At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were very excited.

"It's so exciting! I feel my blood boiling." Lei Wujie said excitedly.

In fact, he had never seen such a big battle. The whole Jianghu forces joined forces to encircle a teenager.

Although the identity of this teenager was somewhat special, he was only seventeen years old.

"Ruolin has taken action, but now they are just small minions. The real big boss has not come yet." Xiao Se shook his head.

He was not worried about Xiao Ruolin's safety. In the previous battle at Meirenzhuang, he estimated that his brother's strength was at least in the Heaven Realm.

And those killers in the jungle were at most in the Vajra Ordinary Realm. Even if there were more of them, they would not be his brother's opponents.

If those big sects did not come out, no one could hurt him.

Then, he spotted a burly monk holding a knife among the three hundred monks - Wang Rensun.

He was forced into the game and forced to kill his friend, but now he still chose to join the game, but this time it was for...

Xiao Se slowly looked at Wu Xin's position, with a slight smile on his face.

"Let's go in first." Wu Xin just glanced coldly, and then stepped into the ruined temple.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se looked deeply at the foot of the mountain, and then followed Wu Xin into the ruined temple.

In the ruined temple, Wu Xin took out a package from his robe, looking extremely solemn.

He slowly walked to the center of the ruined temple, opened the package, and placed it on the altar.

"What is Monk Wu Xin doing?" Lei Wujie asked curiously.

He looked so solemn, as if he was going to perform some ceremony.

Xiao Se stood on tiptoe and saw the things on the altar clearly. He was surprised and said, "It might be the legendary relic."

"Relics?" Lei Wujie was full of doubts.

"Relics are from respected monks who practiced hard during their lifetime. After cremation, they will be worshipped forever because they are sacred objects of Buddhism." Xiao Se explained.

After Wu Xin placed the relic on the altar, he chanted respectfully and murmured, "The old monk could not return here during his lifetime, and his soul should return to his homeland after death. This is also my way of fulfilling his wish."

"Is that the relic of Master Wangyou?" Lei Wujie suddenly realized.

Wu Xin turned around and nodded.

"Amitabha!" Lei Wujie looked at the relic emitting a faint golden light and chanted it.

Even Xiao Se, who was always lazy, couldn't help but become solemn.

Wuxin walked down from the altar, then sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, reciting scriptures with the three hundred monks at the foot of the mountain.

With the sound of the Buddhist scriptures, the golden relic gradually became soft, and a trace of golden light scattered out, covering the entire ruined temple.

For a moment, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie held their breath and locked their eyes on the front.

Behind Wuxin, the golden light condensed into a phantom, and the phantom gradually solidified, and the two finally saw it clearly.

I saw an old monk wearing a monk's robe, with white eyebrows and a kind face, with his hands clasped together.

Wuxin seemed to notice something strange, stopped reciting, and turned around tremblingly.

When he saw the person in front of him, his pupils suddenly shrank, his body trembled violently, and his lips moved: "Master... Master!"

The old monk smiled and slowly opened his eyes.

...

At the same time, at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Ruolin's arrogant tone made many killers unhappy.

Facing his childish face, it was really hard to calm down these killers who were licking blood on the tip of the knife.

"Stop? I'll stop your grandmother's leg!" A killer shouted, and then swung his long knife forward.

"Those who prevent me from making money, all die!"

Facing this attack full of holes, Xiao Ruolin dodged the attack sideways, and the long sword behind him passed forward and shot directly at the killer's chest.

The killer was shocked and wanted to unload the force and withdraw the weapon, but it was too late. He could only watch the long sword pierce his body quickly.

Puff! Blood rained.

Xiao Ruolin recalled the long sword expressionlessly, and blood splashed on his face, making him look even more cruel.

Seeing this, other killers surrounded him one after another. In just a moment, dozens of killers jumped up.

Xiao Ruolin's eyes flashed, and the famous sword behind him flew out immediately, and each sword accurately pierced the enemy's vitals.

Swish, swish, swish!

In the blink of an eye, several assassins fell to the ground, and blood instantly filled the entire land.

The remaining assassins were afraid and their movements became slower.

