"Put the Heshi Bi, otherwise, today is the day when your Jingnian Zen Temple will be destroyed!"

Mo Wen said casually as if he was eating, and did not take the two hundred monks in front of him seriously.

The four great vajra looked at each other, and the most irritable one, Buwei swung the Zen stick in his hand, pointed at Mo Wen and cursed: "It would be fine if you, a demonic person, trespassed into this temple, but you are still greedy for the Heshi Bi. Do you really think that there is no one in my Buddhism?"

After saying that, he was about to raise the Zen Staff, but was held back by Buchen on the side. He lowered his head and sang the Buddha's chant, and then spoke to Mo Wen: "Godhisattva, this Heshi Bi is related to the safety of the people in the world. We need to choose a wise master for it so that we can end this chaotic situation as soon as possible and reduce the suffering of the people. If the donor is really willing, we can talk to the donor of Cihang Jingzhai, or she will make the decision to hand over the Heshi Bi to the donor. We believe that with Mo Wen's donor's past good deeds and abilities, we will definitely get the support of the Master Fairy, but we must not dare to give the Heshi Bi to others without any hesitation. After all, it is related to the welfare of the people. I hope the donor will understand!"

His words were firm and soft, implying that if Mo Wen relied on his strength to force himself, he would lose his morality regardless of the lives of the people.

Unfortunately, Mo Wen didn't take this trick at all. He tilted his head and stretched out his hand to buckle his ears, "Anyway, I just said I won't hand over it, right!"

The tone of Buqi was suffocated, letting his tongue blossom, and his clever words were volatile, and he had never encountered such an unreasonable person. He immediately couldn't help but say, "Yes, our responsibilities are ours. We will never allow outsiders to step into this bronze hall!"

The other side, Buzhi sneered: "Master Tianshi, I know you are very skilled in martial arts. But there are two hundred monk soldiers here. I advise the donor to think twice before acting. Don't lose the big picture because of the small one. Do anything to regret for life!"

Hearing this, Mo Wen's mouth was filled with a sneer, his tone was cold and filled with the murderous intent of being naked.

"There are a group of native chickens and tiled dogs, so there is not so much nonsense. Since I don't plan to hand over the Heshi Bi, I will wash away your Jingnian Zen Temple today!"

After saying that, the momentum on his body was even stronger. He pressed towards the opposite side tightly.

"Drinking your head blood and eating your Buddha's stick!"

Bujing there had been no longer able to hold back, and the Zen stick in his hand whistled and called Mo Wen's head. It was full of power.

Looking at the thick Zen stick coming towards him, Mo Wen's dragon-slaying knife suddenly twitched up. The sharp blade cut on the head of the Zen stick, as if it had been cut into white paper. Then he saw the Zen stick cracking from the beginning. The blade was still slashing towards Buyu.

Buwei's eyes shrank, and quickly let go of the Zen stick in his hand and retreated. But Mo Wen's knife was too fast. A bloodline was spurted out. Buwei's chest was suddenly pulled open an inch deep hole, and blood flowed, and the bones could be seen faintly.

The other side has changed their faces. Although he had known that Mo Wen was very skilled in martial arts, he did not expect that he could be so high. Although he had a bad temper, he was the highest among the four. Even with the help of the sword, he was injured in Mo Wen's first move, which shows how terrible the other party was.

"Design the formation!"

He heard a loud shout from anger, and the two hundred monks immediately moved with sticks in their hands. Each five or six people formed a small circle, and then dozens of people formed a large circle, trapping Mo Wen in it layer by layer.

Mo Wen was not afraid of this or talked nonsense. He stomped his feet on the ground, leaning forward like a slight bowstring, and bounced towards the nearest small circle.

"Ha!" With a neat horn, the five monks took out their sticks at the same time, blocking the route Mo Wen was moving forward.

He waved the dragon-slaying sword with his right hand, and at the same time, a piece of the long stick he had hit him was cut off. Mo Wen's left hand followed and saw five heads flying up at the same time.

"You dare!"

