C2 Unforeseen

"This …" Zhiyan was extremely surprised, "Master Fang, what do you mean by that!?"

"The mortal world is far from being as simple as we thought. Destiny cannot be changed no matter what. " "I came here a dozen years ago to beg for Buddha because I wanted to avoid disaster," Fang said with a sigh. Initially, I thought I could avoid it, but now that I think about it, I will be stuck here for the rest of my life. "

"Disciple is slow-witted, please enlighten me, Master Fang." Zhiyan cupped his hands and said.

"Forget it, you are only thirteen years old and still young. It will be hard to understand even if I tell you about it. However, remember this now, there will be a day when you understand it. " "You've been on the mountain since you were young, and you've never seen the world down there before," he said. "Originally, I wanted to let you practice hard enough before going down the mountain, but with the current situation, you have no choice but to leave."

"Why is that!?" Zhiyan exclaimed, "Reverend, must this disciple go down the mountain?"

"I also didn't force you to go down the mountain … Over the years, I've tried to avoid it. In the past, I had made enemies with someone, and in a few days, he would personally come to Shaolin Temple. When that time comes, I will not cut off your path and bury you! "When you return to your room tonight, pack up and leave as soon as possible …" The abbot sighed.

"Reverend!" Zhiyan rebutted, "Who was that person? Could it be invincible? Even if you have to pour everything out of the temple, it won't do? "

"Don't even try to refute me!" "You don't need to know too much. When he comes this time, his Shaolin Temple will be destroyed. "Therefore, you must not linger here for too long. In three days, come down the mountain."

"Yes..." Faced with the "forced expulsion" of the abbot, Zhiyan didn't have any methods to deal with it.

After all, the Shaolin Temple that he had grown up in here and had lived for more than ten years now had to be divided into two parts; he was afraid that he would not want to part with them. At this moment, his heart was filled with sorrow.

"Reverend, what else do you want to say?" Zhiyan calmed down and asked.

"Yes." Previously, you did not know anything about the matters at the foot of the mountain, so you were somewhat prepared to walk in the martial arts world in the future. I will pass on some matters of the world to you, so that once you reach the foot of the mountain, you will not become an ignorant fool. "

"Reverend, please speak." Zhiyan said calmly.

"Our Shaolin Temple is located at the side of the mountain. You are aware of the fact that the Yanluan is so high that it can reach into the clouds. However, outside of the Yanluan Mountain was the vast boundaries of the Jiangzhou. The Jiangzhou covered an area of north, south, east and west, close to ten thousand kilometers! It is incredibly broad. " "The Jiangzhou is only a part of this vast world. The vast world was controlled by Black Yi Dynasty, time and space. Each state extended for thousands of miles, and its territory was vast and boundless. In the Black Yi Dynasty of the capital, there was a direct descendant of the first generation founder, Hei Yi, who held power. It was for the darkness of the Black Yi Dynasty, with the Black Yih Jade Sword as the authority, ordering the people of the Wuzhou to obey. The grandson was the highest existence in the entire Black Yi Dynasty realm, followed by the auxiliary government's official position, Bai Yi. Bai Yi's position was changed every ten years. Through the grand martial arts conference in the martial arts world, he would choose the next Bai Yi. Hei Yi, Bai Yi, jointly presides over the imperial power. He is the highest existence in the territories of the Black Yi Dynasty, which spanned over hundreds of thousands of kilometers under the heavens. "

"Um... the Black Yi Dynasty. " Zhiyan nodded.

"For almost ten million years after the establishment of the nation, the rule of the Black Yi Dynasty was completely safe and sound. Until seven years ago, when such an expert appeared. Ren Ziloong, who was known as the "Heaven Devouring Earth"! Ren Ziloong traveled through the martial arts world in his youth and traveled the world. Gathering hundreds of families in the future and creating their own unique skill 'Ye Xiao Arts', no one in the world can match him! As the fame spread, many experts went to challenge them. However, to Ren Ziloong, this was a battle of life and death. As long as they lost, they would be killed by Ren Ziloong! "In more than ten years, Ren Ziloong has killed nearly a hundred experts from the martial arts world with his unique unique technique!"

