Meng Wuhen completely woke up, and he knew what kind of opponent he was going to face.
As Zhao Qingzhu charged out, he suddenly changed direction and fled away. His sudden move made the dozens of Qingyun Sect disciples who followed him stunned for a moment, then they suddenly realized and fled in a rush.
Zhao Qingzhu didn't expect that Meng Wuhen would escape without a fight. He didn't come back to his senses until Meng Wuhen disappeared without a trace.
When he came back to his senses, except for the people from Qingzhu Town, all the Qingyun Sect disciples who had followed Meng Wuhen were not left in front of the Qinggong Gate, and they had all escaped.
Zhao Qingzhu surprisingly did not chase after him, but looked unblinkingly at the direction where Meng Wuhen disappeared.
In the main hall, the middle-aged man who took Tianqiu's pulse came out, stood next to Zhao Qingzhu and said softly: "He is dead."
"Um."
Zhao Qingzhu nodded, then turned around silently. There was no trace of life in Tianqiu's body anymore, and there was a smile on his face that looked extremely energetic after looking back.
No one knew whether his smile appeared because his life was freed or because his mission was completed.
But that's not important anymore. What's important is that in the last days of his life, he became Zhao Qingzhu's brother.
The cry of "big brother" before death was not artificial or pretentious.
And it was this simple word "big brother" that unintentionally ignited the war between the sects of Beidou Continent.
Qingyun Sect was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. It was bloodbathed overnight, leaving no chickens or dogs behind!
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Three days later, Meng Wuhen returned to Qingyun Peak. After receiving the news of Meng Wuhen's return, tens of thousands of Qingyun Sect disciples all gathered at the Qingyun Peak martial arts field. Among these tens of thousands of disciples, not all of them followed Meng Wuhen willingly.
People rebelled, but under the threat of their powerful force, they had to join in this treasonous act.
Meng Wuhen, who returned to Qingyun Peak, put away the embarrassment of escaping from Qingzhu Town, walked with head high on the avenue that tens of thousands of disciples had given way to, and walked towards the main hall gate with head high.
This position has always been the place where the Qingyun Sect's Grand Master issues orders to the Qingyun Sect. Even the nineteen powerful elders only appear occasionally.
Now, all seventeen elders were seriously injured, and the Grand Master was killed by him himself. He was the only one in the Qingyun Sect who was the supreme leader.
Slowly walking to the steps in front of the main hall door, Meng Wuhen suddenly turned around and took out the Qingyun Token that he had taken from the Grand Master. The Qingyun Token, the token that only the Grand Masters of the Qingyun Sect could possess in the past generations, was in the Qingyun Sect.
Symbolizes supreme status.
While Qingyun Ling was raised high, tens of thousands of disciples on the martial arts field all knelt down in order and shouted in unison: "Great Master, Great Master, Great Master..."
The loud voice resounded through Qingyun Peak and echoed for a long time. Meng Wuhen instantly forgot about the embarrassment in Qingzhu Town, and a proud smile gradually bloomed on his face.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Brothers, a new era for the Qingyun Sect is coming. Together, you and I will definitely create the unprecedented glory of the Qingyun Sect. The torrent of the great era will also spread to the entire Beidou Continent with us as the center."
After a slight pause, Meng Wuhen suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Supreme!"
"Supreme...Supreme...Supreme..."
Amidst the loud roars that resounded throughout the world, in a damp dungeon in Qingyun Peak, Master Ku Chan sat cross-legged, and the pink Zen-hearted little monk blinked his big, watery eyes, completely unaware of what kind of situation they were in.
Hearing the constant roars outside, Zenxin finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and asked: "Master, why is it so noisy outside?"
Master Kuchan slowly opened his eyes, then shook his head, "Why didn't Master hear you?"
"No way," Zen Xin blinked again and said, "Zen Xin clearly heard it."
"Then listen again."
"oh."
Zenxin really pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After a while, he suddenly grinned and said, "It's really not true."
"Let's meditate!" Master Kuchan looked at the little monk dotingly and closed his eyes again, lost in thought.
Zen Xin was also very obedient. He sat cross-legged opposite Ku Chan, clasped his little hands together, and muttered something. He looked very cute.
"Clang!"
The cell door suddenly opened, and Meng Wuhen walked in with a gloomy face.
The little monk didn't get up, nor did he open his eyes. He was still mumbling something.
At this point, the old monk couldn't hold it back anymore and opened his eyes that he had just closed again.
Meng Wuhen said nothing and walked back and forth in the damp cell several times. The old monk didn't speak either, and his eyes moved as he walked back and forth.
Time passes slowly, and the time for a cup of tea flies by.
Meng Wuhen stopped walking, turned around and looked at Master Kuchan without blinking, "Master, have you ever met a strong person from the mainland who has cultivated the small world of the Divine Sea?"
"Um?"
The old monk was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said: "There are hundreds of races and thousands of sects on the mainland. There are naturally strong people who have cultivated the small world of the sea of gods, but this poor monk has never met him!"
Meng Wuhen approached Master Kuchan with a deadpan smile and said, "I think that's the master."