Looking at the blood mist that was sprayed out, the four of them had their eyes red without anger, fear, greed, and ignorance. Buddhism has always been high and superior. In recent years, no one dared to cause trouble in the Buddhist courtyard? I never thought that someone would dare to massacre Buddhist children in this pure Buddhist land today.

Mo Wen came just now. Although they were nervous, they didn't take it seriously. They thought that he was just arguing at most. The two sides took action and there would never be any excessive conflict. After all, with their Buddhist strength, who dared to provoke him? Don't want to win the world? And with two hundred monks, what can Mo Wen do even if he is a master of martial arts?

Unfortunately, Mo Wen used bloody facts to tell them that today is a fierce battle, either you die or I live, the blood mist that soared into the sky slapped the four great kings in the faces like a palm, which made them wake up, and also aroused their anger.

"Amitabha, the donor has fallen into the path of demons. Today, I can't say that I will subdue demons and demons!"

"What a thief, you dare to slaughter my disciples in this Buddhist sect. My Buddhist sect will never stop you!"

"Evil thief, come here!"

......

"Kill!" With a brutal order, the entire Arhat formation turned, and countless stick shadows came from Mo Wen in all directions. The four great vajras took action personally and fought together to fight Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was not afraid of fear. The dragon-slaying sword in his hand and the Heavenly Sword flashed with cold light, flying like a sea of ​​flowers. His whole person rushed left and right in the Arhat Formation like an iron ball. Wherever he passed were broken long sticks, his broken arms and limbs kept flying. With a stroke of his hand, a monk screamed loudly. As soon as his arm fell, a monk fell silently.

Mo Wen was like a demon god from the abyss who opened the killing order in the Arhat Formation. In a short while, the white clothes on his body were stained with blood. Under the sharpness of the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Sword, there was no enemy wherever he passed, and even the four great Vajras had to temporarily push the edge.

On the high building, Kou Zhong looked at the figure that looked like a ghost and god and swallowed quietly. He poked the side of Ba Fenghan, "Are you planning to avenge this monster?"

Ba Fenghan's face looked surprisingly ugly. He glared at Kou Zhong with annoyance, then turned his head and stared at Mo Wen. The blue veins on the sword of Zhan Xuan were protruding, and a faint sound of friction came.

On the other side, Xu Ziling looked at the corpse on the ground with a look of indulgence. Then he whispered: "Although the city lord is very skilled in martial arts, there are two hundred monk soldiers here, and his internal energy will be consumed very much. Now Master Hakong has not taken action yet, and the result is unknown."

"Probably—" Looking at Mo Wen's attack below, he forced himself to attack Buheng and fearlessly, and split his body with one sword and one sword, and then killed several monk soldiers around him like nothing happened. Xu Ziling added in an unstable tone.

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The dragon-slaying sword in his right hand drew a strange curve, pulled it out of the monk in front, and then suddenly inserted it into his chest behind him. The Yitian Sword in his left hand slashed up and down, stirring the Buchen Zen Staff into it like a python, and with a slight force, it turned it into a piece of fragments. Then, in the latter's horrified gaze, Mo Wen suddenly took a step forward, and the Yitian Sword cut through Buchen's throat with the sound of breaking through the air.

With unwillingness to resentment, unhappiness and fear, his body slowly fell down. But Mo Wen took the Dragon Slaying Sword and glanced around.

Looking around, under the setting sun, there are corpses on the ground, the pure land of the past, at this time, it is a hell on earth, blood, broken limbs, and the howling of the injured has dyed the entire Jingnian Zen Temple bloody, and the white ground has long been soaked in blood.

All four Vajras were killed, and more than 200 monks died on the nine levels. Yuzhe either fell to the ground, covered his wounds and moaned, or shivered. He did not dare to step forward.

Looking at the few little novice monks holding sticks not far away, Mo Wen smiled gently and walked towards the Bronze Hall.

The bronze door of the bronze hall was still tightly closed, and the two heavy copper doors as high as ten feet tall seemed to isolate all the sounds. Lekong sat inside without appearing from beginning to end.

