Flying flowers streak across the sky, soaring among the mountains and rivers.
"Captain, is there something wrong with what we do?"
"What does it matter? No one will say it anyway."
"But, they will be thinking about it, right?"
"So what, do you care about us? How about we do it again?"
"Don't……"
"Why, you don't like it, then I'll find someone else to do it."
"...Captain, do you think our conversation is weird and might be misunderstood by others?"
Zhou Ming and Qin Wumeng stood on the huge red petals, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers below, and the infinitely beautiful scenery.
After a brief discussion at the inn, everyone decided that the two members of the Fangyuan team would go first to Yunhe Temple, while the expedition team took the newcomers and Shangguan Nianci on their way slowly.
"Why, are you still worried that the newcomer's normal mission plot will be ruined because of us?"
Zhou Ming had a conversation with his only team member and couldn't help but smile when he found that she still had not resolved her knot.
Qin Wumeng always felt that the process of the newcomers coming into contact with Shangguan Nianci and looking for Shangguan Wuji should be an important plot and an opportunity for the Lord God to give the newcomers a lot of reward points and combat experience.
Now this important plot has been forcibly intervened by the seniors and directly erased. Then the battles and gains that the newcomers may have encountered along the way have also been reduced to zero. Is this unfair to the newcomers?
"Your mentality has not changed yet. We are reincarnations. Whether it is you, me, or newcomers, there is always no shortage of opportunities in the Lord God Space. Living is the most important thing."
"It doesn't matter. Just be patient and watch. You will understand the world of this plot."
Zhou Ming didn't explain much. This kind of thing doesn't need to be explained too much. Those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will not understand no matter how much they talk.
"Ahead is Yunhe Temple."
Looking down, Zhou Ming saw the temple in the mountain and immediately controlled the flying flowers to land downwards.
However, before he could land, the roof of the main hall, the largest in the middle of the temple, suddenly broke open, forming a huge palm print.
At the same time, a strong force of energy shot straight into the sky and crashed into the falling flying flowers.
Zhou Ming drew his sword and cut it down, activated the King of Sword Gu, and the sword energy was like a waterfall. The sword force washed away the force of the palm, and he looked through the big hole and looked into the main hall.
"Another master is here! Hahahaha!"
They saw a tall, nine-foot-tall man who was as tall as a black iron tower. He opened his big hands like cattail leaf fans, laughed wildly, and slapped an old monk with his palm.
The old monk was thin and short, and his head was not as big as the hand of a strong man. However, he was not afraid of the strong man, did not dodge or evade, and received the palm with his head.
clang!
Just like the echo of a temple bell, the walls of the main hall were shaken and buzzed. The old monk stood motionless, but the big man took three steps back, leaving three deep footprints on the ground.
"Good! What a Fudo Myoyo golden bell!"
The big man laughed heartily, jumped at him, and slammed into the old monk with a leaning body.
The old monk sighed softly, with a compassionate face, raised his right hand, made a flower-twisting gesture with his fingers, and pressed it against the big man's chest.
This seal caused a strong wind in the hall, and the surrounding air was quickly evacuated. All the energy gathered on the fingertips of the old monk making the seal, turning into a powerful and terrifying attack.
Both of them didn't dodge or dodge, and they all ran into each other as if they were both going to die together.
But at this moment, the old monk's face suddenly changed, and a look of sadness appeared in his compassionate eyes.
The state of mind was broken, and the power was immediately broken. The flower seal in the hand could not control the extreme concentration of strength, and scattered, and the power immediately dropped by five levels.
But the dirty man had already rushed towards him, with a ferocious smile on his face and a murderous intent, and he hit the old monk hard with his fists.
Unable to avoid or stop it, the old monk saw in his heart the scene of himself being hit by this punch and being seriously injured. A flash of panic flashed across his eyes, but it immediately turned into sadness, and then returned to the calmness of indifference to life and death.
"Amitabha." The old monk recited silently in his heart.
Boom!
The big man's fists smashed down, but they failed to hit the old monk.
Between the two of them, a flower made of gold and iron suddenly appeared. It protected the old monk tightly and completely withstood the force of the big man's punch. It only crushed the lowered floor tiles and sank a few inches into the ground.
"What!" The big man was startled and heard a woman's scream behind him.
Turning around suddenly, he saw a woman throwing herself to the ground, with a mass of blood exploding from her chest.
Lying beside him was a young monk, whose gray monk's robes had been stained red with blood. His neck seemed to have been torn open by a wild beast, a bloody mess, and his wide-open eyes had long lost their luster.
"Xue Ji, how dare you interfere with my affairs!"
The strong man was not stupid at all. He immediately understood what had just happened, roared angrily, turned to the old monk who was thrown into the iron flower, and said: "I didn't ask her to do it! Come out quickly and let's fight again!"
"To attack someone's relatives and friends and distract them to defeat is really not something that someone like you, whose brain is just a decoration, can think of."
