The skill is broken, I am stronger Chapter 327: Do what a demon should do

Zhang Wuji stared at Lin Lang: "Come and help me? How can you help me?"

He didn't believe Lin Lang's words, but this was at the foot of Wudang Mountain. As long as he took action, Grand Master would definitely know.

He was also confident that Lin Lang couldn't kill him with just a few moves, but he had to see what Lin Lang wanted to say.

Lin Lang clasped his hands behind his back: "The old monk from Southern Shaolin came with a group of people to attack Wudang Mountain and asked Wudang to hand you over. Has Wudang received this news? Has Master Zhang talked to you?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head slightly. No one from his Grand Master or his uncles told him about this matter. He only found out about it when he overheard some disciples talking about it.

"You are going down the mountain now and want to hide? Do you think that no one saw you when you came back to Wudang Mountain and you hid in the carriage, so the Wudang Clan can deny seeing you?"

Zhang Wuji's expression was a little moved. What he was thinking was directly guessed by Lin Lang.

Is his choice so easy to see through?

But so what if he saw through it, he made the right choice, so as not to cause trouble to the Wu-Tang Clan.

In the future, he can also secretly take care of the Wudang Sect, and will not forget the kindness his Taishifu and his uncles and uncles have shown to him.

"Then what will happen after you leave? What are you going to do? Hide here and there every day? Or go back to Guangmingding of Mingjiao?"

"I can tell you another piece of news. Guangmingding is gone and has been destroyed."

Zhang Wuji's expression changed: "Who did it?!"

Although he thought that he would be hunted down by the Holy Monks of Southern Shaolin, and the masters of the Five Elements Banner would be transferred away, the defense of Guangmingding would be empty, and it was very likely that he would be destroyed, but he did not expect it to be so fast.

"is that you?"

No wonder Lin Lang let him go as long as he used the Nine Yang Divine Art. It turned out that he had already sent people to destroy Guangmingding, making him, the leader of the Ming Cult, completely a lost dog.

Lin Lang glanced at Zhang Wuji: "I thought about it, but it's a pity that my people left late. Guangmingding has been destroyed by others in a sneak attack, and everything has been emptied."

"The other party is also a force active in the Western Region. The information about the Sun and Moon God Sect over there is not detailed enough. I don't know who it is yet. Maybe you can ask the leader of Rakshasa."

Zhang Wuji was silent. Before, the Mingjiao had the qualification to cooperate with the Rakshasa Sect. Now the Mingjiao is gone, and the things he promised to give to the Rakshasa Sect are gone. If he goes there at this time, the Rakshasa Sect leader will definitely not give him good things.

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The Rakshasa Cult has always been the largest sect in the Western Region. It has been dominant in the Western Region for many years, and the strength of the Rakshasa Cult Leader is even more unfathomable.

He is a little confused now. The Mingjiao is gone and Wudang cannot go back. Does he really want to wander around the world?

Lin Lang looked at Zhang Wuji's confused look and said with some hatred: "Zhang Wuji, you have forgotten everything I taught you before?"

"Think about your current status, and do what this status should do."

Zhang Wuji looked at Lin Lang in confusion. Who is he?

The Mingjiao is gone, and the Wudang Sect cannot return, so what identity does he still have?

"You are a devil among people in the world, a murderer who commits all kinds of crimes." Lin Lang reminded, "Can you reverse all this?"

"There is no need to worry. Our Sun and Moon Sect was once called the Demon Sect, but what about now? Everyone calls us the Sun and Moon Sect."

"Because they all know what will happen if they offend me, the Sun Moon God Sect! Because of the great things I have done with the Sun Moon God Sect."

"What we are doing is just a vendetta and a fight for territory. This is what every Jianghu sect will do. Every Jianghu sect also kills people. Why do you think we are demons?"

"Now the old monks from Southern Shaolin are coming to Wudang Mountain with a group of masters. At their speed, it will take at least seven days to arrive. If you move faster, you can arrive at Southern Shaolin in five days."

Zhang Wuji's eyes widened. There was no one in Southern Shaolin who could stop him at this time. His defenses were empty. This was his chance to avenge his Mingjiao brothers, his grandfather, uncle, adoptive father, etc.

And Lin Lang is right, he has already done a lot of evil things and his reputation cannot be reversed, so what difference does it make if he does more evil things?

Besides, he didn't think it was an evil thing, just the vendetta that Lin Lang mentioned.

"Why do you want to help me?" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but ask.

"Because of this." Lin Lang threw something like a token over.

"Holy Fire Token?!" Zhang Wuji was shocked, "Why do you have the Holy Fire Token?"

