A mob of clones

The dust that was raised was like a storm, and the soldiers in armor were like dark clouds covering the entire gate of Shaolin Temple.

The sound of war drums reached the sky.

The cold and murderous aura spread wildly.

The war drums slowly stopped, and two figures walked out from the dense army.

The two men did not speak after they appeared, they just stood there, and a violent whirlwind seemed to be blowing around them.

The sky was changing rapidly, the sky was gloomy, dark clouds gathered, and there even seemed to be faint thunder above the towering sky, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

At this moment, the monks guarding the mountain gate felt dazed when they saw the two people at the gate.

There seemed to be mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and forests of bones appearing before them. The clouds in the sky seemed to have transformed into a giant hand that was pressing down on them.

An inexplicable feeling of fear arose spontaneously.

There was clearly a thick wall in front of them, but this temple wall, which could normally withstand the attacks of thousands of troops, did not give any sense of security to the monks guarding the surrounding area and the knights who were received into the temple by the monks.

Their faces turned pale and their legs went weak.

If it weren't for the mysterious Wu He, the absence of the Hundred-Change Scholar would have made Shaolin Temple alert to the existence of assassins and allowed the knights to enter the temple.

Otherwise, the people in the martial arts world would be overwhelmed by the changes in the world and the mental pressure caused by the two people, and they would probably collapse instantly. Some of them fled to both sides, and it was even worse that some of them would directly become the vanguard of the devil and kill their way directly to Shaolin Temple. It was normal.

The two of them just stood there, not doing anything else.

It can be seen how terrifying a Half-Step Outer Realm expert is...

But just when the momentum of the two men was growing stronger and stronger, seeming to overwhelm the consciousness of everyone around them.

"Amitabha!"

With a low Buddhist chant, brilliant golden light descended from the sky like the sun.

Wherever the Buddha's light reaches, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, forests of bones, dark clouds covering the moon, and everything disappears.

An atmosphere of peace and tranquility suddenly enveloped the entire Shaolin Temple.

The masters who were originally affected by the two half-step external realm masters in front of them and fell into fear and unable to extricate themselves suddenly regained their composure.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that at the gate of Shaolin Temple, next to a group of monks who were so scared that their legs were weak and they couldn't stand up straight, there stood an old monk with a haggard face.

He lowered his brows and clasped his hands together.

Facing the massive army in front of him and the two peerless powerful men in front of the formation, he was not moved at all, just like the thousand-year-old temple behind him, calm and unruffled.

Seeing that it was Abbot Xin Ji who arrived, everyone present regained their sanity and their faces looked much better.

However, when everyone looked down, at the two people standing at the temple gate, there was still an inexplicable fear in their eyes.

This time it was not the influence of mental power or external force, but it truly came from the heart.

It’s terrifying. It’s really too terrifying.

The two men did nothing but stood there. If Master Xin Ji had not taken action, they would have died on the spot.

Such a gap makes even the martial artists who have experienced life-and-death battles feel despair.

"Even though we have Zen Master Xinji here."

"But there are two, no less than three, strong men like this on the other side, and the great general Duoercha has not appeared yet."

"With such a huge gap in power, is there really any need to resist?"

Despair spread like water.

Seeing the performance of the people in Shaolin Temple, two of them walked out, a burly man covered with animal fur, with a huge tiger head on his head, and exuding a fierce aura.

He stretched out his arms and a deep voice came out of his mouth.

The mental force wrapped around the sound, spreading in all directions with a strange and alluring power.

"Abbot Xinji, surrender!"

"This king has also heard of the Buddhist precepts and scriptures."

"I know that you monks are compassionate."

"As long as you lead the Shaolin Temple to surrender to me, I will let everyone in the temple go, including you."

The barbarian king opened his arms at this moment and looked at the monks and knights on the temple wall with shaken faces. He had a bold smile on his face, as if he really had the ambition to conquer the world.

"There is an old saying in the Central Plains that goes: He who knows the current affairs is a hero."

"Master, you don't want this ancient temple, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to be destroyed in an instant because of your one thought, and hundreds of lives behind you to die without a burial place because of you, right?"

Hearing the threat from the prairie wolf lord in front of him, Zen Master Xinji clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha".

