"What happened here today?"

Seeing this, Wu Tao thought secretly in his heart.

Being distracted, he accidentally pressed his foot on the branch next to him.

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When this master-level expert heard the voice again, his face was full of shock, and he shouted sternly: "Who is it? How dare you follow me, do you want to kill me?"

Seeing that his figure was exposed, Wu Tao simply stopped hiding it.

He jumped down from the big tree with a slight leap, and said calmly: "I am Qingyunzi from Qingyun Temple!"

"My sword will not kill unknown people. I will tell you your name."

Hearing this, the hidden master-level expert was shocked all over.

From his left hand, an iron judge's pen slipped out, shining brightly under the moonlight.

A wave of memories came to his mind, and Wu Tao immediately understood the identity of this person.

Afterwards, Wu Tao held the Zhenwu sword and said with a sneer: "It turns out to be the remnant of the Demon God Sect, Judge Yan Wenming, one of the ten elders..."

“It’s true that there is a way to heaven but if you don’t take it, there is no way to hell so you will throw yourself into it!”

Just as Yan Wenming was about to run away, he suddenly remembered something and calmed down.

While holding the judge's pen tightly, he said with a smile: "It turns out to be Master Qingyunzi. If I were the only one here today, I might die under the sword of Master..."

"But here today, I have more than a hundred brothers. It's not certain who will live and who will die..."

When Wu Tao heard this, he didn't say much nonsense. He only heard the sound of "ring", and a flashing sword light went straight to Yan Wenming's throat.

If this sword hits, Yan Wenming's body and head will be separated.

The smile on Yan Wenming's face faded and he said with admiration, "I am over a hundred years old, but my swordsmanship is still so flexible..."

Turning sideways to avoid this killing move, Yan Wenming used his backhand to attack with the Judge's Pen.

With a cold snort, Wu Tao flipped the sword, and the Zhenwu Sword trembled with cold light, then changed direction.

Yan Wenming was shocked, and could even be said to be horrified to death.

He originally wanted to bully the original Qingyunzi, but he was old, his energy and blood were declining, and he was far inferior to young people in terms of flexibility and combos.

One sword move has expired, and the sword must be withdrawn before the second move can be unleashed.

Unexpectedly, this body has already changed its owner. Although the energy and blood are incompatible with the energy and spirit, as long as it is not a wheel battle, everything will be fine.

I saw Wu Tao holding a Zhenwu sword and making a series of moves.

The sword radiated in all directions, one blow missed and the next hit one after another.

Even though Yan Wenming had experienced hundreds of battles and was in his prime, his body and blood were at their peak, he couldn't help but feel the spirit of the dead.

Fortunately, he was smart. At the critical moment of life and death, he resorted to crawling, crawling, and rolling, and rolled several meters along the ground.

When Wu Tao saw Yan Wenming looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, he knew that it would not be that easy to kill him.

Immediately, he withdrew his sword and stood up, saying sarcastically, "How about it? If you want to bully the old man, just rely on your three-legged cat skills and your tenderness..."

Although he said this in his mouth, Wu Tao sighed repeatedly in his heart...

This body, due to its age, is two or three-tenths of what it was in its prime.

People who practice martial arts,

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The strongest age is between forty or fifty years old, when the Qi and blood have not yet declined, and the internal strength has reached its peak.

Once you pass the age of fifty, you are like the setting sun, which becomes worse every year.

After patting the dust off his body, Yan Wenming felt ashamed and resentful, not wanting to think that he would almost die on the spot due to a single thought.

Yan Wenming was originally the eldest son of the Yan family, an aristocratic family in Jianghu. Later, for unknown reasons, he left the family.

After he joined the Demon God Sect, he integrated the magic skills with his family's original skills, and his cultivation level increased greatly, becoming one of the top masters in the world.

Seeing that he was no match for Wu Tao, Yan Wenming let out a loud roar and called out his subordinates from Lanxing Temple to besiege Wu Tao together.

Amidst the continuous sound of breaking through the air, Yan Wenming stepped on the Wind Shadow Step, waved the judge pen in his hand, and used his famous skill "Star Pointing Brushwork".

I saw that the judge's pen in Yan Wenming's hand moved quickly, turning into little starlight and cold light, and stabbed Wu Tao.

With a sword slashing through the air, the light of the sword was like a white rainbow. Wu Tao easily crushed Yan Wenming with the internal strength of a grandmaster level.

But before Wu Tao could kill him, the group of demon sect elite members who were red-eyed in the temple rushed towards Wu Tao.

Without thinking, Wu Tao turned his body, and the internal energy of the Grand Master level surged. He struck out with a palm, and the powerful internal energy spread out in all directions.

There was a loud bang and a bang.

The air wave generated by this palm expanded with Wu Tao as the center, rolling up countless fallen leaves, sand and stones, scattering them in all directions, and the earth trembled several times.

With just this palm, he killed a dozen of the elite demon sect members who were rushing to the front.