"Later on, Ren Ziloong participated in the Martial Arts Conference and obtained the title of number one in the world in one fell swoop. After that, he slaughtered his way towards the Blacky Palace, exterminating the twelve imperial guards. expel Bai Yi from the palace wall, change Wu Tie's palace into Dragon Tavern, and sit in wait for the challenge from the strong under the heavens! However, the highest authority in the Black Yi Dynasty has naturally fallen into Ren Ziloong's hands … "

"Ren Ziloong!?" Zhiyan was shocked, "It's actually that powerful?" For seven years, no one has been able to defeat him? "

However, Fang Mao sighed and said, "Forget about seven years, even in the past thousand years, the one who won the battle between Hei Yi and Bai Yi is the first in a thousand years! Originally, when the descendants of the Black Yi dynasty ruled, the dynasty was dominated by the martial spirit because of Bai Yi. There were many sects and a hundred clans competing for glory. When cultivators battled, they could call upon the clouds and summon the rain. With just a thought, they could move mountains and open rivers. The experts rode on the wind and roamed the world, closing the mountains and covering it for thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. For thousands of years, Black Yi Dynasty was the dream of almost every single warrior. However, because of the still being in the martial way, the world became chaotic because of Ren Ziloong. "

"Has the world fallen into chaos?" Zhiyan asked in confusion.

"We have lived outside the world for a long time, so we naturally do not know about this. It must be known that Ziloong had announced his departure not long after he had taken power. He wanted to pursue the world's strongest realm and the end of the martial way. Black Yi Bai Yi, who was supposed to return to power, was denounced by Wu Lin because his power was not the strongest in the empire, and he could not return to power. Because of this, the culture of fighting became even more prevalent, and the scale of the sects became even more grand. However, due to the fact that there is no one holding sway over the Blacky Palace, the world has still lost its order, and the various powers within the empire are in danger of splitting up and standing on their own … "

Zhiyan listened and was dumbfounded.

From the description alone, he didn't know how big the world was. However, he could imagine how powerful Ren Ziloong, who was known as the "Devouring the Heavens and Earth", was! Countless experts in the world went up to challenge him. Defeat, death, and death! Just this alone was enough to show how loud Ren Ziloong's name was! Even when he was in power, the whole world had to obey him!

"But …" Zhiyan said in confusion, "The world is already in chaos, yet Master still wants his disciple to go down the mountain..."

"Shut up!" "Stop!"

Suddenly, there was silence. Outside the window, the cicadas chirped in the summer night.

After looking around, he softly said, "Wait here. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave the Martial Arts Hall!" He then rushed out of the door and disappeared in an instant.

….

At the Shaolin Temple gate, two lanterns were illuminating the large signboard.

The cool autumn wind blew, whistling with a hint of desolation.

All the disciples were sleeping soundly, and the gate was closed with a ring on the door. At this time, a group of young men in plain white clothes were gathered in front of the mountain gate. They held torches and swords at their waists, quietly standing there and waiting. The leader was dressed in a long, plain robe. His silver hair fell to his waist and he gave off a cold aura. Closing his eyes, the man with silver beard looked like a middle-aged man.

The Shaolin Temple door opened with a "Bang!", and a square meter in red robes opened.

"I gave you three days to think about it. This is the last day. How about it? The white-haired middle-aged man opened his eyes and said.

"You already know that you don't have much time, so why waste it on me!" "Yes," he replied.

"You are really stubborn …" The white haired middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, the corners of his mouth curled up into a demonic smile. Hong said, "Someone, bring the treasure here."