His face was still kind, but there was clearly no intention of compromise in his expression. He just spoke softly, and the Buddha's light shone upon him, making the dazed people around him who had been bewitched by the Wolf Lord's voice regain their consciousness.

Then he looked at the grassland wolf lord in front of him, the barbarian king shook his head slightly, which obviously showed his attitude.

Although the monks and knights in front of the stage were still trembling slightly, their eyes were still looking down firmly.

A few who wavered were taken to another place by a group of monks.

His attitude was very clear: those who were willing to fight to the death would fight to the death, and those who wanted to retreat could also retreat.

But surrender?
It's impossible!

Seeing this, the Prairie Wolf Lord, who had a bold smile on his face just now, slowly lowered his arms, lowered his head slightly, and a leisurely voice came out of his mouth.

"We in the Grassland Wolf Clan have three powerful people who are close to being immortals."

"Then the master thinks that you alone can defeat the three of us."

As if to echo his words, the next moment the black clouds that originally occupied only half of the sky suddenly surged wildly.

Blood shot up into the sky, and rays of white light surged above the ground. It seemed that countless dry bones were pouring out of the earth.

The mountains of corpses, seas of blood and skeletons were boiling again.

The originally illuminating Buddha's light was continuously compressed like a ball under this surging momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the world once again turned into a sea of ​​blood and bones.

The hearts of the people who had just recovered were once again shrouded in fear.

"Wai Jing has indeed surpassed the level of ordinary martial arts and is almost at the level of an immortal."

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"How do we fight this?!"

Meng Qi, who had already transformed into a fierce King Kong and was kneeling on one knee, supported his head and looked at the murderous aura coming towards him with a dazed look in his eyes.

Smelling the bloody and rotten smell that clearly didn't exist but seemed to pierce his soul, he tried to force himself to stay upright, but the conditions totally didn't allow it.

Just keeping his mind calm had almost consumed all of his strength.

Meng Qi looked around with some difficulty.

Around him were Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Qi Zhengyan, Qing Jing, Qi Xia, and even the middle-aged newcomer Wang Jin, who had been unwilling to work with the younger generations before.

Just looking at their faces it was obvious that they were not in good condition either.

Especially Qi Xia among them.

Her cultivation level was only average, with a greater emphasis on hidden weapons and mechanical techniques. If Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan had not protected her, she would probably not be able to stand up at this moment.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qi couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

It would be easy to deal with if it was just General Duoercha.

Now there are three half-step outer realm masters, among whom Dorcha is still hiding in the dark, and no one knows what he is preparing. How should we fight in this situation?
Meng Qi did not distrust the mysterious Wu He, but the scene before him was too terrifying. Was this really a task that they could accomplish?
While thinking, Meng Qi's eyes involuntarily looked in one direction.

Sitting there cross-legged was a young man holding a red sword, and he was regulating his breathing and practicing martial arts.

And just when Meng Qi was wavering, an ethereal and distant voice suddenly sounded.

"Of course you can."

"That guy has that kind of strength."

Meng Qi couldn't help but shudder when he heard the voice that was unfamiliar but seemed to be engraved in his DNA and could cause physical discomfort just by hearing it.

He turned his head suddenly, and was shocked to find a familiar face standing beside him with a smile on his face.

When he saw this familiar figure, Meng Qi almost cursed out loud.

The reason was simple, because the person who was born at this time was none other than Gu Xiaosang, who almost took his life before.

Unlike the others who found it difficult to move under this mental pressure, Gu Xiaosang was smiling brightly at the moment. Standing in this sea of ​​blood and corpses and a jungle of bones created by the spirit, he felt like he was on a picnic in spring.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood could not block her sight, and forests of bones could not entertain her eyes.

His movements also attracted the attention of Zhang Yuanshan and others.

Although it was difficult to move, they still looked at Gu Xiaosang with vigilance.

Especially Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, after asking Qingjing and Qi Zhengyan to protect Qi Xia, they came in front of Meng Qi, and the two long swords flashing with cold light crossed each other.

If Gu Xiaosang in front of her made any unnecessary movement, she would definitely be attacked by the two of them like a storm.

But Gu Xiaosang didn't seem to care much about it and looked innocent.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just here to complete the mission."

