Suddenly, in this solemn and solemn Grand Hall, an extremely arrogant voice sounded, and the faces of the Shaolin monks showed a look of astonishment. Looking along the sound, a monk's face was full of pride and crazy. Who would he be if he hadn't transformed into Yuan Zhencheng Kun?

The head of the Bodhidharma Hall took a step forward, stared at Cheng Kun and said, "Bold Yuanzhen, what do you mean?"

Yuanzhen laughed loudly and looked at the crowd in a blunt manner and said, "What do you mean? Don't you understand? What I mean is that you old guys are really too ignorant. Isn't it good to surrender to the Yuan court?"

The head of the Bodhidharma Hall couldn't help but shout, her eyes widened, staring at Yuanzhen like a Vajra and said, "What a sinister, are you still my Shaolin disciple?"

In the eyes of the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, even if the Shaolin disciples are afraid of death, they will never propose to surrender to the Yuanmeng court like Yuanzhen. However, Yuanzhen actually expressed his intention to surrender to the Yuanmeng court in this hall, which was simply slapping them in the face.

Cheng Kun sneered, pulled the cassock on his body and exposed the moon white clothes and said, "What a shit Shaolin disciple? When did I, Cheng Kun, become a Shaolin disciple? It's so ridiculous."

A group of Shaolin monks looked at Cheng Kun in shock. Suddenly, the Shaolin abbot reacted and pointed at Cheng Kun and said, "You are the master of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. Hunyuan Pili hand Cheng Kun, what is your intention to get into my Shaolin?"

Cheng Kun said proudly: "I am the master of Xie Xun's evil disciple. As for whether to get involved in your Shaolin, is that more than anything else? Of course, I want to provoke your relationship with the Ming Cult so that you can use your power to deal with the Ming Cult."

As Cheng Kun thought about the horror of Fang Xiaoyu and Zhang Wuji and his group who had encountered before, he was still scared. If it weren't for his timely and decisive use of the secret technique, he would be afraid that he had been killed by Zhang Wuji.

However, with Fang Xiaoyu and his group, I am afraid that the five major sects will destroy the Ming Cult. In Cheng Kun's opinion, it would be good that the five major sects could go down the mountain smoothly, and they might be left on the top of the light.

Fortunately, Cheng Kun had not received any news about what happened on the Guangming Pin, so he had no idea that as he had guessed, the five major sects were able to save some of their power down the mountain except for Wudang because Fang Xiaoyu was deliberately letting go. As for the other sects, they were almost completely destroyed at the Guangming Pin.

"What a bad guy, Cheng Kun, you should die."

He heard the head of the Bodhidharma Hall shouting and tried to pounce on Cheng Kun with a leap, but his body shook, and his whole body seemed to have been exhausted, and he was weak all over. Because of his sudden rushing forward, his body involuntarily fell forward to the ground.

You should know that the first person in the Bodhidharma Hall is a powerful person in the innate realm, and he can also be ranked among the top ten in Shaolin Temple.

Even if he really faces Cheng Kun, he may not be at a disadvantage. As a result, before he could take action, he fell to the ground.

Everyone looked at the head of the Bodhidharma Hall lying on the ground in surprise and incredible. A congenital strong man fell to the ground suddenly. This was incredible.

I heard the head of the Bodhidharma Hall in shock and said, "It's poisonous, someone poisons it."

Suddenly, the entire hall fell into chaos, and everyone subconsciously circulated the internal breath in their bodies. However, this attempt was nothing, and everyone's faces showed horror.

The breath in the body was stagnant and could not be activated at all, especially when there was a soft and weak feeling in the whole body.

I didn't feel anything strange before, but now everyone finds that the internal energy cannot be mobilized, so they realize their own abnormalities.

Soon a famous monk sat cross-legged on the ground, losing his power of resistance just like the head of the Bodhidharma Hall.

Even the Shaolin Abbot and other several unfathomable elders were obviously caught. When they found out that they were poisoned, it was too late. They just held on for a little longer, but in the end they fell to the ground like other monks.

There were more than a dozen monks standing in the crowd. The dozen monks looked as usual, not like they were poisoned, especially at this moment, with a little excitement and smugness on their faces.

Cheng Kun looked at the poisoning of the crowd and couldn't help but feel more proud and said, "How is it, in order to deal with you, the little princess has used all the treasures Shixiang Soft Jin Powder at the bottom of the Ruyang Palace. However, this Shixiang Soft Jin Powder is really effective, it is colorless and tasteless, and it is hard to prevent it. Once poisoned, you will lose all your body and your inner viscose."

