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Chapter 61 The Last Card
The sweeping monk, the god in the hearts of all the innate masters in Shaolin, is respected by many innate masters as a mentor, and is regarded as the last card of the hermit master. Under the joint efforts of ten innate extreme masters, he has no ability to resist. He was captured and lost his action. ability.

It's just that the sweeping monk didn't seem to notice that he was restrained, and he just kept mumbling something.

Murong Goudan, who was closer, could hear clearly what the sweeping monk said——

"Ten. How could there be ten?"

Obviously, this hidden hermit expert in Shaolin Temple, who represents one of the strongest powers of Tianlong, the sweeping monk, has not yet successfully emerged from the surprises brought by the ten innate extreme masters.

However, come to think of it.

The congenital extreme master is almost the top existence in this world, and in this world, he is the only one who has ever reached it.

But now there are ten such masters as soon as they appear, and most of them are young people in their 30s and [-]s. This kind of blow, if it is another person with a weak mind, may even be stimulated to go crazy.

"Tu Si!"

The sweeping monk was captured, Shaolin lost the biggest hole card, and there was no threat at all.

Looking coldly at the many monks facing him, the little emperor waved his hand and gave an order to the six thousand army behind him.

"promise!"

The [-] troops shouted in unison, and the sound came from Shaoshi Mountain to the foot of the mountain, causing many people in the martial arts below the mountain to feel fear.

Is this the elite soldiers of the Song court?

It seems that it is not as weak as imagined.

"Defend Shaolin to the death!"

"The temple is there, the people are there, and the temple is dead, and the people are dead!"

"Kill these court thieves!"

"Catch the dog emperor alive and defend Shaolin!"

"Amitabha, the Buddha has also turned into a wrathful Vajra, Buddha, for my Buddha, the poor monk is going to kill today!"

Facing the order of the little emperor Tu Si, none of the Shaolin monks took chances anymore, and they were all excited, clamoring to fight to the death.

Compared with the monks like Shaolin, the six thousand army behind the little emperor was much more disciplined.

Under the command of Wang Jian, the deputy commander of the imperial army, the [-] troops were divided into six square teams.

Every thousand people is a unit, or lie down, or squat, or stand, forming a formation that can shoot in the largest area.

Facing nearly a hundred monks who rushed out of the Shaolin Temple without the control of the abbot and the head priest, these elite soldiers had stern faces, with cold eyes shining in their eyes.

Under Wang Jian's order to "shoot", the thousand troops of the first column pulled the triggers in unison, and a thousand rounds of bullets rushed out of the barrels at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. It turned into a stray bullet and accidentally injured the monk who did not rush out from behind.

And more, they did sink into the bodies of nearly a hundred monks who rushed out one after another, splashing out clusters of blood, leaving holes in the bodies of these monks.

It was just a round of shooting, and nearly a hundred monks who did not know the power of modern weapons were all shot and fell to the ground.

Most of them were shot more than [-] times, and some of them had three or five more blood holes on their bodies, and no one was able to stand up.

massacre!

This is a bloody massacre!

I thought that in the face of the [-] army, it was not impossible to fight to the death, but I didn't want to meet the face, and the nearly one hundred monks who rushed out died inexplicably.

And even the monks who are still alive still know nothing about the strangely shaped weapon in Cong Longjun's hands, except for its great power.

How should I fight this?
In an instant, an emotion called fear grew in the hearts of all the monks in Shaolin.

Fear spread in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

It's just that the Shaolin Temple side was scared, but on the Song Army side, His Majesty the Emperor never gave an order to stop. His Majesty's previous order was to slaughter the temple.

Therefore, after releasing nearly a hundred monks and harvesting nearly a hundred lives, the six thousand Conglong army did not stop at all, the second column made up, and aimed their guns at many monks in front of the Shaolin Temple.

Death is so imminent that the destruction of the temple seems to be imminent.

At this moment, many monks in Shaolin Temple were ready to meet the Buddha.

But at this moment, a sigh sounded in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Ugh!"

This sigh was not loud, even judging from the breath, the person who made this sigh did not reach the innate realm.

However.
This sigh attracted the attention of many people present.

Because, everyone could hear clearly that the owner of this somewhat forced and helpless sigh was none other than the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xuanci!

As the leader of Shaolin Temple, since the moment the emperor ordered the encirclement and suppression of Shaolin, Xuanci never showed any fear on his face.

To the extent that Xuanci didn't even have the slightest intention of giving in to the imperial court even though the soldiers came to the foot of the mountain yesterday.

You know, at that time, he didn't know that the hidden innate masters in Shaolin already had the means to deal with it, and he didn't know that Shaolin still had such big bosses as the sweeping monk hidden in Shaolin.

Therefore, his calmness is worth thinking about!
What was it that gave him such confidence?
The little emperor was curious about this, and Su Luo was equally curious.

The strongest living existence in this world is the half-step grandmaster, and he can be 100% sure of this.

As for the half-step master, it is obvious that he can't get any benefits in the face of ten congenital extremes. This point has been proved by the sweeping monk with practical actions.

So, where is Xuanci, or Shaolin's true confidence?

Now, after being cornered, Xuan Ci revealed the answer for Su Luo and the little emperor.

His confidence is in his hands.

After a sigh, under everyone's attention, Xuanci stretched out his right hand, and slowly opened his clenched palm.

At the same time as Xuanci opened his palm, the object in his palm was presented to the eyes of the world for the first time.

bead!

A bead exuding a faint golden radiance!
"The junior disciple Xuanci is incompetent, causing Shaolin to suffer a catastrophe. Today Shaolin is in danger. Xuanci has no choice but to disturb the patriarch. I implore the patriarch to take action to relieve my danger in Shaolin."

Xuanci's words were not loud, but they were clearly heard by everyone present.

Patriarch?

What patriarch?
In addition to the sweeping monk who is about to step into the master realm, are there other hidden masters in Shaolin?
How could it be possible, if there really was such a existence, Shaolin should have invited people out long ago, how could they have watched nearly a hundred disciples being massacred before?

unless
Thinking of this, everyone looked at the bead in Xuanci's palm again.

While speaking, the pure Buddhist zhenqi in Xuanci's body continuously poured into the golden bead in his hand.

With the infusion of his inner strength, the golden light on the bead became more and more brilliant, and unexpectedly escaped from Xuanci's palm miraculously, and floated into the air.

then
"Amitabha!"

With the sound of the Buddha's name, the beads floating in the air were full of golden light. After the golden light passed, the beads disappeared, replaced by a monk who looked a little illusory and lingered with golden brilliance.

"this is"

Faced with this sudden scene, the little emperor, who thought he was confident holding the system's father's thigh, couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

What the hell is this, why haven't I even heard of it?
"Fuck! Bodhidharma's relic! Shaolin Temple still has such good things, what a great harvest!"

Compared with the young emperor's bewilderment, after seeing the monk shrouded in golden light, Su Luo swears directly.

Even, if he hadn't been concerned about his system's image, he would have rushed over to kill Dharma immediately!He snatched this relic from Bodhidharma.

It is the relic that seals the last strength of Bodhidharma, a master of the martial arts golden elixir realm, before his death, and can carry out the final battle after unsealed.

It turns out that this is Shaolin's real trump card, the ultimate trump card that allows Shaolin to stand upright for thousands of years and to be able to face the imperial army without fear!
This... This is not a hole card, this is simply a gift boy!
ps: The third update is here!Also let me tell you a secret: the author of this book is very cautious. If there are too few recommendations, recommendations, rewards, and book reviews in this chapter, the author doesn't like to add updates.

Well, this is a big power secret, don't say I told you!

(End of this chapter)