This is the Holy Fire Order of his Ming Cult. The special material and the color of the flame are absolutely unmistakable.

According to the last words of the former leader Yang Dingtian, the only person who can take back the Holy Fire Order is the real leader of the Ming Cult. He is only an acting leader at most.

But wasn't the Holy Fire Token lost? He asked the Ming Cult brothers. According to their investigation, the six Holy Fire Tokens may have been destroyed. Where did Lin Lang get this?

"This was given to me by the envoys of the Persian Ming Cult. They wanted to ask me to be the leader of the Ming Cult in the Western Regions, but I refused."

"I thought it would be good for you to be the leader of the Ming Cult, but you have disappointed me so much. Are you worthy of the dead brothers of the Ming Cult? Are you worthy of the followers who support you as the leader?"

"Forget it, I don't intend to be the leader of the Ming Cult anyway. Whether the Ming Cult dies or not has nothing to do with me. If you don't want to take revenge, it has nothing to do with me if you are willing to be a coward."

Lin Lang snatched the Holy Fire Token from Zhang Wuji's hand and turned around to leave. The look of contempt and disappointment in his eyes deeply hurt Zhang Wuji.

"I'm already a devil and can't change it, so I'll do what a devil should do!"

He wants to rush to Southern Shaolin. He doesn't need five days, three days is enough!

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In Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng looked at the letter in front of him and sighed: "Idiot."

Song Qingshu, who was waiting next to him, read the letter and became furious: "Grand Master, what does Zhang Wuji mean? You kindly risked the destruction of Wudang's reputation and brought him back to Wudang Mountain, but he actually ran away!"

"I just said that after he became the leader of the Demon Cult in the Western Regions, he no longer had Wudang in his heart. Look at the things he did!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Master Tai, don't worry, Qing Shu will definitely work hard to practice martial arts in the future and revive my reputation in Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Song Qingshu, what are you talking about? Doesn't Wudang have any prestige now?

Wuji's letter clearly stated that he left because he did not want to affect Wudang.

Why, in Song Qingshu's opinion, is there no Wudang?

Song Qingshu, a child, still has some martial arts talent, even better than Song Yuanqiao, but his character is too bad. I am afraid that even if he grows up in the future, he will be the next Mu Taoist.

Forget it, let’s train Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Wuji well.

"Qingshu, go and call your Second Master Uncle, go into seclusion yourself, and practice your sword well. Grand Master will inspect you next time."

Southern Shaolin dares to come to Wudang Mountain to run wild. Do you really think that because he has a good temper, he won't get angry?

Lin Lang was right, he could no longer retreat, otherwise no one would dare to step on the Wudang Clan in the future.

It just so happened that he also wanted to know that the holy monk from Southern Shaolin had been hiding for so many years.

Maybe this fight can help him find a way to break through.

If he can break through again, no one in the world will dare to provoke the Wudang Clan, and Wuji will be able to come back.

It's been a long time since I had a real fight with someone, and Zhang Sanfeng was still looking forward to it.

As for the holy monk Nan Shaoli coming with a hundred people, he didn't take it seriously at all.

If he wins, let's see who dares to run wild in Wudang Mountain!

The regrets of the fifth disciple back then must never be repeated.

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Great Song Dynasty, Shenhou Mansion.

The news that the holy monk from Southern Shaolin led a team to Wudang Mountain to ask for people has spread throughout the world, and Zhuge Shenhou naturally also knows about it.

The four famous arresters all stood in front of Zhuge Zhengwo, waiting for the Lord Shen's orders.

"What do you think about this?"

Cold-blooded expressionless: "I think this is a bit weird."

"Wudang Mountain has changed its past behavior and strives to protect Zhang Wuji. This is understandable. Whether it is from personal emotions or considering the future of Wudang, with Zhang Wuji here, Wudang will be the top sect in the next hundred years."

"But in this situation, Southern Shaolin insists on going to the Wudang Sect to ask for people. This is a bit abnormal. Is that holy monk sure that he can beat Zhang Sanfeng?"

Zhuge Zhengyi thought cold-bloodedly: "Do you think someone in Southern Shaolin is adding fuel to the flames? Can't it be that Southern Shaolin needs a big victory to recover everything lost?"

It is also possible to be cold-blooded and silent.

He even suspected that it was the Southern Beggar Clan or the Quanzhen Sect, because as long as Southern Shaolin suffered a loss from the Wudang Sect, the Quanzhen Sect or the Southern Beggar Clan would become the number one sect in the Song Dynasty, completely cutting off Southern Shaolin's chance of turning around.