"Killing teammates from the same camp will deduct good deeds."

Gu Xiaosang said this, but no one present dared to believe his nonsense.

Especially Meng Qi. After Jiang Zhiwei and Qi Zhengyan both protected him, he gradually regained his ability to move. He stood up, and his whole body was shining with golden light.

A pair of eyes looked at Gu Xiaosang in front of him vigilantly, and at the same time he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"This mission is already troublesome enough, and someone actually came to mess it up..."

"I'm not here to cause trouble." As she said that, Gu Xiaosang turned her head to look in front of the temple gate, her red lips slightly raised and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Look over there, the fight is about to start."

When everyone looked in the direction of the voice, they saw that Master Xin Ji was still like an old monk in meditation. He looked at the spiritual storm raised by the three people in front of him. Even though his own Buddha light was retreating, he remained unmoved.

"Oh, three people, that is, in addition to the Wolf Lord and the High Priest, General Duoercha is here too?"

Before the Wolf Lord could speak, the high priest in a long robe and with a vulture feather on his head took a step forward and let out a sinister laugh.

He avoided the question from Master Xin Ji and said in a cold voice:

"Xin Ji, do you think you can handle the three of us working together?"

"I'm afraid you didn't have this ability in your prime, let alone now that you're old and weak?!"

He is the high priest of the grassland wolf tribe. He is good at sacrificial evil arts and is also a strong man who has reached the half-step outer realm.

He is a genius of the same era as Abbot Xin Ji.

They have been restraining each other for so many years, but they never expected that the martial arts in the Central Plains would decline, while the grassland side had only two geniuses, the Wolf Lord and Duoercha.

Now that the two old rivals meet, how could there be no verbal sparring?
But this is just the high priest's idea. Abbot Xinji's mentality is obviously more stable.

He looked at his old rival, a rare smile appearing on his dull face, his hands still clasped together.

"No, Lord Wolf has misunderstood. It's not me who is going to deal with you, but..."

"it's me--"

A clear laugh was like the first ray of morning light on the horizon, shining through the dark clouds in the sky.

A red sword energy shot up into the sky.

The strange phenomenon in the sky was instantly shattered by the sword like a mirror.

The sword energy that soared into the sky turned into a rain of swords flying all over the sky and fell straight down in the next moment.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the three people below changed suddenly, and a furious will suddenly exploded.

Among the three, the skinny high priest suddenly took a step forward and came in front of the burly man as if he had shortened the distance.

In his hand he held a staff shaped from a spine with a vulture skull mounted on its tip.

The staff created a violent hurricane with just a slight wave.

The white bones seemed to be shaped into an altar under his feet, and under the command of the bone staff in his hand, they pounced towards the falling sword light in front of them.

But, the next moment...

The sword light was like the biggest and brightest sun; nothing obscene or evil could stop its power.

The so-called jungle of bones and the so-called evil spirits, the moment they came into contact with the sword light, were like snow meeting the scorching sun, and were instantly chopped into nothingness.

The ferocious sword energy heavily hit the hideous white bone staff.

He actually split the bone staff into two halves with one sword.

The crimson sword energy transformed into a divine dragon and then a fairy phoenix.

The surging power seemed to be about to tear the old high priest in half in an instant.

The prairie wolf lord nearby suddenly threw a punch upon seeing this, and instantly a number of ferocious wolf heads emerged from his hands, biting towards the dragon and phoenix drawn by the sword energy.

But the two divine beasts merely opened their mouths and roared, and the ferocious wolf pack instantly let out bursts of wailing.

The prairie wolf masters behind him snorted and flew backwards suddenly.

This is just the aftermath.

The situation on the high priest's side was even more tragic.

The mountains cracked and the ground was torn apart.

The surging sword light stirred up the wind and clouds, cutting away the dark clouds in the sky that obscured the sun and the moon.

The clear sunlight poured down from the sky, sprinkling on all the knights below.

Invigorate everyone with a warm breath.

But surprisingly, when the raging flames dissipated, the high priest who should have been split in two did not die.

The robe on his body was cut open, revealing the skinny body underneath.

But there was not a single scar on the body that looked like rotten wood.

On the contrary, hundreds of soldiers in the dense army behind them actually let out a cry of grief in their hearts.

