martial arts accelerator

Chapter 208 Faru Temple

Jingyun Mountain in Wu Kingdom.

Ten days have passed since Faru Temple was destroyed, and the glory of the holy place of martial arts has gradually receded.

At the foot of the mountain, guards guarded the main road up the mountain to prevent all kinds of sneaky people from entering the mountain gate, but obviously this did not stop all martial arts practitioners.

In order to get a glimpse of the glamor of the Buddhist sects in the past, or to obtain a few words of martial arts inheritance, someone will always find a way to sneak in.

The ancient trees in the empty mountains can still calm people's mind when they hear birds singing.It's just a dilapidated temple, and the mottled blood stains just turned this tranquility into heart palpitations.

Zhang Yong stood in front of the door, sighing deeply.

In the old days, the young hero would have a farewell, and Monk Liaochen had graciously invited him to invite him. He never thought that in just a few months, when he came to visit him, he would already look like this.

Stepping into the door, there is a faint smell of blood in the place you pass.The place of the temple is not big, there are only seven or eight Buddhist halls inside and outside, all of which have traces of being searched and sorted out.Only cracked brick walls and overturned Buddha statues remain, and some remnants of the battle can be vaguely seen.

After searching around, except for the sporadic people who also sneaked into the temple, they found nothing.

"Would you like to try Faru Temple's exercises?"

Looking at the Buddha statue sitting on the stone platform, Zhang Yong tried to activate the Karma-Destroying Golden Body.

"Is this brother a lay disciple of Faru Temple?"

A thin middle-aged man suddenly appeared.

Zhang Yong waved his hand: "Just passing by here, trying to find a chance."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, and walked towards the next Buddhist hall on his own.

Behind him, a middle-aged man sat under the big tree in front of the main hall, watching Zhang Yong go in and out one by one with an intriguing expression.

Running the Karma-killing Golden Body in various Buddhist halls one by one, without any change, Zhang Yong came to the mountain gate again and looked at the entire temple.

As the sky darkened, the crows sang late, and the people who sneaked into the temple returned disappointed, leaving only Zhang Yong and the man under the tree.

"In the past few days, there has been no shortage of people like you. Unfortunately, I haven't seen any reaction from this Buddhist holy land. I'm afraid your efforts will be in vain."

"Of course it's best if you have one, but it's okay if you don't have one. There are thousands of martial arts in the world, and it's not just those from Faru Temple who are the most powerful."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yong suddenly turned around: "Since you have been guarding here for several days, have you gained anything?"

The middle-aged man chuckled: "To be honest, I didn't come here for martial arts. As for the gains, I didn't make any progress until today."

The shadow of the sun slanted to the west, and when yin and yang alternated, the man who was originally nothing special became a little gloomy.

Zhang Yong realized something: "Isn't it me you are waiting for?"

Then he said to himself: "If you want to destroy a sect, you have to clear away the fish that have slipped through the net, so it is reasonable for someone to stay here."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the other party: "So, you are a member of the Six Schools? How did the Six Schools of martial arts develop into such a spooky appearance like you?"

The man laughed: "The kid is really interesting now. Should I say you are confident or arrogant?"

Before he finished speaking, the man had already flashed in front of Zhang Yong. The two looked at each other and saw that the man's eyes were red and there was a fishy smell in his breath.

"Let the ancestor weigh your weight personally."

Zhang Yong raised his hand and blocked the knife that suddenly appeared on his neck.

The man looked excited, his slender nails turned red, he used his fingers as a knife, and slid off hard.

Zhang Yong's hand flashed with golden light, and his fists and fingers connected, making a harsh cutting sound.

The man smiled strangely: "It is indeed the Karma-Slaying Golden Body! How many disciples are there in Faru Temple? If you recruit them from the truth, you will suffer less."

"I said I'm not from Faru Temple, do you believe it?"

"Hey, whether it is true or not, wait for the ancestors to search for their souls, and you will know once you try it."

The man said, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his momentum was rising steadily.

Zhang Yong looked calm and did not attack, so he was naturally confident.

In the Liangzhou battle, he gained 12 chivalry points, and with the two Taoist stones on his body, he had undergone earth-shaking changes at this moment.

Zhou Tian Xing Chen Jue has reached its peak, and his internal strength has reached 450 years. Even if Ying Tianqing is resurrected, it is probably no more than that.

"Whoo~"

The teeth became crystal clear, and the nails returned to normal appearance. The man let out a long sigh of relief.

"Being restrained by those bald donkeys for so long, I finally regained some of the feeling of being in the rivers and lakes back then."

Zhang Yong looked behind the man.

There are many ghostly shadows, the wind is blowing, and the screams are constantly disturbing, turning the Buddhist sect's mountain gate into a haunted mansion.

"Don't be afraid, you will be one of them soon."

The man smiled sinisterly, and the endless ghosts rushed towards him.

Zhang Yong stepped forward, and the stars appeared.

Accompanied by a cry, the flames lit up suddenly, and the ghost screamed, and had to retreat to a safe distance.

"Zhou Tian Xing Chen Jue? There are still people practicing Lao Shizi's kung fu these days?" The man grinned.

As Zhang Yong continued to move forward, the starlight and flames illuminated the world of Faru Temple as if it were daytime, and the ghost let out a miserable cry.

Under the oppression of the other party, the man smiled even more happily: "Very good, taking you as the main soul, my Hundred Yin Refining Soul can be improved to a higher level."

The afterglow of the sun completely disappeared, and the endless Yin Qi gathered in the center, tearing the flames jumping around.

Zhang Yong frowned.

A withered arm suddenly stretched out.

Endless ghosts spurted out from the palms, one after another, forcefully tearing a hole in Zhang Yong's protective fire.

The man's eyes were fierce, and he laughed wildly and rushed forward.

With a sound of "tearing", the blade flashed.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the arm was cut off at the root.

At some point, a dragon, a tiger, a bird, a ghost, and four giant beasts surrounded him in the middle.

The four images are manifested, reaching the pinnacle.

The man rolled his eyes and finally stopped smiling.

Zhang Yong continued to step forward.

"Are you a member of the six sects? Why did you attack Faru Temple? If you do it from the ground up, you will suffer less."

The fierce light in the man's eyes reappeared, he let out a long howl, and his momentum rose again, and then a talisman appeared on the dantian, and several chains protruded from it, binding him tightly.

"Heavenly Commandment Lock?" Zhang Yong frowned.

"Ha, ha, just recognize it. If I weren't bound by this restriction, do you think I would lose?"

The man was panting heavily, his voice trembling.

"However, soon, Faru Temple was destroyed and will be restored soon."

There were cracks on the chain, and they became more and more dense as the man continued to struggle.

"Guess, it's me who recovers faster, or you who kill me faster?"

With a "clang", a chain broke on the spot, and the man's aura immediately reached a higher level, and his appearance became more ferocious and terrifying.

No time to ask any more questions, Zhang Yong used his fingertips to point out.

The man rolled on the spot, with a finger on his back shoulder, and another chain broke at the same time.

"Hahaha, come again!"

The man opened his mouth and laughed wildly, revealing his scarlet and sharp teeth, but he couldn't tell whether it was already blood red or stained with blood.

Zhang Yong mobilized his internal strength and was about to throw his fist when he suddenly felt something in his heart.

A familiar pale flame fell from the sky and hit the man on the ground.

The billowing flames spread out, and quickly burned the surrounding area. The man kept laughing maniacally, his whole body was burnt yellow, and he lost his breath.

Zhang Yong looked at the person who was coming, he was in doubt.

"Song Sicheng?"

(End of this chapter)