The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 287 Appearance
"What happened?"

"Ah, that seems to be the direction of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion!"

"Go and see!"

……

A group of Shaolin eminent monks hurried to the backyard. From a distance, they saw the huge roof of the Sutra Pavilion disappeared and was thrown away.

Not only was the roof of the pavilion gone, but with the time they rushed here, the Sutra Pavilion seemed to have been exposed to the wind and sun for hundreds of years, and it turned into dust like ashes in the wind and snow. Even the thousands of volumes of scriptures in the pavilion were also disintegrated one by one, scattered in the wind and dust, and turned into confetti.

Seeing this scene, all heroes and masters from all walks of life were first distracted, and then they were all shocked and dumbfounded.

Looking again, the Buddhist scriptures pavilion has disappeared, not a single tile remains, and only a dark brown foundation is left in place, like a piece of ink imprinted in the white snow, but it is quickly covered by frost and snow .

The Sutra Pavilion is gone.

Suddenly someone exclaimed anxiously: "Look, there is someone in the Sutra Pavilion!"

Everyone immediately turned their eyes to look, and there were indeed several figures in the drifting wind and dust.

"Damn it, are you the one who destroyed the thousand-year foundation of my Shaolin Temple?"

A monk wanted to step forward to question him, but his lips trembled suddenly, his face turned ashen, and he quickly swallowed back the words that came to his lips.

In the flying snow curtain, several figures face each other from a distance, seeming to be careless, but there is no wind and snow around them; what is even more frightening is that it is difficult to get three feet in front of them even when the wind is raging. .

Seen from a distance, the wind and snow were forced to stay outside, and they flowed against the current one after another, just like rushing snow waves, or like white dragons and snakes, rushing back, circling in the sky, howling like a roar, and finally enveloping all of them. One person in the field.

A'Zi's pretty face was pale, but when she shrank behind Chen Zhuo, she felt wrapped in a strange force, not to mention the violent momentum, even the wind and snow would not be able to overwhelm her, she was so dumbfounded that her jaw almost dropped.

She didn't seem to realize that this situation was dangerous, and exclaimed excitedly: "I can't see that you are so powerful!"

Chen Zhuo smiled and said, "Where are we going? The people have not arrived yet, and the interesting part is yet to come."

While chatting and laughing, he looked at the several snow waves rushing towards him, his eyelids trembled slightly, he raised his hand and pointed in the air, and said calmly: "Definitely!"

As soon as the word "定" is uttered, it is like a stone falling into the water, and an invisible and qualityless wave immediately takes him as the source, swings in all directions, and is like a layer of ripples visible to the naked eye, born along with the word, sweeping the void .

Wherever the fluctuations passed, the wind subsided and the snow stopped, and the world outside Chen Zhuo's body returned to silence.

"Hey," Duan Siping was caught in the fluctuation range, his physical body shook slightly, and he immediately got rid of the silence. He brushed the frost and snow in front of him, his eyes lightened slightly at random, and he muttered with concentration: "It's so amazing, that the body and spirit of the same practitioner I think it’s the first time I’ve seen such a character in all these years of wandering in the rivers and lakes... A single word is like giving birth to divine power, and can control all things, hehe, not vulgar, really not vulgar.”

The others are all top experts in the world, so naturally they will not be determined by this one word, but their eyes have changed.

The sweeping monk put his palms together, stood in the snow, glanced at the empty scripture pavilion, and sighed quietly: "A thousand-year-old temple!"

Others did not speak, but responded with actions.

Faced with this provocative move, Murong Longcheng's face turned cold, his eyes were gloomy, and he pointed a finger in the distance with his right hand, a beam of sword energy burst out in a horizontal stroke, the wind and snow split one part into two, Like a ray of long rainbow across the sky, falling between him and Chen Zhuo.

The sword qi was bright, but in front of Chen Zhuo, he suddenly saw a mass of fiery blood-colored zhenqi appearing out of thin air, rising up, and receiving all the sword qi.

