nine thousand years old

Chapter 269 Burning Mount Hua (Fourth)

call!
The cold wind howled, the trees swayed and whirled, Su Hanyun stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes swept over the secret passage below the mountain, his face was full of unconcealable coldness.

Following his gaze, one after another, the figures of Fusi fanzi in Beizhen were busy at the entrance of the secret road. They were constantly moving stones and throwing them towards the stone gate of the secret road, and the stone gate was already piled up into hills.

"On the other side of the passage, Bai Tianxiang and Wang Chuanlei have completely blocked the cave. Let's seal it up here. They can't escape, and they will all be suffocated inside!"

Zheng Yunming bowed his hands to Su Hanyun respectfully, and said in a low voice.

"Ok!"

Su Hanyun smiled faintly, and said in a low voice,
"You have done a good job. This time, you have wiped out a lot of Huashan faction and masters in the Jianghu. Next, it is time to deal with the remaining five sects!"

"In today's arena, there are not many masters. The remaining five sects, stop doing so many things, just send troops to suppress them, and slaughter them!"

"Everyone, rush to Shaolin Temple as soon as possible!"

"Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, there must be many masters, try to wipe them out completely!"

"My subordinate understands!"

Qin Yuting and Zheng Yunming cupped their hands one after another, their faces revealing an inconceivable ferocity and sternness.

"Master, then this Mount Hua..."

After pondering for a moment, Qin Yuting pointed to the top of Huashan Mountain not far away. The magnificent and mighty Huashan School Hall still stands on the top of the mountain, like a sharp sword.

"Go and search inside, collect all the martial arts collected by the Huashan faction, and burn them!"

Su Hanyun smiled slightly, with a serious look on his face, and said in a low voice,

"There is no Huashan faction in the Jianghu of my Great Zhou!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

Qin Yuting bowed his hands respectfully and withdrew from the top of the mountain. Not long after, a group of people rushed towards the main hall of Huashan Mountain. People searched inside and out for about an hour, and a big fire was immediately lit. With the cold wind rising up, the world seemed particularly depressed.

"Go down the mountain!"

Su Hanyun smiled slightly, with a sinister expression on his face, and walked down the mountain, while Zheng Yunming followed closely behind him, not far away, Su Hanyun said in a low voice,
"There is no need to keep those small sects in the rivers and lakes anymore. Speed ​​up the pace of eradication and try to eradicate them all within a month!"

"My subordinate understands!"

Zheng Yunming cupped his hands slightly, his face showed a serious expression,

"Please rest assured, Governor, within a month, the Jianghu will be completely dilapidated!"

"Well, our family can trust you!"

Su Hanyun paused slightly, and asked again,
"How far are those cannons in red from the Shaolin Temple?"

"The journey has already begun!"

Zheng Yunming's face was full of seriousness, and he said in a low voice,
"According to the current situation, we can reach Shaolin within half a month. We have enough time to deploy and surround Shaolin."

"it is good!"

Su Hanyun took a light breath and quickened his pace down the mountain. Soon after, the shadow of a black carriage appeared in the field of vision, and a man knelt on the ground, ready to welcome Su Hanyun into the carriage.

Su Hanyun stepped on the man's shoulders, and then lowered the carriage curtain. Following the horseman's whip, the black carriage drove slowly down the mountain.

Boom!

On the top of Mount Hua, the raging fire shot up into the sky, and thick black smoke rose from the sky, piercing straight into the sky, revealing a sense of tranquility and depression.

……

The East Police Factory wiped out Huashan and all the masters of the rivers and lakes who went to Huashan to support it. This matter was like a bird with wings, and it spread quickly to all parts of the rivers and lakes. For a while, the rivers and lakes were bloody and bloody, and people were panicked!

At the same time, the masters of Fengyulou began to mop up the small sects in the rivers and lakes, scenes of fighting appeared one after another, and those small sects did not have the slightest resistance at all, and they were directly washed by blood.

There are more and more jitters in the world!
Shaolin Temple!
The melodious and loud bells echoed between the sky and the earth, countless monks and disciples screamed in the martial arts field, and the sharp voice echoed between the sky and the earth, full of solemnity and solemnity.

An old monk with a thin figure and a sad face hurriedly passed by the training ground and came to the main hall in the center of Shaolin Temple. He said something to the people inside. Mountain walk.

Not long after, the two came to the otherworldly place on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. Rows of simple houses stood upright. It looked peaceful inside, but they could vaguely feel the rippling waves of not weak breath.

"Master Uncle!"

The two old monks took two steps forward, came to the door of a house, and kneeled respectfully on the ground.

"Come in!"

There was a soft groan in the room, and the door slowly opened, revealing a thin figure in a gray monk's robe. The old monk had a sad face, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked indifferent.

"Uncle Master, the Huashan faction has been wiped out!"

"The masters of the six sects who went to support did not come back, and the main hall of the Huashan sect was also burned down!"

The two old monks spoke in a low voice with unconcealable solemnity on their faces.

"Amitabha!"

When the old monk in the room heard these words, his face showed a trace of seriousness, he sighed slightly, and said in a low voice,
"All the Huashan faction were killed, even the main hall was burned down. This time, Dongchang is going to completely destroy the Jianghu!"

"My Shaolin Temple, as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai on the rivers and lakes, must not escape this calamity."

"Zhi Yun, Zhi Shuang, from today onwards, you will gather all the people from the Jianghu who came here to seek refuge, as well as the disciples of Shaolin Temple, and prepare to deal with this catastrophe!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

The two old monks kowtowed one after another, and then walked down the mountain with unconcealable solemnity and depression on their faces, and after a short while, the figures of the two disappeared.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk in the room sighed slightly, stood up slowly, and then walked slowly towards the scripture storage pavilion of Shaolin Temple. No one else knew, but he knew that there was the foundation of Shaolin Temple!
There, it can also be said to be the foundation of the entire rivers and lakes.

And there are real masters of Shaolin Temple there!

Boom!
The melodious bell rang again, and the figure of the old monk had disappeared. When he reappeared, he stood at the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He bowed slightly towards the inside, and said in a low voice,

"Brother, you should come out!"

"The catastrophe in the rivers and lakes, has it begun?"

An old sweeping monk came out slowly with a broom, his withered face was full of unconcealable solemnity and a trace of sadness.

"Yes!"

"Dongchang, the Huashan faction has been wiped out!"

"Even the main hall of Mount Hua was burned!"

"This is to completely eradicate the Jianghu!"

"understood!"

The old sweeping monk sighed slightly and said,
"Gather all disciples, do your best, and obey the destiny!"

(End of this chapter)