The Guangmingding Hall was filled with joy.

With the return of Lin Hao, the leader of the Ming Cult, all the masters of the Ming Cult seemed to have found their backbone and looked excited.

When Lin Hao left Guangmingding, there was no news for several years. All the experts in Guangmingding were worried and didn't know the reason.

For this reason, a fierce battle broke out in the Guangming Hall. Zhou Dian, Golden Retriever Lion King and others had strong personalities and wanted to use the power of the Ming Cult to find Lin Hao's whereabouts.

Yang Zuoshi, Dai Qisi, Leng Qian and others expressed their opposition because they firmly believed that with Lin Hao's amazing cultivation, no one in the world could hurt him in the slightest.

In the end, after a fierce fight, Yang Xiao used the magical power of shifting the universe to suppress the riot.

At the same time, a handwritten letter from Zhou Zhiruo came to Emei, confirming that nothing would happen to Lin Hao. Only then did Zhou Dian, Golden Retriever Lion King and others completely give up this impulsive idea.

"Master, now that you have returned, what are your instructions?" At this time, among the four Dharma Kings, the Green-winged Bat King stood up and said.

Of course, he is not Wei Yixiao, but an elite master selected from the Mingjiao Five Elements Banner. He is good at Qinggong and Shenfa.

In the past years, after receiving the Spiral Nine Shadow Qinggong passed down from Lin Hao in the congregation, his strength greatly increased.

Finally, after discussion with Yang Xiao, Leng Qian and others, he was promoted to one of the Four Dharma Kings, and inherited the title of Green Winged Bat King.

As for the original Wei Yixiao, all the older masters of the Ming sect knew him well, and no one ever took the initiative to mention this matter again...

Lin Hao didn't have any objections to everyone's move.

"For the next battle, you all will follow me to Shaolin!" In the Guangming Hall, under the focus of everyone's eyes, Lin Hao slowly said.

"We will obey the order of the leader!" All the masters of the Ming Cult said in unison, cupping their hands.

One day later, the news of Demon Lord Lin Hao's reappearance spread like a super bomb.

The entire world, even the government and the public, was shaken, causing unimaginable turmoil.

The capital of the Yuan Dynasty, the palace and the temple.

"Damn it, why did that devil appear again?" Emperor Dayuan's face turned livid, he threw an edict in his hand onto the main hall and gritted his teeth.

As the eldest son of the previous Great Yuan Emperor, he hated Lin Hao deeply. Over the years, what he wanted to do most was to kill Lin Hao completely.

Unfortunately, in the past few years, Lin Hao's whereabouts have been hidden, and the news has been completely lost, leaving him helpless.

There were also many negative news circulating in the world about Demon Lord Lin Hao, who went crazy and was seriously injured and died. This made Emperor Dayuan breathe a little sigh of relief.

It's a pity that all the assumptions have come to nothing now. Lin Hao has reappeared in the world. This is a fatal crisis for Emperor Yuan!

"Your Majesty, please calm down. Now that the Demon King has reappeared, we must summon King Ruyang to return as soon as possible to ensure your Majesty's safety."

In the main hall, many important officials of the Yuan Dynasty spoke one after another, all looking very nervous.

There was no way around it. The horrific scene in the past when Lin Hao forced his way into the palace and killed the previous Emperor Yuan was still a lingering nightmare for them.

"Come here, quickly order people to rush to the front line, issue an imperial edict, and quickly summon King Ruyang to return to the capital!"

The entire Great Yuan Dynasty also followed the word "Demon Lord" and became trembling again.

At this moment, not only the Great Yuan Dynasty, but also the Songshan Shaolin Temple, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Deep in the temple, in an ancient temple hall, Abbot Kong Wen and the eminent monks of Bodhidharma Academy gathered around each other with solemn expressions and remained silent to each other.

"Amitabha, in a few days, we, Shaolin, will face the greatest disaster in history. I hope you will all work together to defend against the powerful enemy."

After a while, Abbot Kong Wen clasped his hands together and spoke in a low voice.

"We are willing to advance and retreat together with Shaolin!" All the eminent monks shouted in unison.

At the same time, behind the ancient temple of Shaolin Temple, in a certain forbidden area, three old monks were sitting cross-legged, on the remote bluestone, silent and unmoving.

After a while, the old monk in gray clothes opened his eyes and sighed: "This day has finally come..."

On the Golden Summit of Emei, on the top of the mountain, a beautiful figure in purple stands quietly. She has a beautiful face and aloof temperament, just like a pure purple lotus, cold, arrogant and stunning.

At this moment, she was looking towards the sky, her beautiful eyes twinkling.

"Brother Lin, you finally showed up, and I knew that nothing would happen to you. You once said that you would promise me a glorious life. But now, I am qualified to take over everything!"

"You wait for me. After I conquer Shaolin, I will go over to see you right away." After a while, the beautiful figure in purple murmured to herself.

Several years have passed by, and now Xiao Zhiruo can finally stand alone and take over the world on behalf of his master!

In the world of martial arts, the storm is surging, and many powerful sects have focused their attention on Shaolin. Everyone knows that a real battle for the supremacy of martial arts is finally about to begin.

Three days passed quickly, and many major factions came bravely to gather in Shaolin.

Of course, these forces and sects are just passers-by. The real core forces are the three giants of Emei, Wudang, and the Beggars Gang.

Surrounded by many people from all walks of life, Emei headmaster Zhou Zhiruo walked alone in front of the Shaolin gate. Standing beside her were two handsome young men.

These two people are Wudang Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji. In the past few years, they have relied on Tiancan Magic and Nine Yang Magic to rise strongly and dominate the world. After the Seven Heroes, they are known as the two heroes of Wudang.

