After saying this, the Blood Demon rose from the top of the mountain and headed towards the temple.
The Iron-faced God also rose up and followed behind the Blood Demon.
Two figures, one red and one white, flew down from the top of the peak and landed in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.
At this moment, there are three monks sweeping the ground in front of the mountain gate.
At the beginning, there were more than 2,000 Shaolin monks and more than 1,500 warrior monks. Later, Fengxiang fought against the enemy and suffered heavy casualties. In recent years, he has continued to deal with people in the devil's way, and there have been many casualties.
Today there are less than 600 Shaolin monks.
Master Dragon Slayer took away more than two hundred elites.
Today there are less than 400 monks in the temple.
The rest of the monks, in addition to the literary monks who practice and study Buddhist scriptures, there are also some newly recruited monks, many of whom are still young monks. They are the reserve force of Shaolin.
The Blood Demon has already mastered this information.
Because the Blood Demon and the Iron Demon were so fast, the three monks felt as if they had emerged from the ground.
The three monks were all surprised.
Then one of the monks clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, what do you do to the two donors?"
The Blood Demon didn't answer. He said to the Iron Demon with a mocking look on his face: "Tell him what we have to do!"
The Iron-faced God had a murderous look in his eyes. He stared at the monk and said, "Come and kill! Kill all of you bald donkeys!"
As soon as the Iron-faced God finished speaking, the three monks were startled.
The Iron-faced God also came out with a palm and slapped the monk who asked the question on the head.
The monk's head was slapped with a palm and his brains exploded.
The other two monks were shocked.
One of them was a warrior monk. He reacted and hit the Iron-faced God with his broom and stick.
The Iron-faced God refused to dodge, letting the broom handle hit his body, and inserted his hand into the monk's chest, crushing his heart. The monk's body trembled in pain, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
The iron face of the Iron-faced God was sprayed on his white clothes.
Today, the Iron-faced God wants to dye his white robe red with the monk's blood.
The other was a young monk, about twelve or thirteen years old. He stood still.
I was stunned by the situation in front of me.
The Blood Demon came over and touched his bald head, and said in a mocking tone: "Silly monk, you can't just stand still. You should drop the broom, then turn around and stumble into the mountain gate, shouting loudly, it's not good.
, the gods are coming, Shaolin is going to be over..."
After the blood demon said this, he slapped the young monk on the face.
The little monk woke up from the nightmare.
The young monk dropped the broom and ran toward the mountain gate in shock, crying: "It's not good, the man of God is coming... Shaolin is going to be over..."
The blood demon let out a devilish laugh.
Then he walked towards the mountain gate with his hands behind his back like a leisurely stroll.
The Iron-faced Lord also pulled out his hand from the monk's chest.
The monk fell, and the Iron-faced God continued to follow the blood demon.
Like the shadow of a blood demon.
When he walked to the door, the Blood Demon stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The plaque of Shaolin Temple was sucked down by him and fell to the ground.
The blood demon's foot stepped on the plaque, and the plaque shattered.
Then the blood demon entered the mountain gate.
The Iron-faced God also entered shortly afterwards.
At this moment, as the young monk cried out in terror, many monks rushed towards the temple gate.
The first person to come was a fat monk holding a sword.
Behind him are six or seven warrior monks.
The little monk ran past the fat monk, still crying hoarsely.
The fat monk shouted loudly, raised his figure, and struck the blood demon's face with a knife.
Just when the sword was about to hit the blood demon, the blade could hardly move forward an inch.
It turned out that the Blood Demon stretched out two fingers to clamp the knife.
At the same time, the internal force on the blood demon's finger poured into the blade, and then invaded the fat monk's arm, sucking the fat monk's arm firmly to the handle of the knife. The fat monk was now in the air, still slashing with the knife.
But it was difficult to move.
The Blood Demon held the Fat Monk's knife between his fingers and also held up the Fat Monk.
This situation made several monks who came after them dumbfounded.
There was a sudden "pop" sound, and the knife broke apart, and the fat monk's body suddenly stirred, like a blown up balloon, and then blood began to spurt out from all parts of his body...
The fat monk also let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the ground.
The Blood Demon still held the tip of the knife with two fingers.
The tip of the knife also flew out from his fingers, pierced the chests of two monks, and finally shot into a tree.
Zuo Chaoyang let out a roar, flew forward, and swung his palms continuously, beating the remaining monks to a bloody pulp and falling to death.
The first few monks who rushed to him died within a short time.
Afterwards, monks kept coming from all over.
Some hold knives and some carry sticks.
Many monks also flew over the eaves and walked over the walls.
Suddenly, there were monks everywhere.
A flash of bald heads flashed.
The second group of monks rushed towards the Blood Demon and Iron Demon angrily.
The Blood Demon stood motionless with one hand behind his back. Facing the attacking monks, his other hand kept changing strangely, and strange red palm shadows and claws kept flashing. It was almost difficult for the attacking monks to get close, and they kept bleeding.
Killed by the devil.
The Iron Demon was even more excited at this moment, with a pair of bloody eyes bulging, as if the eye sockets of the iron mask were filled, which was very terrifying. The figure of the Iron-faced God flashed, and he waved his palms rapidly, and the shadows of his palms flew towards the attacking monk.
Moreover, "air dragons" kept coming out of the sleeves and pounced on the monks.
The monks who attacked him were either hit with palms and had their flesh and bones broken into pieces, or they were jumped by the air dragon until their flesh and blood were mutilated and died.
While the Iron-faced God was killing people wantonly, he was also shouting frantically: "Kill! Kill all you monks!"
At this moment, an old but powerful voice sounded in vain.
"Everyone stop it!"
So the monks stopped attacking first and surrounded the two demons.
The monks also stared at the two men with blazing eyes filled with resentment.
Several eminent monks also flew over.
They are Master Nagarjuna who presides over it, Master Longkang who is the leader of Bodhidharma, and the leader of New Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.
Several figures floated up and down.
At this moment, seventeen or eighteen monks were lying in a pool of blood.
Several eminent monks looked at the corpses of their disciples and grandchildren on the ground and were also angry.
Master Nagarjuna stared at the Blood Demon and said: "Amitabha, tell me your name?!"
The Blood Demon said: "Listen carefully, I am the Blood Demon two hundred years ago! The most amazing skill in the world, the Blood Demon Art, was also created by me. I have been sleeping for two hundred years, and now I wake up to dominate the world. So, follow me
Those who rebel against me will live, those who oppose me will perish!"
All the monks were shocked after hearing this. It turned out that the devil-faced man in front of them was the crazy Kunlun Demon.
Master Nagarjuna said: "You are just a demon from Kunlun. Why should you deceive yourself by claiming that the Blood Demon is resurrected?"
The Blood Demon said: "It's not me who deceives myself, but you."
Master Nagarjuna said: "Even the emperor has issued an edict saying that you are a liar, and no one believes you even if you say all kinds of extravagant things. Buddhism has the virtue of a good life. I advise you to put down your butcher knife and go back to your Kunlun Mountains."
The blood demon sarcastically said: "Monks are really kind-hearted. Then I will give you a chance. Master, do you want to hear it?"
Master Nagarjuna said: "Amitabha, please speak."
The Blood Demon looked around at the monks and then set his sights on Master Nagarjuna.
The blood demon said in a cold voice: "You lead the Shaolin monks to surrender and be loyal to me from now on, and announce it to the world. I will naturally let you go. If you persist in your stubbornness, then today I will turn Shaolin into hell and wipe Shaolin from the world.