It was getting late and the night became thicker. The moon poured on this ancient building, showing its long and profound history.

Outside, bursts of silk, bamboo, gongs and drums sounded, breaking the silence of the Sutra Pavilion.

Xia Yunmo closed the books and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion. Outside the Sutra Pavilion, the abbot and a group of monks had been waiting outside for an hour and a half.

In the corridor, more than twenty monks arranged in an orderly manner again, which was extremely quiet, and even the breathing sound seemed extremely depressing, as if they were afraid of disturbing Xia Yunmo's reading. They waited for Xia Yunmo to come out before they breathed a little relieved.

Xia Yunmo walked out, and the abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Demons are rampant and disturbing the world. Please ask the World Honored One to subdue the demons."

The monks also lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes and said, "Please subdue the demons."

Xia Yunmo nodded and walked towards the Main Hall. The other monks followed him step by step.

The music came from outside the mountain gate, and the sound of silk and bamboo mixed with the sound of bells and drums seemed pleasant. The sound was getting closer and closer, and you could see a large group of people walking towards Shaolin Temple.

This group of people held torches, gongs, drums, piccolos and some canvas in their hands. From a distance, they looked like a team of rituals for people.

The crowd walked into the gate of Shaolin Temple and stopped ten feet away from the main hall. A dozen people said in unison: "The old immortal Xingsu has arrived, Shaolin disciples, come and kneel down to pick him up quickly."

As soon as the words stopped, the drums were beating, and the drums rang throughout the Shaolin Temple. After the drums were beaten, the gongs were beaten three times, and a dozen people said, "Welcome the old immortals in the Star Constellation to promote the immortal magic and subdue demons."

In the Great Hall, Xia Yunmo couldn't help but laugh at this. This is really worthy of Ding Chunqiu. Not to mention the rest, he needs to do a lot of face and a big show.

Immediately afterwards, five figures fell from afar, stepping on the heads.

These five people are very good at light skills and look good. They are all handsome men and beauties. Even if there are elderly people, they have white hair and are outstanding.

After standing still, they bowed and said, "Star disciples Zhang Xiong, A Zi, A Qing, have high strength, and the ancient Taoist welcomes the old immortal."

These five people are disciples of the Xingsu Sect and Ding Chunqiu's right-hand man.

Then, another team of disciples came out, holding various flags, lined up on both sides, and wrote words such as "The Old Immortal of Stars", "The Unlimited Magical Power", "The Great Magic", "The World", etc. Amid the sound of silk, bamboo, drums and gongs, four strong men came over with a gorgeous sedan chair.

On the top of the sedan chair was an old man. The old man had a rosy complexion, a white hair, a silver beard with a three-foot jaw and a childish hair, which had an indescribable sense of elegance.

This person is Ding Chunqiu, the devil who is now disturbing the world.

Ding Chunqiu was originally half lying in the sedan chair, his eyes half closed, and suddenly opened his eyes and said aloud: "Can the old monk in Shaolin Temple be there?"

When he closed his eyes and said nothing, he gave people a sense of ethereality, like a god in the picture. But when he opened his eyes, he was murderous intent and even more ferocious.

Although he did not yell loudly, his voice was like a big bell, which made people's ears buzz, showing his exquisite and profound internal skills.

The abbot walked out of the Great Hall, and the other monks followed closely.

After walking out of the hall, the abbot clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the Japanese temple will not receive pilgrims today. If Ding Shi mainly burns incense and worships Buddha, please look for another temple."

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly: "Who wants to burn incense and worship Buddha? I am here to inform you of bald people."

The abbot said: "Please speak with Mr. Ding."

Ding Chunqiu said: "From today, Shaolin Temple will be renamed, and it will be called "Star Sutra Shaolin Branch". I occupy seven layers of incense, lamp oil and martial arts secrets, and the rest will not be managed."

The abbot shook his head and said, "Even if we agree to this, the Bodhisattva and Buddha in the Great Hall will not agree."

Ding Chunqiu suddenly had his hair flying, his face showed a ferocious look, and his murderous aura was buzzing with a little chill, saying, "If the Bodhisattva does not agree, then kill the Bodhisattva. If the Buddha does not agree, then kill the Buddha. If you wait for the bald man to agree, then all of them will chop off their heads."

The abbot said calmly: "Donor Ding, donor, you have entered the path of demonic devils in this way. The depth of demonic nature is no longer able to be saved by Buddhism. If you are born, you will sink into the sea of ​​suffering. If you die, you will fall into the Avici Hell and will never be reborn."

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, and the laughter penetrated the night, which was very harsh: "I don't know if I will sink into hell after I die, but I can guarantee that tonight, Shaolin Temple will turn into a purgatory on earth, and you are all evil spirits in hell."

At this time, Ding Chunqiu's entire aura was released, and the light in the place where he was distorted, all of which turned into the deepest and most desperate darkness.

In this world, Ding Chunqiu suddenly entered the realm of a master. His qi was released like a tide. The combination of qi and divine will, coupled with the operation of an evil technique, made him look particularly terrifying.

Around Ding Chunqiu, the disciples of the Star Sect were affected by the aftermath of the qi, and felt that they were in the dark wave, and their mouths and noses were difficult to breathe. What they saw, heard, and touched was a piece of vain and darkness. Negative emotions such as disappointment, despair, and sadness could not help but arise in their hearts.

This is true for these affected disciples. Even if the monks who faced this move had some resistance, most monks could only fall into endless darkness.

This move was proven to be very successful. Although it consumed a lot of his mental power, the old monk Xiangqian's words angered him and made him angry.

But when Ding Chunqiu looked carefully, he couldn't help but be stunned. The old monk and some of the heads looked calm and calm, but it would be fine. After all, these old monks had extremely strong martial arts skills and extremely strong spirits.