"If the poor monk cultivates into the small world of Shenhai, I am afraid that this small cell will not be able to trap my master and disciple." Master Kuchan raised his head and looked at Meng Wuhen who was approaching, and then said lightly: "Did the donor meet such a strong person?
.”
Meng Wuhen did not hesitate and nodded: "I did meet such a strong man, and it is precisely because of meeting me that I want to become stronger. Do you know that when I came to see the master, I had already
All seventeen elders who were promoted to the position of Grand Master were killed. Master, do you think they should be killed? They should be killed. Hahaha, I not only killed them, but also absorbed all their skills. So, I feel
My whole body is about to explode now, and I can’t wait to find a strong person to vent my anger. Master, as a monk, you are compassionate and won’t refuse!"
Meng Wuhen's words had just finished. He was sitting cross-legged, and his Zen mind that had been chanting suddenly stopped. Then he turned around quickly and slapped Meng Wuhen with a palm from the air.
"Zen mind is not allowed!"
The sudden action of the young monk Zen Xin made Master Ku Chan look horrified. But he was still a step too late. When he heard that Meng Wuhen wanted to attack his teacher, the young monk changed his pink face, and his watery big eyes
There was a strong aura of violence in his eyes.
Bang!
A crashing sound that shook the entire dungeon suddenly came out, and Meng Wuhen, who was caught off guard, was hit in the front by a palm. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was completely smashed out.
There was a loud bang, and Meng Wuhen was hit hard, smashing the other cell to pieces.
However, Meng Wuhen seemed to be unconscious, slowly stood up from the ruins, then raised his head, laughed uncontrollably and said: "The young monk is so strong, the old monk should be stronger, hahaha
…”
Amidst the laughter, his figure flashed out, leaving an afterimage in the air, and appeared in front of the little monk.
At this critical moment, the old monk burst out of the air. With his hands clasped together, his eyes suddenly opened. His cassock automatically swelled up like a tent without any wind.
"Daluo King Kong!"
With a loud shout, the old monk's eyes suddenly opened and he stretched out both palms, rolling up the thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the dungeon, and slammed into Meng Wuhen.
Meng Wuhen did not dodge or evade, and even fought hard with force, punching out his fists to confront the old monk!
boom…
With an earth-shaking loud noise, the dungeon collapsed, and the terrifying air wave after the two collided broke through the surface and went straight into the sky.
"Hahaha…"
While the violent energy was raging, Meng Wuhen laughed crazily, his long hair flying wildly with the raging energy, and his robes made a hunting sound in the violent energy. Those tiger eyes were full of hatred.
The infinite desire for power.
Terrifying energy continued to burst out from the two people's bodies, gradually forming a terrifying vortex around them. The vortex rotated crazily, rolling up the garbage in the collapsed dungeon and flying into the sky.
This is a pure showdown of strength. Meng Wuhen, who has absorbed the skills of seventeen elders, just wants to release the power in his body that is so violent that it makes him explode without reservation.
After all, Master Ku Chan is an old antique who has survived for hundreds of years. He has profound skills and is not comparable to ordinary warriors. But at this moment, Meng Wuhen is no ordinary person. He has absorbed all the skills of seventeen elders and has the upper hand. He is even more powerful than the old monk.
Greedily absorbing his power during the duel.
The old monk naturally discovered that Meng Wuhen was absorbing his power, but he could not get away, being pulled by a powerful invisible force. No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail.
Finally, the old monk gradually gave up and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Hahaha…"
Meng Wuhen, who greedily devoured the power of the old monk, kept laughing. He knew very well that if he wanted to be an enemy of the strong man who had cultivated the small world of the divine sea, he must cultivate the small world of the divine sea. And in the shortest time, he must cultivate the small world of the divine sea.
In a small world, the only shortcut is to absorb the power of other strong people.
"puff…"
In the end, the old monk couldn't bear the crazy flow of power in his body. As most of the power was absorbed by Meng Wuhen, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Then Meng Wuhen took the opportunity to use his strength and was so shocked that he hit him behind him.
ruins.
"Master!"
Zen Xin, who couldn't get close because of the whirlpool of power generated by the duel between the two, saw the old monk smashing out and quickly dodged over. However, as soon as he dodged in front of the old monk, the old monk slapped him on the body without saying a word.
The unprepared Zen Heart was hit hard, and the powerful impact threw him high into the sky, thousands of feet high in the air!
"Haha, you old guys are so hypocritical!"
Seeing the old monk knocking out his Zen heart, Meng Wuhen came to the old monk in a flash, grinning bloodthirstyly and said: "Do you think you can make him leave Qingyun Peak like this? Hahaha, give up this heart, old man
Bald donkey, how could I let the young monk leave? Not only will I not let him leave, but after killing you two masters and disciples, I will level the Longyin Temple with lightning speed."
"you…"
"Go to hell!"
Without giving the old monk a chance to speak, Meng Wuhen punched him hard.
Bang!
Before the fist even touched the old monk, the old monk's head exploded, and the rising blood mist dyed Meng Wuhen into a bloody man, like a demon walking out of hell, ferocious and terrifying.
After killing the old monk with one punch, Meng Wuhen slowly raised his fist. Looking at the blood on his fist, he grinned and raised his head with a ferocious smile, "Star Absorbing Technique, a good thing, hahahaha..."