His body turned into pus and blood in an instant and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a fishy smell all over the ground.

The same happened to the prairie wolf lord who was knocked away nearby.

However, the dozens of soldiers behind him died differently. They covered their hearts and instantly fell to the ground, losing their breath.

Seeing this scene, others didn't understand and just felt it was incredible, but the mysterious Wu He clearly saw the trick.

"Let your soldiers die instead? That's a really good idea."

"No, no, I am old and languishing, and I cherish my life, not like you young people."

Listening to the majestic sound coming from the sky, the high priest of the grassland who was holding a half-broken bone staff stared at the broken staff in his hand and threw it aside.

Then he raised his head and looked at the man in the sky who was wearing white clothes, holding a long sword, and whose black hair looked a bit dark red against the backdrop of the surrounding red flames.

The mysterious Wu He stood in the void, and a red lotus appeared under his feet with every step forward.

Lotus flowers bloom with every step, just like an immortal in heaven.

Seeing this scene, the high priest and the wolf lord below showed a bit of fear in their eyes.

Originally, the two were unwilling to believe that a young man of only fifteen or sixteen years old could defeat Duoercha.

That kind of thing is really too unbelievable.

But now that I have seen it for myself, it seems that what he said is true.

As masters of half-step exterior scenes, even they could not do the empty step in the air, but the young man in front of them could.

Either his cultivation is profound or his inheritance is powerful.

Even if they are unwilling to believe that such people exist, the facts are right before their eyes and they cannot help but believe it.

However, facing such a powerful and mysterious Wu He, the two people below seemed to have their own confidence and did not show any fear.

Among them, the Grassland Wolf Lord took the lead and took a step forward, opening his arms and saying:
"I wonder what your identity is, young man?"

"The Central Plains court is now weak, and my wolf tribe has come with the destiny to change the dynasty."

"If you are willing to join the Wolf Clan and be worshipped by our Golden Family, you will surely make further progress in the future and truly step into the ranks of the Immortals. Isn't it wonderful to attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven?"

"What if I say no?"

With just one sentence, the Wolf Lord, who was originally talking big, suddenly shut his mouth.

In just a moment, the seemingly bold smile on the Wolf Lord's face disappeared completely, and was replaced by a cold and solemn expression like the coldest days of winter.

"Then you may give it a try."

"No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are no match for one person."

"To deal with you, even if three people are not enough, then we can use thirty people, and if thirty people are not enough, then we can use three hundred people, and if three hundred people are not enough, then we can use three thousand people!"

"If three thousand people are not enough, then let's do thirty thousand."

"Today, the king is coming with 300,000 soldiers."

"No matter how strong you are, you can't kill us all before your energy runs out."

"It would be better to quickly join my wolf tribe, so that..."

But before he could finish his threatening words, the only response he got was the flash of a flying sword.

In an instant, he and the high priest beside him were knocked away again.

Hundreds more soldiers died tragically.

But this time, the mysterious Wu He obviously had no intention of stopping, and the sword light in his hand flashed one after another.

He chased the two men and hacked them to death.

That unyielding attitude seemed to be saying - "If I can't kill you with one sword, I'll use two swords."

"Two swords are not enough, then let's use twenty swords, two hundred swords, two thousand swords!!!"

Then countless people present saw such a horrifying scene. They thought it would be a fight between dragons and tigers, but they didn't expect that when everything really happened, it would be such a scene.

Human lives evaporated like water, and a foul odor filled the entire Shaohua Mountain.

The raging storm continued to rage towards the ground.

The high and mighty Wolf Lord and High Priest were like two ants being trampled into the ground, getting deeper and deeper.

Even Gu Xiaosang, who had originally been optimistic about the mysterious Wu He, put away the frivolous smile on his face and stood up on the spot.

"Is this guy really a human?"

The Wolf Lord and the high priest, who were buried deeper and deeper in the ground, truly felt the coming of death at this moment, their faces filled with fear.

"No, no, no, no, I can't die yet."

The Wolf Lord was buried in the soil, completely unable to move, his body continued to sink, and the breath of fear spread around him.

He cried out almost heartbreakingly:

"Duoercha, save me!!!"

...(End of chapter)