"Let's attack together! No matter how powerful he is, he is just one person!"

The killer roared.

Xiao Ruolin's eyes were stern, and his long sword was flying in the air, like a dragon out of the sea, unstoppable.

The long sword was like a ghost, moving freely among the killers, and every cold light was the death of a life.

The killers' attacks became more and more crazy, but Xiao Ruolin's speed and strength did not decrease at all.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the killer of Fengxue Pavilion had lost the energy to lead, and he wanted to retreat. He turned around and wanted to escape from here.

However, the sword flashed, and the killer of Fengxue Pavilion screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, the other killers completely lost their fighting spirit and fled in all directions.

What if the order was big?

The young man in front of them was clearly not someone they could fight against. They had money but no life to spend, and no matter how much reward they got, it would be in vain.

Xiao Ruolin looked at the corpses on the ground, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Among these people, there was no shadow of a famous and upright sect.

They all wanted to kill Wuxin, but the only means they had was to invite these assassins from the underworld.

They claimed to be a well-known and upright sect, and inherited the Dao Ji, but their methods were so shameful.

Of the more than 300 assassins, only one in ten survived before the time of an incense stick.

Either they left with the intention of retreating, or they fell forever on this scarce land.

But despite Xiao Ruolin's iron-blooded methods, some people still did not leave.

There were eleven people, wearing black hats on their heads and silver masks on their faces, hiding in the dark, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

And they were also the most murderous among the more than 300 assassins. They were assassins in the dark and the most vicious assassins.

They had a name called... Dark River!

Bang Bang Bang!

One of them walked forward with a hoarse voice and couldn't help but applaud: "Thank you so much for helping us get rid of these trash. This saved us a lot of trouble. I'll reward you. How about cutting your body into eight pieces?"

Looking at the man in front of him, Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but sneer: "From Dark River?"

"Oh! It's good that you know." The leader chuckled.

After saying that, he waved his hand, and the ten assassins around him immediately surrounded Xiao Ruolin.

"I know you are very strong, but facing the eleven of us, you have no chance of winning." The man joked.

"You are a little confident." Xiao Ruolin frowned slightly.

The man howled to the sky, then lifted his hat and took off his mask: "Dark River Su Family, Su Changfeng!"

"Su Changfeng?" Xiao Ruolin's eyelids jumped twice, and then his face was calm: "I've never heard of it."

He couldn't help but emphasize the word "completely", which made Su Changfeng's eyes instantly cold.

"You are looking for death!" He said in a deep voice.

He took a step forward, slashed down with the long sword in his hand, and a powerful sword energy burst out from the sword tip and shot towards Xiao Ruolin.

Xiao Ruolin's eyes condensed, and before he could make any move, Mo Xie dispersed the sword energy.

Su Changfeng's expression became serious, and he no longer looked down on the boy.

His strength in the Dark River was not low, and his own cultivation had reached the realm of freedom.

With such strength, he could be the leader of a sect in other organizations, but he was only one of the members of the Twelve Spider Webs of the Dark River, codenamed Yinhu.

But his sword just now was easily slashed by the boy.

This matter is of great importance, and the head of the family repeatedly reminded that there must be no mistakes.

"Let's go together!" He shouted.

The other Dark River killers moved instantly, with their weapons shining coldly, and rushed up to surround Xiao Ruolin.

"Not bad strength!" Xiao Ruolin raised his eyebrows slightly.

As expected of Dark River, the top killer organization, they were generous and all the killers they sent were in the Free Land Realm.

And there were only twelve in the Free Land Realm in his Soul Binding Pavilion, which was a big gap from Dark River.

So...

Xiao Ruolin drew his finger, and the long sword brought up a series of phantoms. In the flash of the sword, the ten people died in an instant.

Such an invisible killing method made Su Changfeng couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, he suddenly felt a strange wave coming from behind him, and turned his head to look.

With a sound of "swish", the corpse was separated.

The fallen leaves were flying, the cool wind was blowing, and the killers sent by various forces were all destroyed and buried in the land.

Their death did not mean that the battle was over. On the contrary, everything was just beginning...