People in Wuzong, the beginning of the game is full of Jiuyang magic skills

Moreover, a strong man in the Transcendent Realm can single out several strong men in the Great Perfection Realm without losing the wind. If it is a one-on-one duel, he can kill them within a few moves.

If it is to deal with a martial artist in the middle stage of Peerless Realm, he can be captured with only one or two moves.

Lin Simu mastered the three magic skills in just two hours, as if he had practiced for more than ten years, it was deeply engraved in his bones.

This kind of terrifying talent can be said to be unprecedented.

Lin Simu suddenly stood up slowly, and glanced indifferently at Master Kongwen who was standing a foot away from him, "Master Abbot, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Hearing this kid's icy voice, Master Kongwen gasped suddenly, his heart trembled, does this kid still want to attack him?

Then presumably the group of intruders who entered the Shaolin Temple were the subordinates of this kid!

Master Kongwen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, felt a chill down his back, and didn't have the courage to fight him, so he turned around and strode towards the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Deng Deng Deng!

He is in a hurry!

As soon as one foot stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion, Master Kongwen breathed a sigh of relief, sighing that his life was finally saved.

at this time.

A sound of tearing the air sounded from behind him.

"laugh!"

A white hot air flow pierced Master Kongwen's body like lightning, and a finger-thick blood hole suddenly appeared on his chest, and blood was gurgling at this moment.

"Yangzhi?"

Master Kongwen immediately felt the tremendous pain brought about by his body, he screamed in horror, his eyelids seemed to be weighing heavily on him, and then he fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound, and died immediately.

He couldn't rest in peace, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple was easily killed instantly, who would believe that?

Master Yuansong was looking for scriptures in the pavilion at the moment. Seeing this sudden change, his face suddenly changed. He immediately dropped the scriptures in his hand and looked at Lin Simu furiously.

"You bastard, how dare you kill Master Abbot?" He strode like flying, galloping towards Lin Simu with big strides, a faint light yellow light radiated from the palm of his hand, and the powerful Vajra palm was as powerful as a broken bamboo.

His hatred for Lin Simu couldn't be increased, first he was slapped by this kid, and now he saw him kill Master Abbot with his own eyes, he is bound to take revenge.

"Something that doesn't know how to live or die."

Seeing the pavilion guarding monk rushing towards him, a sneer appeared on the corner of Lin Simu's mouth, he raised his arm suddenly, and pushed out a volley palm.

"laugh!"

There was a sound of tearing the air.

An invisible palm force hit Master Yuansong like lightning.

"Squeak" sound.

His whole body was sent flying by this unmatched palm force, and he actually directly penetrated the thick wall of the Sutra Pavilion, and a large hole with a height of a person was suddenly exposed in that wall.

"Puff" sound.

Master Yuansong flew out of the Sutra Pavilion, and fell to a bloody mess, which was horrible.

Master Yuansong's strength is not inferior to Master Kongwen's, but in front of Lin Simu, he is like a cart with a mantis' arms, and he is overconfident.

Lin Simu narrowed his eyes, moved his body, and immediately jumped towards the window in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. With a bang, the thick wall was smashed into pieces instantly.

Now he is carrying the two miraculous skills of Golden Bell Shade and Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill, which make his body hardness incomparable. Even if an ordinary blade hits him, it can't hurt him a little.

Coupled with the body protection of the Nine Suns Divine Art, warriors below the Peerless Realm can hardly break through his defense.

After exiting the Sutra Pavilion, the scene of Zhao Min's subordinates fighting with Shaolin monks came into view. The scene was very intense.

At this moment, the two elders of Xuanming are leading the charge. Their Xuanming Divine Palm is like a divine aid, and their palm strength is as overwhelming as mountains and seas. With each palm blast, several monks fly out.

Beside the two elders Xuanming are Ah Er and Ah San. They have reached the pinnacle with their powerful Vajra Fingers, and they are extremely brave. Wherever they go, they will either die or be injured.