The other members of the demon sect behind were not much better, and were knocked away one after another.

Although these people's martial arts are high, how can they be the opponents of the great master Wu Tao...

Plus the person’s name and the tree’s shadow!

Facing Wu Tao, who is known as the National Master and the Celestial Master, these people were frightened. How could they possibly do something like an egg against a stone?

Wu Tao knew that he would definitely suffer if he was caught in a wheel battle. He didn't care about anything else at this moment. He was just like chopping vegetables and melons. Wherever his figure landed, his head rolled down.

All of a sudden, there was another bloody storm outside Landeng Temple.

Wu Tao, who had successfully killed him, did not notice Yan Wenming and ran away long ago.

After he had dealt with all the demon sects and followers here, he discovered that Yan Wenming had already disappeared.

However, Wu Tao's focus at this time was not on small characters like Yan Wenming.

Originally, I thought that Lancheng Temple was one of the holy places of Buddhism, and the abbot was Master Kong. Although his reputation was not too high, he kept it secret.

Landei Temple usually lives in peace with the world. Three hundred warrior monks have formed a stick formation, which is even more incomprehensible. It is difficult for even the Demon God Sect to surpass the thunder pool.

However, Wu Tao is really scared now!

Then, he saw a hell that was ten times more brutal than the outside, a bloody hell!

The ancient temple that was originally hundreds of years old has now become a dilapidated ruin.

The solemn ancient temple where believers were offering incense and praying for the return of incense, at this moment, was covered with the corpses of monks, as well as the corpses of demon sect members.

Landei Temple, the Buddhist holy land second only to Shaolin Temple, has actually been massacred!!

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"Such a ruthless method. As expected of a thief from the Heavenly Demon God Sect, he actually used poison as a despicable and shameless method!"

Wu Tao looked at the monks who were lying on the ground. Although they were poisoned and their faces were ashen, they still looked like angry Vajras. He closed his eyes silently and let out a long sigh.

"The Demonic God taught them to massacre the Lancheng Temple, and it must be for the Sanskrit version of the "Moko Divine Skill". This set of superb magical skills is said to be the number one internal skill in the world..."

"The eminent monks of Lancheng Temple died unjustly. It's true that jade is not guilty, but cherishing jade is guilty..."

At this time, Wu Tao had already crossed the temple and headed towards the depths of Langdeng Temple.

Langdei Temple is a centuries-old ancient temple that covers a huge area. There are bloodstains and corpses almost everywhere. It has obviously gone through extremely brutal fighting.

In the end, all the monks were killed by the enemy. Most of their bodies were wounded by swords, and there were even traces of poison and hidden weapons.

"It seems that the followers of the Heavenly Demon God Sect have suffered a lot, otherwise there wouldn't be only twenty or thirty people besieging us..."

However, that is not what Wu Tao wants to see.

After walking around for a few times, he came to the vicinity of the Zen room where the host was conducting.

Outside the Zen room, there was a white-browed monk whose cassock was stained red by blood. His face was ashen. It was obvious that the poison had penetrated deep into his bone marrow and there was no cure.

However, Master Liao Kong still managed to breathe a sigh of relief by relying on his profound internal skills.

"Master Liao Kong, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I didn't want your temple to encounter such a sudden change..."

When Wu Tao saw this, he said so.

When Master Lokong saw an old acquaintance, he looked back and said a few more words.

Then, he struggled to take out something from his arms and threw it to Wu Tao.

Seeing this, Wu Tao flicked his wrist and raised the tip of the Zhenwu Sword. A thick ancient book was picked up on the tip of the sword and rattled in the night wind.

Master Lokong said a few last words to Wu Tao, and then he could no longer hold on. The oil ran out and the lamp ran out, so he died.

Under the moonlight, Wu Tao was shocked when he saw the four Sanskrit characters "Moko Magic" on the cover.

It's a pity that the original Qingyunzi also knew little about Sanskrit, and Wu Tao, let alone Wu Tao, knew nothing at all.

However, these magical skills were left behind by Patriarch Bodhidharma, and Wu Tao was reluctant to abandon them.

What's more, he had just promised Master Kong to re-establish the Lanzhou Temple.

He thought in his heart that it was far from enough for him to do this alone. He had to return to Qingyun Temple and rely on the strength of his disciples and grandchildren to complete it.

Finally, Wu Tao put his hands together and saluted, silently recited the Taoist scriptures of "Saving People", and sent hundreds of eminent monks from Lanzhou Temple on their way.

It was already dawn, and Wu Tao returned to the inn along the same route, lay on the bed, rested for a while, then packed everything he had with him and was ready to set off...

At this time, someone suddenly blocked the door. Wu Tao was very surprised. The person who came turned out to be "Master Xuan Bin", the first Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple.

Wu Tao thought to himself, how could Master Xuan Bin suddenly come here as he was the third in command of Songshan Shaolin Temple.

Could it be that the Shaolin Temple is doing something big here, so it needs a big shot to be in charge?

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