Zhou Ming fell from the air, stretched out his hand, and the huge iron flower turned into an iron-shelled flower gu and flew back to him.
Flying flowers slowly landed in mid-air. Qin Wumeng was holding a gun on the flowers, still pointing at the woman who was lying on the ground bleeding.
"Master." Zhou Ming bowed slightly to the old monk next to him, "Unfortunately, we were a step too late and failed to save the master's disciple."
"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of the old monk's eyes.
"When Huizhen was three years old, I picked him out from the pit of the dead and brought him back to the temple to raise him for five years. Perhaps these five years were the merit accumulated by me over the years to extend Huizhen's life!
"
When he opened his eyes again, the compassion in the old monk's eyes was no longer there, only the blood of murderous intent and evil was left.
"From today onwards, my decades of Buddhist practice are gone! Gone!"
Click!
On a sunny day, thunder exploded, and a three-meter-high blood shadow appeared behind the old monk. It looked somewhat similar to the Buddha statue sitting in the main hall, but it was eerie and strange, with a strong smell of blood and an evil aura.
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"Today you and I are divided into superiority and inferiority, as well as life and death!"
The old monk's original compassionate and peaceful face completely turned into a crazy smile, like a demon from hell, he clenched his fists and raised his arms, and the blood shadow behind him moved in unison with him, and both fists, one big and one small, smashed at the pickled man.
"Ahhhh!" The dirty man's hair stood on end. He was so energetic that he didn't dare to raise his fists. He raised his fists and swung them out to resist the old monk's powerful punch.
"Bewitched on the spot? Why is the plot so twisty?" Zhou Ming complained, jumping on the flying flower Gu that had just been lowered, and controlled the flying flower Gu to quickly raise it.
Boom!
Just as Flying Flower Gu rose into the air, the hall collapsed beneath its feet!
A huge roar like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon exploded into the sky, shaking the surrounding areas.
"Old monk, since you have forced me to become a true martial artist, I must decide between life and death today!"
The man's violent shouts were heard, and the loud noise below, like a landslide and an earthquake, became even more intense.
Zhou Ming looked down and saw that the entire temple was collapsing everywhere. Bricks and rubble were flying everywhere, thick stone pillars were broken, and the Buddha statues were smashed. The huge movement was like a thousand elephants running rampant and unscrupulous.
The ground collided with everything, smoke and dust billowed, and the sound was rumbling.
"This, such destructive power!" Qin Wumeng's face turned pale, and he was deeply doubtful about whether he could survive such an attack from an expert.
Although Zhou Ming had warned her that this was probably a world of high martial arts, but after witnessing this battle, she found that she still thought too simply.
The level of personal force in this world has exceeded her expectations, making her deeply pessimistic about the completion of the main mission.
Qin Wumeng subconsciously looked at Zhou Ming and saw that Zhou Ming was observing the battle intently, with no trace of worry on his face.
She couldn't help but feel calmer in her heart, and asked: "Captain, aren't we going to help?"
"No, it's almost over." Zhou Ming watched with great interest and replied casually: "The old monk is three points strong when he becomes a demon, so the Zhenbei boxing champion is not his opponent in the first place, let alone risking his life now."
As if to prove that what Zhou Ming said was correct, as soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly flew out of the billowing smoke and crashed into the rocks outside the temple.
Another thin figure rushed out of the smoke and dust, and crashed into the rocks. His arms danced and he punched continuously. His fists hit the big man crazily. The dull sound like machine gun fire continued unabated for a moment, and it lasted for three times.
Minutes just stopped.
"Let's go down and talk to the old monk." Zhou Ming controlled the flying flower to slowly descend.
The dust and smoke gradually dissipated, and Qin Wumeng watched in shock as the temple that was still intact not long ago was now reduced to ruins. There were large pits everywhere on the ground, as if someone had blown them up with explosives. The largest pit was four or five meters long.
It is so deep and brutal that it is comparable to the battlefield after modern war.
Wow!
There was a sound of gravel, and the old monk grabbed the big man's head, which was like a mess of flesh and blood, and dragged the huge body out step by step from the cave that he had smashed out.
The blood and minced meat all over his body made the blood shadow behind him seem a little clearer. Coupled with the sinister smile on his face, it made the old monk look like a monster, which was shocking.
Qin Wumeng looked into the old monk's empty and cold eyes, feeling trembling and frightened in his heart. However, Zhou Ming regarded it as nothing, walked forward with a normal expression, and saluted the old monk as before.
"Master, Zhou Ming, this is my companion Qin Wumeng. We came to you because we want to ask you something."
"You also want to know where Shangguan Wuji is?" The old monk slammed the faceless body to the ground and grinned.
"Beat me and I will tell you."
"Sure enough, the best way to communicate with a possessed person is to use your hands." Zhou Ming sighed softly and shook the knife in his hand.