More than a dozen monks walked past the monks who fell to the ground and stood in the center of the hall. One of them was an elder of the Damo Hall. He was often scolded by the head of the Damo Hall on weekdays. Now he walked to the head of the Damo Hall with a proud look on his face, and looked down at the head of the Damo Hall and said: "First, I didn't expect you to have today."

While speaking, the monk kicked the head of the Bodhidharma Hall hard, and that kick was exhausted. The monk was not very strong, but he also had the peak of acquired status. If it were a normal day, it would be impossible for him to hurt a powerful innate person.

However, now that the first person in the Bodhidharma Hall was poisoned, the inner hobby was completely lost, and he was unable to dodge the opponent's blow, so he could only suffer that kick.

A mouthful of blood was spurted out on the spot. At this time, the head of the Bodhidharma Hall was no better than an ordinary person. The kick was kicked firmly, and almost half of his life had been lost.

Seeing this, the monks in the hall couldn't help but glared at the elder of the Bodhidharma Hall, and they clasped their hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name in their mouths.

He kicked the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, but seemed to be unhappy, so he rushed up and kicked the head of the Bodhidharma Hall again.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out, and soon the head of the Bodhidharma Hall with innate realm was kicked to death in the Mainland Palace in such a frustration.

But such a tragic incident happened in the Buddhist holy land, which is unbearable to witness.

Cheng Kun, who was standing beside him, had no intention of stopping him, but instead looked at him with interest, with great encouragement.

Cheng Kun had already given these monks who were extremely stubborn and had no chance of cooperating with the Yuan Dynasty, and there would be no second way to go except death.

So since it can be used to win over these Shaolin traitors who surrendered to the court, it is naturally necessary to make reasonable use of them.

If these people were stained with the blood of Shaolin monks, then these people would have to go all the way to the dark and there would be no possibility of rebellion in the future.

Thinking of letting these monks who rebel from Shaolin kill those diehards who refused to submit to the court, such an idea came from the hands of a teenage girl like Zhao Min. Even Cheng Kun couldn't help but feel a little afraid of Zhao Min.

But no matter how cruel it is, we have to admit that this is the most effective way to control these rebels.

Even after this, the power of the righteous path in the world has been greatly reduced, but the world is so big and there are countless sects of all sizes, so it is not realistic to use the power of the Yuan Dynasty to destroy all the martial arts people.

In this way, as long as you grasp the handle of these rebels, you will not be afraid that these people will not be loyal to the Yuan Dynasty in the future. At that time, Shaolin was still Shaolin, but inside it became a group of rebels and a group of court lackeys, and became an obedient evil dog who suppressed the power of the world by the Mongols.

Since he chose to rebel from Shaolin and surrender to the Mongol Yuan, the character of these dozen monks can be imagined.

Seeing that the elder of the Bodhidharma Hall was beaten to death by the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, Cheng Kun's secret nod, more than a dozen people immediately reacted.

So the dozen monks searched for the conflicts they had on weekdays, and they were so angry that they gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

Soon, bursts of pride and arrogant laughter came from the entire Main Hall, but if someone saw what happened in Main Hall, he would probably stay there on the spot.

It was so miserable that dozens of Shaolin monks fell into the pool of blood all over the ground.

The entire hall was dyed red with blood. Even the Shaolin abbot was leaning half leaning against the Buddha's seat at the foot of the Buddha. Seeing a Shaolin monk being killed by these crazy rebels in front of him, the Shaolin abbot exhaled with a big mouthful of blood and fainted in anger.

It was originally a solemn and holy Buddhist land, with Buddhas and Bodhisattvas around them majestic and high above, and they seemed to see the tragedy that happened in the hall.

Blood splattered on many Buddha statues, but those rebels who were already a little crazy didn't care about this at all. They just vented the dark aura in their hearts madly.

Even Cheng Kun couldn't help but be surprised in his heart when he looked at the tragic image in the hall. He really didn't expect that these people would be so cruel and kill all the former fellow disciples.

There are dozens of Shaolin monks, including nearly ten of them in the previous realm, almost 70% or 80% of the top strong men in Shaolin. However, except for one of these innate strong men, everyone else died in this tragic incident.

It can be said that just this incident, Shaolin was completely damaged by his vitality. Even if someone could quell the rebellion, Shaolin also exhausted his foundation and vitality. He would have to cultivate for at least a hundred years before he could recover.

Although the Shaolin disciples outside the hall vaguely heard the strange sound from the hall, they did not dare to approach the Main Hall before they were summoned, so the tragedy in the hall was still going on, while the Shaolin disciples in the temple did not know that a bloody scene was being performed in the Main Hall.

A cup of tea passed by, and more than a dozen rebels gradually calmed down. When they saw the miserable scene in the hall, they were all a little confused.

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