Of course, it is more likely that it is the Sun and Moon God Sect. Wudang Sect and Southern Shaolin both have super masters at the peak of heaven and humanity. If both sides lose, then no one can stop the Sun and Moon God Sect from dominating the world of the Ming Dynasty, and by the way, it will also occupy the world of the Song Dynasty.

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Zhuge Zheng and I also thought of this, but these messages cannot be confirmed.

The only thing he could confirm was that Lin Lang was definitely not crippled.

After showing up in the capital, he went to Heimu Cliff. There was no news about Lin Lang after that. Maybe he was healing, maybe he was making a breakthrough!

Although I don't know how Lin Lang reversed his meridians and fought against Song Que before his meridians were even broken, it also proved that Lin Lang was more talented and more terrifying than he imagined.

But he received news that Song Que was also injured, and the injury was not healed yet.

According to his previous analysis of Lin Lang, Lin Lang was good to his friends, like a spring breeze, and no one said anything bad about him.

But treat the enemy like a biting cold wind, using any means necessary.

Although he is extremely powerful, he never cares about reputation like other top masters, which makes Lin Lang even more terrifying and unpredictable.

"Southern Shaolin is going to be in trouble." Zhuge Zhengwo suddenly said, "One of you should go take a look."

He always has a bad premonition, I hope he is overthinking.

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In Southern Shaolin, Zen Master Miaodi was chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, when suddenly a familiar figure appeared in front of the Zen room.

This figure was holding a sword and staring at him with murderous eyes.

"Zhang Wuji! How dare you come to our Southern Shaolin!"

What's going on? Didn't Zhang Wuji hide in Wudang Mountain? Why did he appear here?

Are the previous rumors in the world all false?

Or is it that Zhang Wuji knew that the holy monk was taking people to Wudang Mountain, so he took a detour to Southern Shaolin and wanted to take the opportunity to destroy his Southern Shaolin?

Zhang Wuji's eyes were red: "Miaoyi Bald Donkey, you destroyed my Mingjiao and dared to send people to Wudang Mountain to go wild. I will destroy your Southern Shaolin today!"

There must be no masters in Southern Shaolin at this time. Zen Master Miaodi is injured. Even if he is not injured, he is still at the peak of his master's level and will never be his opponent.

He is not afraid of others coming. He wants to destroy Southern Shaolin and avenge his brothers from the Ming Cult, his adoptive father, grandfather and other relatives!

"Amitabha Zhang Wuji, if you put down your butcher knife now, I can make the decision and spare your life, and I will no longer embarrass Wudang Mountain."

"If you are still stubborn and think you can run wild in our southern Shaolin, feel free to give it a try."

Zhang Wuji came alone, without even bringing a dragon-slaying knife. Zen Master Miaodi breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it seems that all the masters in Southern Shaolin have gone to Wudang Mountain, there are still masters among those left behind who are enough to trap Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji slashed with his sword: "Then I'll give it a try!"

Zen Master Miaodi used the beads in his hand as a hidden weapon and struck them out. He quickly retreated and shouted, "Where is the Eighteen Bronze Man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen monks in bright yellow robes descended from the sky, each holding a long stick in their hands, and surrounded Zhang Wuji.

"drink!"

Eighteen monks shouted loudly at the same time, their robes burst open, and their skin turned brass.

Zhang Wuji squinted his eyes: "This is the world-famous Eighteen Bronze Men Formation? But they are just top masters, and they want to trap me?"

As long as he is not the pinnacle of the eighteen grand masters, he is not afraid at all.

But in an instant, his expression changed.

What was going on? Why did he feel that the auras of eighteen people were connected together, as if they were one person.

Moreover, everyone's aura seemed to have increased eighteen times, comparable to the realm of heaven and man!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zen Master Miaodi looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile: "Aren't you going to surrender? Put down the dragon-slaying knife and declare your own meridians, but you can survive. Otherwise, I will mess with you today.

Beat him to death with a stick and completely exterminate your Ming religion."

Zhang Wuji slashed at the monk closest to him with his sword, but the monk easily blocked it with the stick in his hand. The force of the counterattack caused his expression to change drastically. He actually failed to cut off a stick!

No, that stick is definitely not ordinary, it must be made of special materials.

Coupled with the monk's true energy covering it, it became indestructible.

He didn't believe that he would be trapped by these eighteen stick monks!

Zen Master Miaodi laughed loudly: "Zhang Wuji, stop struggling. Even if you are in the realm of heaven and man, these eighteen bronze figures can stop you."