The blue-robed scribe had a dignified expression on his face, but there was displeasure in his eyes. He sneered and said, "What an arrogant boy, don't say that you have something to do with that Chen surname. There is only one dead end, and a sensible person can explain the secret of ascension by day, otherwise..."

"Ah, the secret of ascension by day lies in this person?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

It is said that people make money and birds die for food. When they were shocked to hear the words "flying up in the daytime", those many Jianghu masters and martial arts masters who were originally taboo and only dared to watch looked at each other in blank dismay, ready to move.

What's more, these unrivaled masters passed away for many years in the rumors, and no one knew about them. Wouldn't it be a joke to be scared away after just taking a look at them?Moreover, these people came here to find the people behind the scenes that moved the world, and to find out the secret of ascension in the daytime. Now that the truth is in front of them, how can they stop.

The forces of all parties looked at each other, and they had already moved one after another, secretly forming an encirclement formation.

The eminent monks of Shaolin, the elders of the Beggar Clan, and some mainstays in the martial arts also secretly raised their breaths.

"It's you!"

Qiao Feng could not help frowning when he saw Chen Zhuo's appearance clearly.

Although the two only met once, they left a deep impression on them.

"Boy, hand over the secret of Bairi Feisheng, hehe, I, Yun Zhonghe, will take you out, how about it?"

He laughed strangely, but he saw a ghostly figure volleying towards the corner of the eaves of the temple, moving like flying, with afterimages trailing behind him, he actually got the "shrink the ground into an inch" movement technique.

"It's the crane in the cloud!"

Some people opened their mouths, but the rest immediately stopped pressing.

"Hand over it!"

"Hurry up and hand it over!"

"Hand it over and I'll spare your life!"

"Say it!"

……

The twisted and shoved faces became hideous and ugly in the crowd, and all kinds of deep, sharp, hoarse voices emerged one after another.

Jintai monk said: "The cycle of cause and effect, benefactor, you used that treasure map to arouse the selfish desires and greed of all beings in the world in one thought, causing this catastrophe. Now you have tasted the evil results yourself. If you can turn around, it is not too late."

Chen Zhuo smiled, pointed at the monk who swept the ground, and without looking at the people around him, he said with a smile: "You monk, you have cultivated to this level, why do you like this kind of rhetoric, the cycle of cause and effect? ​​Haha, if If there really is karma, there won’t be so many wicked people in this world, let alone so many evil deeds; besides, things belong to me, should I decide whether to give them or not? You can say something in a few words From the beginning, I want to offer it with both hands, how can it be so easy."

"As for you..." He turned his head and smiled slightly, "You have benefited from me and practiced my kung fu, so it's fine if you don't thank Dade, and dare to show your teeth and claws in front of me?"

He suddenly waved his hand, and searched the sky with five fingers of his left hand, the expression of the Yun Zhonghe standing proudly on the cornice suddenly changed, and at the same time he felt that something was wrong, he jumped up and wanted to run away, but as soon as his feet lifted off the ground, But it hangs but does not fall, and the hands and feet are bound, as if being grabbed by an invisible big hand, which is extremely weird.

Chen Zhuo turned his eyes and said coldly, "Duan Yanqing didn't even jump a few times in front of me, what are you?"

Yun Zhonghe hung in mid-air, with a frightened expression on his face, he said: "Ah, you killed the boss...forg...forgive..."

"Four villains?"

Seeing that Chen Zhuoling's five fingers on his left hand were slowly tightened, the sound of the crane in the cloud begging for mercy stopped abruptly, his whole body seemed to be squeezed, his muscles and bones burst, the blood arrows scattered, and then exploded into a cloud of blood in the air.

As soon as the blood was gone, those who had gathered around immediately shuddered, and the greed in their eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by unspeakable fear and horror, and they woke up from fright.

But there are still people who are not afraid of death.

"Then play with you first!"

Chen Zhuo smiled lightly, and took a deep breath. Amidst the whistling wind, he heard a strange heartbeat.

"Plop...plop..."

(End of this chapter)