He pulled out the Yitian Sword and the Dragon Slaying Sword with his backhand. Mo Wen suddenly waved two cold lights in front of the door. Two crossed slash marks appeared in the center of the copper door. Then Mo Wen kicked up, and the two copper doors immediately crashed backwards, revealing the dark space inside.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Mo Wen walked into it with great strides.

On the high building, Kou Zhong and his men took a breath and recovered from the depressing atmosphere. Kou Zhong touched the cold sweat on his head and murmured: "I'm scared to death. Can this be done by humans? More than 200 monk soldiers with excellent martial arts were killed in just a short while."

On the other side, Ba Fenghan also frowned and couldn't help but whisper: "It seems that there is probably a gap between masters. I think Mo Wen's strength is the best among masters. Bi Xuan and Ning Daoqi are not his opponents."

Kou Zhong curled his lips, "He cut a finger on Ning Daoqi, so he naturally won't be his opponent. Mr. Ling, don't you?"

Xu Ziling shook his head, but his eyes were still staring at the bronze hall.

"What I want to know now is, what will happen in this game?"

Kou Zhong was stunned and said casually: "Of course, the city lord won. Even the two hundred monks didn't stop him, let alone just one of them was empty!"

Xu Ziling glanced at him, "You have never thought about why such a big thing happened, and Master Lekong has never appeared. Don't tell me that he doesn't know what happened outside!"

Kou Zhong's mind flashed with a flash of inspiration, "Heshi Bi! Yes, it must be Heshi Bi! Heshi Bi has a unique power, and he will get into trouble if he is not careful. Lekong wanted to use the Heshi Bi's power to suppress the city lord's skills. He might even want to take this opportunity from the beginning to die with the city lord, so he watched the temple be washed away by blood!"

Xu Ziling nodded, "Maybe from the beginning of the fight between the two sides, Master Lekong knew that he was not the opponent of the city lord. Even if he could stop the city lord with the cooperation of two hundred monks, he would never be able to keep him. Then the Heshi Bi would sooner or later fall into the hands of the city lord. After this battle, although the city lord could not see anything on the surface, his internal strength would definitely be consumed a lot. Master Lekong was waiting for his work in this bronze hall, and he was also desperate to attack regardless of the extraordinary power of the Heshi Bi and the crisis of being infiltrated. The city lord could really be hit without knowing the Heshi Bi!"

Kou Zhong and Ba Fenghan nodded together, and with all kinds of thoughts, the three of them looked at the bronze hall together.

After a while, a huge roar seemed to tremble.

Then everything calmed down and a figure slowly walked out of the bronze hall.

He grabbed the pure white and flawless jade seal with one hand and the flashing precious light, Mo Wen's movements were still as calm as before. The sunset outside the hall gate was so dazzling that he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Mo Wen's eyes were filled with strange colors when he played with the jade seal that was missing. He suddenly shouted to the little novice monks who were left in place and did not dare to move: "I will take the Heshi Bi away. Tell all those who want this jade seal. Just say that at midnight in three days, I will be waiting for you all at Tianjin Bridge!"

The sound was extremely loud, and even Kou Zhong and the other two could hear it clearly.

Then he saw the sunset. Mo Wen finally glanced at the tall building, and then returned from the original path without any haste, leaving only the corpses on the ground.

The three of them looked at each other on the high building, and then heard Kou Zhong whisper: "What a big deal happened now. Do you think everyone's brains will be shot out? What exactly do the city lord want to do?"

Ba Fenghan's face was a little solemn, "Do you think he wants to use Heshi Bi as bait to capture all the hostile masters in one go?"

Kou Zhong pointed to the corpse on the ground and said angrily: "Do you think that after others see this kind of scene, who is not afraid of death dares to go there?"

Xu Ziling smiled bitterly over there, "You said the city lord would be a member of the Demon Sect. I don't know others. But I know that if the Buddhist sect doesn't show up in three days, his reputation will definitely plummet. I really don't know what Shi Feixuan would react when he heard this news!"

The three of them thought for a long time but couldn't think of it. They became silent for a moment. Then they saw Ba Fenghan suddenly asked, "Then do you think we should go to Tianjin Bridge in three days to check it out?"

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling looked at each other, and then said in unison: "Of course we have to go!"