On the other side, Ku Toutuo and Ada held sharp blades, their swordsmanship was fascinated, and when the sword brushed past, the cold light was overwhelming, and it was like a land without people, no one could get close to them.

On the other side, Huo Dou played the iron fan with proficiency in his hands, with thousands of moves and ever-changing moves, unstoppable.

Daerba's strength is infinite, and the golden pestle in his hand is full of power. The pestle passed by, killing and injuring a lot of people.

At this time, the graceful and slender Zhao Min held the Yitian sword, with a cold light shining, and as he waved his jade wrist, each sword tore through the air, causing either death or injury.

The monks saw that she was cutting iron with a sharp blade like mud, and a swift sword was cutting through mess, so they could only retreat one after another.

It was also seen that thousands of Mongolian soldiers holding weapons met Shaolin monks on a narrow road, fighting bloody battles, even though they were missing arms and legs, they were still fighting with all their strength, punching to the flesh, which was very cruel.

Lin Simu frowned, seeing that his side had a slight advantage, but sighed, and felt distressed, these little monks were all his points, how could they be robbed of their heads?

no!no!

Gotta find a way!

He suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone, let's make a quick decision, only hurt but not kill."

His internal strength is profound, and his voice is like a bell, which spread to the ears of Xuan Ming and other masters.

Everyone couldn't help frowning when they heard the words. They didn't know why Lin Simu issued such a strange order, but they didn't dare to disobey it, so they had to work harder to hurt the enemy, and didn't kill him.

Seeing this, Lin Simu smiled with satisfaction, and he didn't stay idle, he immediately stepped out and poured into a group of Shaolin monks.

At the same time, he suddenly shouted: "Listen, Shaolin Bald Donkey, you have just heard that the abbot is dead, and surrender is your only way of life, otherwise, blood will flow like rivers, and there will be no chickens or dogs left behind."

Under the blessing of inner energy, his voice was long and far-reaching, spread far away, and immediately spread to every corner of the entire Shaolin Temple, and all the monks, big and small, turned pale when they heard it.

What?The abbot is dead?

Can they still resist?

However, at the time of the duel of life and death, distraction is a taboo in the world, just when they are thinking for a while.

Xuan Ming and other masters immediately seized the Shaolin monk's gap, and then made more and more fierce attacks, overturning a large area in an instant.

All the masters praised Lin Simu in their hearts, this kid really did a good job of attacking the mind!

The monks realized that the dragons had no leader, and they would surely lose!

Seeing that most of the Shaolin monks panicked, Lin Simu sneered, looked at the monks rushing towards him, raised his hand and slammed it out.

"boom!"

The roar sounded in an instant.

His inner strength is strong, and each palm he swung was like a wall of air, fierce and fierce, and the monks nearby flew out like kites with broken strings.

Suddenly, a large area died tragically.

At this time, endless killing intent filled the entire Shaolin Temple.

Corpses littered the fields, it was horrible, like a hell on earth!

Chapter 75 Young people, don't be too arrogant

The fierce fighting lasted for about half an hour.

Most of the monks in Shaolin Temple were killed or injured, and some of the surviving monks were lying on the ground in pain and kept crying for mercy. They hoped that this group of people could let them live.

Lin Simu stared at the group of monks indifferently, without any disturbance in his heart, and even a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In this world where the weak eat the strong, there is no right or wrong in killing, only self-interest is paramount.

He glanced at the second elder Xuanming and other masters with piercing eyes, and said softly: "Everyone, do you know why I don't let you kill them? In fact, I am afraid that the murder in your hands is too serious, and you may be killed in the future." Being punished by the Buddha, as the saying goes, who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? Let all these sins be borne by me..."

The righteousness of what he said was so righteous that people couldn't help but be moved by it.

Xuan Ming, the elders, and the masters looked at each other. They really didn't expect Lin Simu to think so hard for them. In order to save them from committing crimes, he took the initiative to bear the crime alone. They couldn't help being moved a little bit in their hearts.

