The sweeping monk, the god in the minds of the innate masters of Shaolin, was respected by many innate masters as their mentors, and regarded as the last trump card of the hermit master. With the joint efforts of ten innate masters, he had no ability to resist and lost his ability to move.

However, the sweeping monk seemed to have no idea about the fact that he was being restrained, and he was just muttering something.

Murong Goudan, who was closer, could hear clearly, and the sweeping monk said—

"Ten...how could it be...ten..."

Obviously, this hermit master hidden in Shaolin Temple represents one of the strongest powers of the Tianlong, and has not yet successfully emerged from the surprises brought by ten innate extreme masters.

But, I think so.

The master of the Innate Extreme Realm is almost the top existence in this world, and only he has achieved it in this world.

Now, ten such masters appear, most of them are young people in their twenties and thirties. This kind of blow will be replaced by another person with a weak mind and may even be stimulated to go crazy.

"Slay the temple!"

The sweeping monk was captured, and Shaolin lost his biggest trump card, without any threat.

With a cold face, the little emperor waved his hand and ordered the six thousand troops behind him.

"promise!"

The six thousand troops shouted in unison, and the sound came from Shaoshi Mountain and reached the foot of the mountain, making many martial arts people at the foot of the mountain unable to help but feel fear.

Is this the elite soldier of the Song Dynasty?

It seems that it is not as weak as imagined.

"Defend Shaolin to the death!"

"The temple is there, and the temple is dead!"

"Kill these imperial dog thieves!"

"Catch the dog emperor alive and guard me Shaolin!"

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha also turned into a angrily Vajra. Buddha, for my Buddha, I am going to start a massacre today!"

Faced with the order from the little emperor to slaughter the temple, no Shaolin monks were lucky. They were all excited and clamoring to fight to the death.

Compared with the monks of Shaolin, the six thousand troops behind the little emperor must be much more disciplined.

Under the command of the deputy commander of the Imperial Army, under the command of Wang Jian, the commander of the Dragon Army, the six thousand troops were divided into six neatly arranged teams.

Each thousand people are one unit, either lying, pausing, or standing, forming a formation that can shoot at the maximum area.

Facing the nearly a hundred monks who rushed out of Shaolin Temple without being controlled by the abbot and the head of the head, these elite soldiers had a strict face and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

Under Wang Jian's order to "fire", a thousand troops of the first column pulled the trigger in unison, and a thousand bullets rushed out of the barrel at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Some shot to the ground, and some turned into stray bullets and accidentally injured the monk who did not rush out from behind.

And more, they did sank into the bodies of nearly a hundred monks who rushed out, splashing out blood, leaving blood holes on these monks.

It was just one round of shooting, and nearly a hundred monks who did not know the power of modern weapons were shot and fell to the ground.

The few were shot more than thirty times, and the few more had three or five more blood holes, and no one could stand up.

massacre!

This is a bloody massacre!

I thought that facing the six thousand army, I would have no strength to fight to the death, but I didn't expect that I would not meet again. Nearly a hundred monks who rushed out died inexplicably.

Even the monks who were still alive still knew nothing about the unique weapon from the hands of the Dragon Army except for its great power.

How to fight this?

In an instant, an emotion called fear grew from the hearts of the monks in Shaolin.

Fear spread in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

However, the Shaolin Temple was afraid, but the Song army side did not order the Emperor to stop. His Majesty’s previous order was to slaughter the temple.

Therefore, after nearly a hundred monks were placed, and after harvesting nearly a hundred lives, six thousand from the Dragon Army did not stop at all. The second column added and pointed the gun at the many monks in front of the Shaolin Temple.

Death is so close that the disaster of destroying the temple seems to be in the evening.

At this moment, many monks in Shaolin Temple were ready to meet the Buddha.

And at this moment, a sigh rang in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"well!"

This sigh was not loud, and even judged by the breath, those who make this sigh were not at the innate realm.

However......

This sigh attracted the attention of many people present.

Because everyone could hear clearly, the owner of this sigh that was quite helpless and sigh was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xuanci!

As the leader of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci never showed any fear on his face since the moment the emperor ordered the encirclement of Shaolin.

Even though the troops arrived at the foot of the mountain yesterday, Xuanci had no intention of surrendering to the court.

You know, at that time he didn't know that Shaolin's hidden innate masters had already had the means to deal with it, and he didn't know that Shaolin still had big bosses like the Sweeping Monk hidden.

Therefore, his calmness is worthy of people's consideration!

What exactly is it that gives him such confidence?

The little emperor was curious about this, and Su Luo was also curious about it.

The strongest existence in this world is the half-step master, and he can be 100% sure of this.

The half-step master obviously cannot get any benefits when facing the ten innate extreme realms, and this has been proved by the Sweeping Monk.

So, where is Xuanci, or Shaolin’s true confidence?

Now, after being forced into a dead end, Xuanci revealed the answer to Su Luo and the little emperor.

His confidence is in his hands.

After a sigh, Xuanci stretched out his right hand and slowly opened his tight palm under everyone's attention.

While Xuan Ci's palm was opened, the things in his palm were also presented to the world for the first time.

bead!

A bead that emits a faint golden glow!

"The younger disciple Xuan Ci was incompetent, which caused Shaolin to suffer a catastrophe. Today, Shaolin is in danger. Xuan Ci was helpless and disturbed the ancestor and begged the ancestor to take action to solve my Shaolin crisis."

Xuanci's words were not loud, but they were clearly heard into everyone present.

Ancestor?

What kind of ancestor?

In addition to the sweeping monk who is about to enter the Grandmaster realm, there are other hidden masters in Shaolin?

How is that possible? If there was such an existence, Shaolin should have invited people out long ago. How could he watch the nearly 100 disciples being massacred before?

unless......

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the bead in Xuan Ci's palm again.

While speaking, the pure Buddhist true energy in Xuanci was constantly instilling into the golden beads in his hand.

As his internal strength was indoctrinated, the golden light on the bead became more and more destructive, and magically broke away from Xuanci's palm and floated into the air.

then......

"Amitabha!"

As the Buddha's yelled, the beads floating in the air were full of golden light. After the golden light passed, the beads disappeared. Instead, a monk who looked a bit illusory and was surrounded by golden light.

“This…this is….”

Faced with this sudden scene, the little emperor, who thought he was confident in holding the system's father's thigh and was stunned.

What is this? Why haven’t you even heard of it?

"Damn it! Bodhidharma's relics! Shaolin Temple also has such good things, and it's a great harvest!"

Compared to the little emperor's confusion, Su Luo swears directly after seeing the monk shrouded in golden light.

Even if he hadn't been concerned about his systematic image, he would have wanted to rush over to immediately... Bah bah bah bah bah bah! He had snatched this relic of Bodhidharma.

The relics sealed the last power of the martial arts Golden Elixir master before the passing of his life, and after the unsealed, they were able to fight the last battle.

It turns out that this is Shaolin's real trump card, which allows Shaolin to stand for thousands of years and be fearless in the face of the imperial army!

This... this is not a trump card, this is simply a treasure gift boy!

ps: The third update is here! I also tell you a secret: the author of this book is very careful. This chapter says that if there are too few book reviews, the author will not like to add updates.
Chapter completed!