"The exercises practiced by my 18th Shaolin Bronze Master are very special. They are created by combining the advantages of the Golden Bell Mask, Iron Cloth Shirt, Boy Kung Fu and Vajra Indestructible Body. They are also supplemented with medicinal soup and copper juice to make their skin invulnerable.

, my muscles and bones are far beyond those of ordinary people. My Southern Shaolin heritage is simply not comparable to that of Northern Shaolin."

Zhang Wuji said nothing and continued to move around in the formation, swinging his sword continuously, which consumed a lot of his energy, but failed to cause any damage to the eighteen bronze men.

On the roof, four people were sitting there, watching the fight in the courtyard, but no one felt their presence at all.

Yin cried with a look of horror on his face: "Right envoy, there seems to be something weird about these eighteen Shaolin bronze men. They are just eighteen peak masters. Even if their strength has improved a lot, they should not be able to trap Zhang Wuji in the realm of heaven and man. I

Why do you feel that his strength has declined?"

Lin Lang felt it carefully. This formation can block the surrounding world's vitality. Zhang Wuji's true energy can only be consumed and cannot be replenished by the surrounding world's vitality. Even his divine will is suppressed, so it seems that his strength has declined.

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Moreover, the eighteen people seemed to be one whole body. No matter how Zhang Wuji attacked, the power would be divided into eighteen parts, so it was impossible to break the defense of the eighteen bronze men.

But there is a flaw in the formation, or in other words, there is a flaw in the Eighteen Bronze Men's technique, but Zhang Wuji just didn't expect it.

It's so easy to break the formation, and he doesn't even need to take action.

"Yin cried, in fact, you can easily break this formation."

Yin Cai was stunned. Although he was confident that he was the best in the middle stage of Grand Master, ordinary Grand Masters could also fight in the later stage.

But Zhang Wuji, who is in the realm of heaven and man, is trapped. Isn't it a joke that he wants to break the formation?

Lin Lang whispered instructions in his ear, and Yin cried and widened his eyes. Is it that simple?!

Zhang Wuji was rushing left and right in the formation, and it seemed that none of his unique skills could exert its power.

I finally managed to hit a bronze man with a punch, but I was almost injured by the force of the opponent's counterattack.

Moreover, his energy consumption cannot be replenished at all, and he feels that if he delays for a while, he will be trapped and die in this formation.

If he had the magical dragon-slaying sword in his hand, he would be sure to break the formation with a full blow, but it was a pity that the dragon-slaying sword was lost to Lin Lang.

After being reminded by Lin Lang, he thought he could come to Southern Shaolin to kill people, but he found that he had underestimated the heritage of this thousand-year-old sect.

In addition to the holy monk, there is also such an extremely powerful formation.

Why was it so easy for Lin Lang to destroy Northern Shaolin, but so difficult for him to destroy Southern Shaolin?

But suddenly, he found that the formation of the Eighteen Bronze Men seemed to be slowing down. What happened? Has the Eighteen Bronze Men's energy been exhausted?

If the 18th Bronze Man can only hold on for this moment, then this formation will be ridiculous.

But looking at Zen Master Miaodi’s attitude just now, it shouldn’t be like this.

Zen Master Miaodi also discovered something was wrong. Why did the Eighteen Bronze Man seem to be losing his strength? Is Zhang Wuji's attack so powerful?

No, it’s poison!

Zhang Wuji, a super master in the heaven-human realm, actually uses poison?

But when it was used, they didn't find out at all.

"Hurry up and kill Zhang Wuji. Don't hold back." Zen Master Miaodi shouted. It seemed that it was impossible to catch Zhang Wuji this time, but it would be the same if he killed him.

Zhang Wuji suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears: "The Eighteen Shaolin Bronze Men are invulnerable and their skin is indestructible, but are their internal organs also so strong?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up, he swung away a stick with his sword, and punched a bronze figure in the chest with his left hand.

A terrifying force penetrated into the body of the bronze man. This force, with seven characteristics, exploded within his body.

puff

The bronze man fell limply to the ground.

The formation of eighteen bronze men was broken.

Zhang Wuji's face was ferocious: "Miaoyi Bald Donkey, let me see who else can stop me in Southern Shaolin this time!"

"die!"

Lin Lang on the roof looked at Jiang Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, the three of you will keep an eye on those monks for a while. Don't let them go the wrong way and run outside the temple. They have to sacrifice their lives and blood to protect the temple.

OK."

"I advise them not to be afraid of death. If they fight Zhang Wuji, the worst they can do is go see the Buddha."
Chapter completed!