Traveling through the divine eagle: the first sword of Quanzhen

Chapter 197
After a while, the violent explosion gradually disappeared, and the air was filled with thick gunpowder smoke. Li Qingwei felt tremendous pressure on his body.

Except for this monastery, the entire old city has become ruins.Although it was already in ruins before, it is even more fragmented now.

The flames scorched the dried weeds in the city, and the weeds continued to emit subtle explosions.

The walls of the temple have been devastated by gravel, and many places have been blasted into scorched earth by gunpowder.

At this time, the gate of the temple opened slowly, and the monks walked out slowly. They had transformed this ancient temple into an impenetrable fortress.

Looking at the mess in the city, a monk said: "Really, I don't know who this person is, but he is so powerful that we have to kill him in a way that hurts both sides."

"Who knows? That person's martial arts seems to be taught by Quanzhen, but we are far away in the Western Regions, and Quanzhen is far away in Guanzhong. His martial arts are far above those of the Quanzhen Seven Masters. Apart from Wang Chongyang, I really can't think of anyone who can do this?" said an elderly monk.

"Could it be from Mingjiao?" The monk at the side guessed.

"Mingjiao? There are four sects of wind and thunder in Mingjiao, and there are indeed disciples of Daoism and Buddhism in Fengzimen. But we have nothing to do with Mingjiao. It seems that this person's martial arts is at least one of the Dharma Kings, but I have never heard of Mingjiao. There is a master of the Quanzhen sect among the Dharma kings, and if this person is a member of the Ming sect, he will definitely not come alone to encircle and suppress our Shaolin." The old monk analyzed.

Indeed, looking at the entire Western Regions, both Vulture Palace and White Camel Mountain were severely damaged. In the past, among the three heroes of the Western Regions, only the Mingjiao family remained dominant.

During Song Huizong's period, Fang La, the leader of the Ming religion, led the followers of the Central Plains to revolt. Huang Shang, the prefect of Fuzhou, was ordered by Huizong to lead his troops to destroy Fang La.

After killing several Dharma Kings and Envoys of Light in one breath, Hou Tongguan captured Fang La, who was seriously injured by Huang Shang, alive in the stone stream of Zitongdong.Since then, the vitality of Zhongtu Mingjiao has been seriously injured, and it hastily retreated to the main altar of Guangming Peak in the Western Regions.

And Huang Chang was besieged by all the masters looking for revenge, which is just a later story.

Within a hundred years after this battle, the Mingjiao has been sitting on the top of the light, not caring about Jianghu affairs at all.In the past 30 years, Mingjiao has the image of "reviving the holy fire". Although they have a large number of followers and seem to be the largest sect in the Western Regions, they only walk around the rivers and lakes, but they have never taken the initiative to make enemies with other sects.

After much deliberation, these monks couldn't figure out who they had become enemies with, so that they suffered such a calamity of extermination.

"Warning to my disciples, don't do anything wrong in the past few years. Although we are in the Western Regions, we don't have to be bound by the precepts of the Central Plains. We can drink alcohol, eat meat, and lust for women like Tantra, but we must restrain ourselves. It must be someone among you. People's indiscretions brought about this fatal disaster for the whole faction."

"Amitabha, please pray for me, Buddha, and protect us from this calamity." After finishing speaking, the old monk clasped his hands together and prayed sincerely.

However, the fire and thunder formation in the old city is their last trump card. If the fire and thunder formation can no longer stop the opponent, then they really have no choice.

At this moment, a burst of bitter true energy burst out from under the stone steps, and countless broken stones hit the monks who were caught off guard like bullets.

Many monks were hit by the flying stone and died on the spot.

This powerful qi was naturally burst out by Li Qingwei. A piece of gravel was embedded in his back. Even though he tried his best to use his energy to protect his body, he still underestimated the power of the fire and thunder array.

The stone slab covering his body was also shattered than the fire and thunder, and the broken stone fragments were embedded in his body at that time.Li Qing suffered some skin trauma.

Although he suffered some injuries, it was not serious. Li Qingwei used the Nine Suns Divine Art to force out the gravel. He used the Lanhua Fu acupoint to touch his body a few times, and the wound stopped bleeding.

Seeing Li Qingwei standing up from the rubble, all the monks turned pale with fright.

If Li Qingwei just now looked like Shura in hell, but now he is like a demon king.

"Hehe! It seems that I have really underestimated you! Now that you have finished swinging your three axes, it's my turn!" After saying that, a burst of sword energy went towards the monks.

Now these monks were desperate, and they didn't want to resist any more, because resistance was futile. Li Qingwei kept waving the Longquan sword in his hands among the hundreds of people present, while they ran away in a hurry like a group of mice.

Some daring monks took up weapons to resist, but neither their martial arts nor their weapons were Li Qingwei's opponents.

Their wrought iron sticks were like clay sculptures when they touched Li Qingwei's Longquan sword, and they were cut off by the Longquan sword carrying the power of Zhenyang with just a light stroke.

By breaking off is their head.

After the violent explosion just now and the one-sided massacre before her, Li Ninglu's legs became weak from fright, and she slumped on the ground.The pungent smell of blood wafted in the wind, making her retch for a while, seeing the horrible appearance of these corpses, she finally vomited it out.

Although she is also a member of the Jianghu, she has also seen women who were brutally murdered by the evil monks of the King Kongmen and Shaolin in the Western Regions.

But that was just one or two, and now this terrifying scene appeared in front of her eyes, which she couldn't accept for a while.

The monks wailed and retreated into the temple. When the gate was about to close tightly, Li Qingwei threw the monks' broken iron bars and stuck it in the crack of the door.Afterwards, Li Qingwei kicked open a teacher's door with a flying kick, and the monk who pushed that teacher's door was directly smashed by the rebounding stone door.

Li Qingwei rushed into the temple, and the statue in the temple was replaced by the monks with a harmless Buddha. It sat there high on the top, watching the monks continue to die under Li Qingwei's sword, and the blood even stained the statue's face On the lotus throne.

The lotus flower where the Buddha sat was stained red with blood, like a red lotus that was about to be reborn after being baptized by karmic fire.

At this time, a monk continued to climb towards their Buddha, and he shouted angrily: "Evil ghost! Evil ghost! You slaughtered Buddhist disciples in front of the Buddha, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

The corner of Li Qingwei's mouth under the mask smiled slightly, and he looked up at the towering Buddha.

He said: "I am in awe of the Buddha, but the Buddha used his body to feed a tiger and realized the true fruit of Bodhi under the two trees. Since then, he has saved all living beings and saved the suffering in the world. And you people have sympathized with the suffering of the common people? The cassock hides a demon heart, the mouth is full of Amitabha Buddha, but the belly is full of meat, wine and meat, and the heart is full of male robbers and female prostitutes."

As he cut off one of the monk's legs, blood gushed out of his leg, and he continued: "Based on what you have done, how dare you call yourself a disciple of Buddhism? You are just the remnants of Bo Xun in cassocks .I will do justice for the heavens today, lest you bedbugs come again and ruin the reputation of Buddhism."

(End of this chapter)