hand.

"You are so eager to kill demons, how are you different from demons!" This unintentional shout echoed down the mountain.

Wu Chan also withdrew his hand, clasped his hands together, and whispered the Buddha's name. The same words he had heard him say when he first met Wu Xin. At this time, the gray monk's robe on his body had been beaten to tatters, which was quite disturbing.

He was embarrassed. Tang Lian beside him seemed to be in even worse condition. Hidden weapons fell all around him. Each of them was famous in the world, but they couldn't break through Wang Rensun's Sky-Shattering Knife.

And they all knew that although they were beaten into a mess, Wang Rensun had already shown mercy, otherwise their lives would have been spared.

"Have you found the answer to the question?" Wang Rensun suddenly asked.

Wu Chan and Tang Lian looked at each other and said nothing.

Wang Rensun suddenly smiled, swung the knife in his hand hard, and flew straight up the hillside. At that moment, Tang Lian finally felt that the legendary martial arts myth was completely reappearing in front of his eyes.

Cut the whole sky into pieces with one knife!

Zen Master Dajue on the mountain turned around suddenly and shouted angrily to the sky: "Wang Rensun!"

The knife shot out of the air!

Zen Master Dajue punched out, and the fist and the knife collided!

The knife turned back in an instant.

Zen Master Dajue spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Rensun took back the knife in his hand at the foot of the mountain, but his face was pale, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. He picked up the knife and walked in the opposite direction of the hillside. When he passed by Wu Chan and Tang Lian, he said softly
Chapter completed!