And the three of them can be regarded as the most amazing and outstanding young masters in the martial arts today.

"Amitabha, all friends from all walks of life have come from afar. I have not come far to welcome you, but I still hope to atone for my sins."

At this time, a Buddhist message sounded, and Abbot Kong Wen, surrounded by many eminent monks in Shaolin, slowly walked out of the Shaolin gate.

"Abbot Kong Wen, if you want to be polite, you don't need much. I, Emei, am here today to challenge you in Shaolin. If you have any special skills, show them. I, Zhou Zhiruo, will take them all by myself."

Faced with Abbot Kongwen's kind attitude, Zhou Zhiruo had no expression on her face. After looking around at the many eminent monks in Shaolin, she spoke coldly.

There was an uproar! In front of the Shaolin gate, many leaders of the Jianghu forces were shocked. They never thought that the Emei headmaster would be so strong and merciless when facing a thousand-year-old sect like Shaolin!

"Um... Master Zhou, peace is the most important thing in everything. I, Shaolin, have no intention of competing with you, Emei, for the throne of the leader of the martial arts world. I hope you will put the peace of justice in the world as your top priority."

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo, who was exuding a cold aura, Abbot Kongwen had to force out a smile on his stiff face.

Even though he had anticipated the critical changes in Shaolin today, he never imagined that the situation would be so urgent!

This Emei headmaster, Zhou Zhiruo, is already so powerful even before he has stepped into the main gate of Shaolin. God knows what kind of storm Shaolin will endure in the future.

No one in the world knows how deep the water in Shaolin is.

The world's martial arts comes from Shaolin!

One sentence conveys the majesty of Shaolin.

But today, this great sect that has been passed down for thousands of years has suffered the most terrifying impact.

Three generations of giants from Emei, the Beggar Clan, and Wudang came to Shaolin with great force.

Even though he knew all about Shaolin and was prepared, he still felt deeply uneasy.

"Abbot Kong Wen, stop talking nonsense. Since sister Zhiruo has asked Shaolin to take action, let's do it quickly. Many heroes in the world are waiting to see."

At this time, Song Qingshu, who was standing behind Zhou Zhiruo, stepped forward and sneered.

In this life, under the cultivation of Lin Hao, he has cultivated the Tiancan Divine Art to a very advanced level. In terms of attack and body skills, few people in the world can match it.

Today he came in person to help Emei, so naturally he would not be polite in any way.

Moreover, Song Qingshu has long been unofficially designated as the next leader of Wudang. Compared to the founder of Wudang, Zhang Zhenren, the Seven Heroes and others who are low-key and tolerant, Song Qingshu is also a decisive person.

He has never had any good impression of the Shaolin faction!

"Song Shaoxia, are you Wudang... so aggressive that you want to attack Shaolin?" Seeing this scene, Abbot Kongwen looked ugly and gritted his teeth.

Emei Zhou Zhiruo has already made Shaolin feel like a formidable enemy, and now Wudang has jumped out so forcefully and wants to target Shaolin, which makes him feel even more miserable.

The current style of Wudang is completely different from the low-key and restrained style of the past.

Especially the Song Qingshu in front of him was fierce and sharp.

"The unification of the world is a foregone conclusion. If Shaolin wants to buck the trend, Wudang will naturally take action. And now Wudang, I have the final say. Abbot Kong Wen, don't make any quibbles."

Song Qingshu sneered, Emei, the Beggar Clan, and Wudang were the three major commanders of the world, and the general trend was inevitable.

And as someone who was cultivated by Lin Hao in the past, he deeply understood that behind these three factions, there was Lin Hao's shadow.

Coupled with the overwhelming power of the Ming Cult in the dark, under such a general situation, he naturally knows what to do.

Boom! As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, a violent and sharp aura burst out from his body. In an instant, the faces of everyone headed by Abbot Kong Wen suddenly changed and they quickly retreated.

"Amitabha, since you and others are forcing each other like this, then I, Shaolin, can only passively fight back. Shaolin disciples will form formations!"

Under such a tense situation, Abbot Kong Wen's face turned pale, and then he said a Buddha's name and shouted.

Buzz! In an instant, behind him, more than a dozen figures flew out of the gate of the Shaolin Temple, each of them showing a light golden color, flowing luster, and fierce aura.

At this time, they were holding long vajra sticks. As soon as they appeared, they formed a special formation and blocked Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu, and Zhang Wuji in front of them.

"This is...the legendary Eighteen Bronze Man Formation of Shaolin Temple!"

"I didn't expect that this great formation, which had been dormant for hundreds of years, would reappear. It seems that Shaolin was really forced into a desperate situation this time."

Outside the gate of Shaolin, many forces in the world looked shocked and talked a lot. They were obviously surprised by this legendary formation of Shaolin.

However, anyone with a discerning eye can understand that this is just Shaolin’s final life-and-death struggle.

Emei, Wudang, and the Beggar Clan have not yet entered the gates of Shaolin, but the latter has been forced to use their inner strength. Comparing the two, it can be seen how passive they are.

"Is there a grand formation of the Eighteen Shaolin Bronzemen? I heard Brother Lin mention it before, so now I want to see it." In front of the grand formation, Zhou Zhiruo's pretty face was cold, and a cold light flashed across her beautiful eyes.

The next moment, her figure flashed, like a purple lightning bolt, and she rushed into the formation of eighteen bronze men and fought fiercely with them.

At the same time, in her hand, a long whip roared like a white python dancing. Wherever it went, the energy roared and swept across everything.
To be continued...