But what happened to the little monks behind him who were completely incomparable? How could they be quiet and peaceful, without sorrow or joy?

"Why do you have to fight and kill in the pure Buddhist land? It is better for you to sit down and discuss the truth. You may be able to confirm each other and gain something, and finally ascend in the daytime."

A gentle and powerful voice came from the monks' piles. A group of monks lowered their heads, showing respect, and called "World-Honored One", all of whom made way for a road, and a figure slowly walked out from behind.

This is a young man with a handsome appearance, a smile on his lips, and his eyes are unexpectedly deep.

Xia Yunmo looked at Ding Chunqiu who was a little confused and burst into laughter.

Ding Chunqiu is actually similar to the martial arts of soul-catching techniques, and this martial arts is still very advanced, no less than the soul-catching techniques. In addition, the use of a master figure like him is amazing.

But unfortunately, he met Xia Yunmo.

Xia Yunmo's faith has long been imprinted in the minds of everyone except the abbot, and Ding Chunqiu's aura is naturally difficult to influence.

If his aura is to be affected, he must first wash away Xia Yunmo's faith power.

Unfortunately, Ding Chunqiu is still far from this aspect, and he can't even realize why it can't affect these monks.

Ding Chunqiu looked directly at Xia Yunmo, but frowned slightly. This was just an ordinary person, why did these monks respect him so much?

Xia Yunmo has now completely restrained his energy and is just an ordinary person in front of Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu pondered and said, "Who are you? Why do you appear here?"

Xia Yunmo laughed and said, "I am just the one who pays off my debts."

Ding Chunqiu said: "The person who pays off the debt?"

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I have paid back a debt to the books. I have read the books of these monks here and owe them their debts. I promised to help them kill you guys and resolve this so-called martial arts catastrophe."

Ding Chunqiu glared at her eyes and said coldly: "What did you say?!"

Xia Yunmo waved his hand and said, "Of course, I am not an unreasonable person. If you hand over your Xingsu Sect and the martial arts secrets collected from other sects along the way, then retreat obediently, and then disband the Xingsu Sect, I can give you a life."

He was very interested in the martial arts of this world. Ding Chunqiu swept through various sects along the way, collected secret books, and delivered them to him, which saved Xia Yunmo's troubles.

When Xia Yunmo said this, it was shocking. In the eyes of the Xingsu Sect, his tone was so big that he could blow the cowhide.

Ding Chunqiu was so angry that the reason why he became a disciple of Wuyazi was to make a name for himself, become famous all over the world, and become the best.

His purpose was also achieved. His Star Sect became almost the strongest sect in the world, and his overlord who messed with the situation himself made countless people frightened. It has been a long time since I saw someone despising him so much, how could he not be angry?

Before Ding Chunqiu could take action, he heard a "clang" sound and a sword light flew out.

"Don't be disrespectful to Master!"

However, it was Ding Chunqiu's chief disciple Zhang Xiong who drew out his long sword and flew towards Xia Yunmo.

When Zhang Xiong saw that an unknown junior insulted his master, he didn't think much about it, so he wanted to take action for his master and patted Ma ************ This guy was clearly an ordinary person and could not know martial arts skills. Even if he knew some superficial martial arts, it was not worth worrying.

Only those monks were in trouble. If they came to save each other, they could only retreat.

Zhang Xiong stabbed with a sword, and the sword was very fast, as fast as a bolt of lightning.

The sword was sharp and pierced through the sky. The sharp whistling sound came from a faint sound of wind and thunder. Zhang Xiong was obviously already at the level of a first-class swordsman.

In an instant, the tip of the sword was only a short distance from Xia Yunmo's throat.

The abbot and others did not move because they knew that the Buddha had great supernatural powers, so how could he be afraid of the sword in the mortal world?

Ding Chunqiu also stroked his beard with his hands and smiled, but Zhang Xiong's hand was deeply touched by his true meaning, which made him feel deeply relieved.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to Xia Yunmo's throat. The disciples of the Xingsu Sect present believed that there would be another corpse with blood flowing from the throat in the next moment.

Zhang Xiong also smiled. Even his master Ding Chunqiu was difficult to avoid such a distance.

Xia Yunmo finally moved.

Just as the sword light was shrouded and the sword force attacked, his two fingers poked out, and when he closed the sword, he clamped the sword and could no longer move forward.

Then, Xia Yunmo's wrist turned and a sound rang. The sword suddenly rolled into a ball, and the remaining energy quickly spread to Zhang Xiong's arms and even his whole body through the sword body.

This was a rotating energy. Zhang Xiong was attacked by this energy and flew out like a rag doll, still spinning and screaming in the air.

When he flew several feet and fell to the ground, his entire musculoskeleton had completely twisted and turned into a ball of twisted flowers, with only breath coming out but no breath coming in.

The surroundings were quiet, and the people of the Xingsu Sect were stunned and speechless for a long time. The other four disciples of the Xingsu Sect swallowed their saliva, feeling cold sweat from behind, and shouting that they were lucky.

Originally, they planned to teach Xia Yunmo a lesson, but the elder brother took the lead. However, they didn't expect that this step ahead would be to step into hell.

The old fairy of Xingsu frowned slightly. His strength was approaching infinitely with the Grand Master, and his energy was induced by the energy between heaven and earth. His heart was beating rapidly, as if there were ominous signs.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple and other monks breathed a sigh of relief, and even secretly praised himself: The World Honored One hates evil and uses sharp means to subdue demons to drive away the filth in the world.

Xia Yunmo looked at Ding Chunqiu again and smiled and said, "Since you don't do it, then I'll do it."
Chapter completed!