A young man was born out of nowhere and single-handedly destroyed the gates of the five major sects including the Huashan Sect, the Kongtong Sect, and the Demon Sect.
It is rumored that this young man is a disciple of Gu Santong, and he wants to challenge the eight major sects of Jianghu again on behalf of his master and regain the title of No. 1 in the world.
There are even rumors that this young man was the number one secret agent of Hulong Villa in the past, but he betrayed Hulong Villa, and even Hou Zhuwu, the most courageous god in the world, was defeated by him.
In his hands.
This young man named Ye Tai fought purely for the sake of war. After one person broke down the mountain gate of a martial arts holy land, he did not stop at all and went directly to the next martial arts holy land.
Moreover, his skill is so profound that one person can overwhelm any famous martial arts sect, directly slapping all the famous martial arts sects in the face. As a result, many martial arts sects call him "Tai'e evil demon".
A scourge in the martial arts world, he bluntly said that he wanted the famous families in the world to unite to nip it in the cradle.
This news was naturally known to Mrs. Ye, but he was not afraid at all. He bluntly said that he could suppress all enemies in the world by himself.
The famous martial arts sects all angrily criticized him for his arrogance, but this "evil demon" was not mad enough yet. Just like Gu Santong in the past, he directly slaughtered all 108 masters of the eight sects, so no sect dared to be the first to stand up.
, organized the famous martial arts families to unite and strangle him.
Qingcheng Mountain.
In a secluded mountain villa.
Zhu Wuwu was sitting cross-legged on a couch in a wing room, with true energy surging around him. He looked at the ten masters lying on the ground and said to the person next to him: "Dispose of the corpses and call the rest of the people over.
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The black-clothed subordinate lowered his head and said: "Shenhou, there are still twelve people left in the Seventy-two Tiangang..."
Zhu ignored his gaze and said, "Go!"
"Yes, Lord Shen."
Then the black-clothed subordinate clapped his hands, and several dead men from the sect walked in without saying a word and dragged out the corpses scattered on the ground one by one.
That's right, these corpses are none other than the secret power that Zhu has carefully cultivated over the years, the Seventy-Two Tiangang!
The reason why he let Seventy-Two Tiangang return to this secret place in Qingcheng Mountain was to quietly drain their internal energy!
Calculated based on the fact that a Seventy-two Tiangang has ten years of internal strength, and Zhu ignores the remaining skill, when he absorbs the Seventy-two Tiangang, his skill will reach nearly a thousand years!
Even if there is spillage during the absorption process, Zhu Wuwu's skill at this moment has reached nearly five hundred years.
In his follow-up plan, he needs strong enough skills to be able to carry out the plan in his heart.
The Seventy-Two Tiangang were originally a secret force he maintained in order to prevent emergencies, specifically completing some shady tasks for him.
Their identities are kept strictly confidential, and even the three spies of Tian Di Xuan did not know anything about them in advance.
Therefore, the sudden disappearance of such a group of dead warriors living in the dark will not cause an uproar in the martial arts world like the famous martial arts families.
It wouldn't even cause a stir. No one would know except him and a few trusted confidants.
soon.
The remaining twelve Tiangangs of the Seventy-Two Tiangangs walked into the wing neatly. One of the Tiangangs looked around, cupped his fists and said: "Please forgive me for talking too much. We, the Tiangangs of the Seventy-Two Tiangangs, have always shared the same mission."
Yeah, I don’t know where the other brothers have gone.”
Zhu Wuwu glanced at him and said, "I have sent them to perform a secret mission. Why, do you have any objections?"
That Tiangang lowered his head and said: "I don't dare. It's just that the more people we have in the Seventy-Two Tiangang, the stronger our combined combat skills will be. I'm just worried about the safety of other brothers."
Zhu Wuwu said calmly: "Since you are so worried about them, let's go with them."
That Tiangang nodded and said: "Please also ask the Lord God to give instructions..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes changed, and Zhu Wuwu suddenly raised his hand, and a strong suction force came from Zhu Wuwu's palm.
That Tiangang was the first one, and he was instantly attracted to him by Zhu Wuwu, who pressed his palm on the top of his head.
Then one by one, the arms of the remaining eleven people were involuntarily lifted up in their frightened eyes and placed on the shoulders of the brothers in front.
Then, they felt that the power in their bodies, along with their own vitality, poured out of their bodies like a torrent.
After only five breaths, the faces of the twelve Tiangangs became withered and gray-haired. When Zhu Wuwu stopped his hand, a Tiangang who had not yet died lay on the ground and hoarsely said: "Shen Hou, for
,What……"
Zhu ignored his expression and said: "Because I need your inner strength, but you who have lost your inner strength are not as useful as a dead person."
After saying that, he stood up and pinched the Tiangang's neck.
Zhu Wuwu walked to the window with his hands behind his back and said, "Destroy all the bodies. Also, where is Mrs. Ye?"
The dead man in black did not dare to raise his head and clapped his hands. The three people who walked in from the door still collected the bodies without saying a word.
Then he reported in a low voice: "Mrs. Ye is almost at the Shaolin Temple."
Zhu Wuwu looked at the bleak fallen leaves outside the window and said, "Have the plans been arranged?"
The man answered truthfully: "It's all arranged, absolutely no one can see through it, but there are two of them that the subordinates can't handle, only the Lord Shen takes action..."
Zhu Wuwu responded lightly and said: "Get your horses ready and go to the Demon Sect."
"yes."
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Shaolin Temple.
Ye Tai, who had broken through the five major sects' mountain gates, climbed the steps step by step and arrived in front of the Shaolin Gate, which had sealed the mountain gate.
In the temple, there was a middle-aged monk in gray clothes, holding a bamboo broom, facing Mrs. Ye sideways, sweeping up the fallen leaves.
"This benefactor, knowing that the Shaolin Temple has been closed down, still goes to the dangerous road and visits. Could it be that he is the newbie Ye Taiye, the benefactor?"
Ye Tai stroked the silver sword on his waist and said: "So in your eyes, I am just a rookie in the martial arts world. Monk, I hope you can still talk to me like this after I smashed your mountain gate."
The monk turned around, uttered the name of the Buddha, and said: "Wrong karma, wrong karma, Lord Ye's demonic nature is too strong. In fact, monks should have opened the door to convenience, but this temple has its own rules. If Ye
Once the donor passes this level, he can enter the temple gate."
Ye Tai smiled and said: "Then how can we be considered successful?"
The monk sighed: "It seems that Donor Ye is determined to break into my Shaolin Mountain Gate, so that's all. This pass is called the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation. Once the formation is set up, eighteen monks join forces. Donor Ye, don't blame us for having so many people."
There are fewer bullies..."
As soon as his words fell to the ground, eighteen gray-robed monks holding wooden sticks rushed out of the surrounding area.
But at this moment, Ye Tai suddenly clenched his fist, gathered strength at his waist, and then punched out. A light yellow energy wave suddenly erupted from in front of him, and a faint dragon's roar could be heard in the air.
The roar of a tiger.
The century-old giant tree in the temple suddenly broke and collapsed. The eighteen monks who were holding wooden sticks and rushing out from all directions were beaten three to four feet away by Mrs. Ye before they could form a formation and fell to the ground.
Vomiting blood and moaning in pain.
On the forehead of the temple, the plaque with the word "Shaolin" written in dragons and phoenixes made a crackling sound, and then fell off piece by piece.
Mrs. Ye passed by the middle-aged monk calmly, patted him on the shoulder, and asked doubtfully: "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."