Five or six people walked out from the group of disciples behind him, and they seemed to be carrying a heavy object. It was only when he reached the gate that he was able to see clearly: the six of them were all carrying a huge spear. The spear shaft was carved with dragons and phoenixes. From a distance, the long spear seemed to have surpassed the length of an ordinary long spear and was almost ten feet long! From the looks of it, the six of them had an extraordinary weight.

The white-haired middle-aged man in front of him smiled and lifted up the long spear with a single hand. It seemed effortless.

After waiting for the disciples to leave, the lord Fang looked at the white-haired middle-aged man, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness. But soon after, he also took out a long bronze stick that was hidden behind his back and angrily said, "You want to come all the way? I, Qin Yu, will accompany you to the end!"

"How can you talk to me like that?" The white-haired middle-aged man laughed.

"All Shaolin Temple disciples rise! Set up a formation to meet the enemy! " The loud and clear voice of the abbot echoed through the night sky.

Zhiyan, who was in the training hall, heard the Lord Fang's roar.

"Master Fang went to the front yard …" Could it be that the Chou family had arrived? No... I have to help! " Zhiyan made up his mind. He grabbed an iron spear from the weapons rack on both sides and ran out of the room. He took a shortcut to the hill and ran to the front yard.

….

The white-haired middle-aged man held an exquisite long spear in his hand as he walked up the stairs.

The abbot only held the bronze rod horizontally, assuming a defensive posture. The white-haired middle-aged man only smiled and teased, "Originally … I can kill you in three moves, and now this weapon is in my hands. I'm afraid if I activate my aura, you will be turned into dust and be annihilated! It's a pity that you've been hiding here for twenty years, wasting your Qin Family and martial arts long ago! With your current level, you aren't even one in a hundred! "

Finished speaking, he lifted up his heavy spear. He hacked down at the abbot, the spear carrying the power of ten thousand jin smashing down! Just as he was about to extend his staff to block the attack, the tip of the spear touched the copper rod —

"Chi!" A tearing sound could be heard.

The entire copper rod, just like what the white-haired middle-aged man had said, "Flying Ash Annihilation", directly shattered into fine powder! A white light flashed at the point of contact, and the copper rod instantly disappeared without a trace, turning into powder! As for the square meter, he was shocked by the impact and flew backwards. He fell to the ground nine Zhang away from the door. Following that, the spear shaft smashed into the ground, creating another loud sound. The marble stone steps had a foot-deep crater from the impact. A cyan smoke rose from where he stood. What happened just now was only an instant, not even a breath of air had passed.

"Puchi! –!" Fang Xun spat out a large mouthful of blood, all because he wanted to block this attack. His internal organs had already withstood the maximum amount of damage his body could endure!

Just like the white-haired middle-aged man had said, the power of the abbot was already less than one in a hundred!

"Even a single strike from me is like this. I want to see just how you're going to withstand tonight's attack!" The white haired middle-aged man sneered, then turned and ordered: "Disciples, attack! Tonight is your chance to show off! "

"Kill!"

"Kill!" Don't let any of them escape! "

The Shaolin Temple disciples rushed over from the back. Just as they were about to look at the situation of the fallen, the group of white clothed disciples holding swords had already rushed in. The Shaolin Temple disciples had no choice but to take up their weapons and rush forward to meet the incoming attacks. Each of them was engaged in a chaotic battle with the other. The scene was extremely chaotic.

The abbot frowned, standing up with great difficulty.

Instantly, the sound of Buddhist scriptures resounded between the heavens and earth, and the sound of a thunderous bellow rang out. At this moment, his entire body was filled with Qi and blood. His cassock and robe flew out in an instant, revealing his strong and sturdy upper body. Slowly, his yellow skin began to turn red, and at the same time, his muscles began to bulge out — his eyes were bloodshot and his head was full of spirit. A blood-red aura appeared between his fists. For a moment, he looked like a scarlet demon god.

"Let me see who dares to take a step into this Shaolin Temple!"

Followed by a thunderous shout, Fang Dang raised his fists and dashed towards the door, as if carrying the full power of a hundred thousand kilograms.