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At Wang Shichong's mansion, Mo Wen sat leisurely on the Grand Master's chair. Behind him, Dong Shuni was pinching his shoulders with a obedient look on his face.

Linglongjiao stood quietly beside him and said slowly: "Master, the news you want has spread. I believe that in less than two days, all the forces gathered in Luoyang will know what will happen in two days!"

Mo Wen nodded slightly, then sat up and gently raised the chin of a beauty who was kneeling in front of him and knocking on his legs.

"Miss Jiaojiao, can you help me with the next little favor? Let me tell you that I hope to meet her and talk about the major affairs of your Demon Sect!"

When Mo Wen touched it gently, Rong Jiaojiao was like a thunderbolt, and her whole body trembled. Since that day, she has been thinking about the wonderful feeling. Every day, she always feels that her past lives in vain. There is such a wonderful feeling in history. Although she feels wrong in her heart, she can't control herself. After that, she runs to the palace every day, hoping to be with Mo Wen'er every day. Especially after seeing Mo Wen's true face, she sinks into it. She has thrown away all the Ming Dynasty, Yinkui Sect, and Laojun Views, and almost fights with Yang Xuyan.

She blushed at this moment, and she was shy and shy. She didn't look like a demon girl from the Demon Sect, but was like a pure lady from a noble family. She crawled on Mo Wen's lap and said softly: "Young Master has given me the order, but I don't know if I can reward her after this is done?"

Mo Wen just smiled, "Of course, I can give you whatever you want!"

Rong Jiaojiao's eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Really?"

He immediately stood up and hurried out to the door, "Young Master, just wait for good news from others!"

Looking at the leaving figure, Dong Shuni shivered slightly, shivered, and said in a low voice: "Master, your demonic fetus is too powerful. Rong Jiaojiao used to be quite capable. I don't know how many men were played with by her applause, but in less than a month it became like this, which is too terrible!"

Mo Wen chuckled, "Actually, as a technique that controls people's minds, the magic fetus is not so powerful, but it is not so exaggerated. The reason why Rong Jiaojiao has such a performance is that, one is that the Laojun Guan Xuanpincao girl technique she practiced was broken by me and was backfired, so it has a deep influence, and the other is that she is a smart woman.

Shuni, do you think there are thighs thicker than me in the world? The Ming Zun Sect and Yinkui Sect are not enough in front of me. She has a rare opportunity and will naturally try her best to please me. Is there anything that can be trusted more than being controlled by others?"

Dong Shuni was shocked, "Master, do you mean she pretended?"

Mo Wen shook his head, "It's half true and half false. Our relationship is like an addict who takes Wushisan for a long time and a businessman who sells Wushisan. Although this addict cannot do without this businessman and can only let the other party control it, it doesn't mean that she has no other ideas in her mind. There will always be some plans. Of course, if I use the magic fetus technique to deal with her every day, after a long time, the impact may really reach the level of today, but it will not be possible in a short period of time!"

Dong Shuni did not listen at all, but said viciously: "I still saw that she was made like this now. I didn't expect that she would dare to lie to me. Master, I see that you will deal with her every day and make sure she becomes a bitch, and then you will know how to please her every day. I see if she dares to lie to others in the future!"

Mo Wen leaned back angrily and lay on the soft chair for some reason.

Rong Jiaojiao moved quickly, and only one hour later, she led a woman into the room.

This is a woman with plain and elegant clothes and a deep face hidden in a heavy gauze. She has a graceful and slender figure and a high bun on her head. Even if she can't see her flower face, she feels her forcing elegant and graceful manner. However, her standing posture makes her feel endlessly adorable and full of extremely subtle temptation.

A soft and pleasant voice rang in the room.

"Zhu Yuyan of Yinkui Sect has met Lord Tianshi, but I wonder what the so-called Lord is asking me for?"

Mo Wen smiled and sat up calmly, looking at the famous master of the devil's path.

"I wish the sect master would try it if he could make Cihang Jingzhai lose his troops and lose his generals, and lose a lot of money?"

Zhu Yuyan's eyes lit up, with surprise in her eyes.

"I would like to hear the details!" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

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