Although Zhao Min didn't know why Lin Simu said these words, he still supported him unconditionally.

She walked up to Lin Simu with lotus steps, and said with a smile: "Brother Mu, you should use the Yitian Sword to finish them off." Then she handed the Yitian Sword to him.

"Thank you Minmei." Lin Simu stretched out his hand to take the Yitian Sword with a smile, clenched the hilt tightly with his right hand, and with a "clang", the sharp sword came out of its sheath.

Yitian sword blade, cold light flickering, sword aura is compelling.

Immediately, his gaze was fixed, and he stepped forward a few steps, waving the Yitian sword in his hand continuously.

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

"Shh!"

In the shadow of swords and swords, all the heads fell.

Those monks who were not yet dead all died tragically under his sword.

at the same time.

The system's prompt sounded in Lin Simu's mind.

[Congratulations to the host, the kill was successful and 32020 points were obtained. 】

More than 3?

Lin Simu's eyes lit up, and his heart burst with joy.

These Shaolin monks are all of good strength and cultivation, and their value ranges from tens to several thousand, especially Master Kongwen, he is the head of a sect, worth 5000 points, plus he picked up one or two Hundreds of heads.

The value of this point is really very high, it is not comparable to the mob in Guangmingding.

At the same time, he secretly sighed in his heart, the killing points came quickly, like running water, and now he can't wait to continue killing.

"By the way, isn't there Sandu?"

"It's sure to be worth a fortune."

"King Kong subduing the demon circle? This seat is going to destroy their prestige."

Lin Simu thought to himself, and then shouted at Zhao Min and the others: "Follow me to the back mountain, there are still masters in Shaolin Temple."

After finishing speaking, he immediately stepped towards the north, the sound of breaking through the air resounded through Shaolin Temple, and his figure was already several feet away.

Zhao Min stared at Lin Simu's far away back, bit his lower lip, a trace of resentment flashed in his beautiful eyes, and he was annoyed in his heart, "What is this guy doing? Why does he always rush to the front alone?"

"Go, go to the back mountain."

She gave an order, and the crowd chased after her.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sonorous footsteps resounded throughout the silent Shaolin Temple.

Added a touch of vitality to this unrecognizable environment.

All the way north!

The eminent monks of the three generations of Shaolin monks live on the small mountain above.

The distance from the Sutra Pavilion to the small mountain peak is about a hundred feet, but it only takes a few seconds at the foot of Lin Simu.

When I came to the top of the mountain alone, I saw a desolate land with withered leaves, overgrown weeds and no one inhabited.

Lin Simu frowned, and continued to go deeper, and saw a bare flat ground in front of him, which seemed to be the size of four modern basketball courts. There was nothing in the flat ground, except for three tall pine trees.

The three tall pines form a triangle with each other, and there is a hole in the center of the trunk, which can just accommodate one person.

"Where is the expert coming?"

An old and haggard voice suddenly came to Lin Simu's ears from afar.

"Oh?"

Lin Simu smiled slightly, was he discovered just after arriving?

Shaolin Sandu is well-deserved of its reputation!

Not afraid, he took a sudden step and stepped into the center of the open space. He glanced at the three tall pines one by one, and saw three old monks sitting in the tree hole.

All three of them were extremely old, with sunken cheeks, so thin that they had no muscles at all, like mummified corpses in mountain villages.

It's just that the faces of the three of them are completely different, one has a black face, one has a yellow face, and the other has a white face, which is quite distinct.

Lin Simu smiled loudly, cupped his hands towards the three monks, and introduced: "My Mingjiao leader, Lin Simu, came here specially to learn the three monks' tricks."

Among the three monks, an old monk with a pale complexion said solemnly: "I thought it was someone who came here? So it's the leader of the Demon Cult? Hmph, I've been waiting for the three of you for decades, and I didn't expect to see you again To the leader of the Demon Cult?"

The black-faced old monk said in a deep voice: "Why, the Devil's Cult is in decline now? Can a little baby be the leader?"