The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

Flowers flew across the sky, soaring between mountains and rivers.

"Captain, is it a bit bad for us to do this?"

"What does it matter? No one will say it anyway."

"But, but they will think about it in their hearts, right?"

"What if they think about it? Who cares about us? How about we do it again?"

"Don't..."

"Why, you don't like it, then I'll find someone else to do it."

"...Captain, do you think our conversation is weird and will be misunderstood?"

Zhou Ming and Qin Wumeng stood on the huge red petals, overlooking the magnificent mountains and rivers below, and the infinite beautiful scenery.

After a brief discussion in the inn, everyone decided that the two people of the Fangyuan team would go first to Yunhe Temple, and the expedition team would take the newcomers and Shangguan Nianci and slowly go on the road.

"Why, are you still worried that because of us, the normal mission plot of the newcomers will be destroyed?"

Zhou Ming talked with his only team member and found that she still hadn't untied the knot, so he couldn't help but smile.

Qin Wumeng always felt that the process of the newcomers contacting Shangguan Nianci and looking for Shangguan Wuji should be an important plot, and it was an opportunity for the Lord God to give the newcomers a lot of bonus points and combat experience.

Now this important plot was forcibly intervened by the seniors and directly erased. The battles and gains that the newcomers might encounter along the way were also reduced to zero. Is this a bit unfair to the newcomers?

"Your mentality has not changed yet. We are reincarnations. Whether it is for you, me, or the newcomers, the Lord God space will never lack opportunities. Living is the most important thing."

"It doesn't matter. Watch it patiently. This plot world will make you understand."

Zhou Ming did not explain much. This kind of thing does not need to be explained too much. Those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will not understand no matter how much they say.

"The Yunhe Temple is in front."

Looking down, Zhou Ming saw the temple in the mountain and immediately controlled the flying flowers to fall down.

However, before he fell, the roof of the largest main hall in the middle of the temple suddenly broke open, forming a huge palm print shape.

At the same time, a strong air force rushed straight into the sky and hit the falling flying flowers.

Zhou Ming drew his sword and slashed, activating the King of Swords Gu. The sword energy was like a waterfall, and with one sword, he washed away the palm of energy. His eyes passed through the broken hole and looked into the hall.

"Another master is coming! Hahahaha!"

A nine-foot-tall, dirty and strong man like a black iron tower opened his big hand like a palm leaf fan, laughed wildly, and slapped an old monk with one palm.

The old monk was skinny and short, and his head was not even as big as the strong man's palm. Facing the strong man, he was not afraid, did not dodge, and used his head to take the palm.

Ding!

It was like the sound of a temple bell ringing, and the walls of the hall were buzzing. The old monk stood there motionless, but the big man took three steps back, leaving three deep footprints on the ground.

"Good! What a great Acala Golden Bell Cover!"

The big man laughed heartily, pounced on him, and hit the old monk with a mountain-sticking kick.

The old monk sighed lightly, with a compassionate look on his face. He raised his right hand, made a flower-picking gesture with his fingers, and pressed it against the big man's chest.

With this seal, a strong wind blew in the hall, and the air around was quickly sucked out, all gathered at the old monk's fingertips, and turned into a powerful and terrifying attack.

Neither of them dodged or dodged, and they rushed towards each other with a desperate look as if they were going to die together.

But at this moment, the old monk's face suddenly changed, and a trace of grief appeared in his compassionate eyes.

His state of mind was broken, and his power was immediately broken. The flower-picking seal in his hand could not control the extreme concentration of power, and it scattered, and the power immediately dropped by five levels.

And the dirty big man had already pounced in front of him, with a fierce murderous intent on his face with a hideous smile, and he clasped his fists and smashed down hard on the old monk.

Unable to avoid or block, the old monk had seen himself being hit by this punch and being seriously injured. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, but it immediately turned into sadness, and then returned to the calmness of being indifferent to life and death.

"Amitabha." The old monk silently chanted in his heart.

Boom!

The big man's fists hit the old monk, but failed to hit him.

Between the two of them, a flower made of gold and iron suddenly appeared, protecting the old monk tightly, completely withstanding the big man's fist force, only crushing the floor tiles below, sinking a few inches into the ground.

"What!" The big man was startled, and heard a woman's scream behind him.

Turning back suddenly, he saw a woman falling to the ground, with a ball of blood bursting out of her chest.

Lying on the side was a young monk, his gray monk's robe had been stained with blood, his neck seemed to be torn by a beast, blood and flesh were blurred, and his wide-open eyes had long lost their spirit.

"Xue Ji, how dare you interfere in my business!"

The strong man was not stupid. He immediately understood what had just happened. He roared angrily and turned to the old monk who was thrown into the iron flower and said, "I didn't ask her to do it! Come out quickly and let's fight again!"

"It's not like someone like you who has a decorative brain to attack someone's relatives and friends and make him lose because of distraction."

Zhou Ming fell from the air and stretched out his hand. The huge iron flower turned into an iron shell flower Gu and flew back to him.

The flying flower in the air slowly landed. Qin Wumeng was holding a gun on the flower, still pointing at the woman who was lying on the ground with blood flowing.

"Master." Zhou Ming saluted slightly to the old monk next to him, "It's a pity that we are still a step late and failed to save the master's disciple."

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted a Buddhist name and slowly closed his eyes. Two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corners of the old monk's eyes.

"When Huizhen was three years old, I picked him out of the dead body pit and brought him back to the temple to raise him for five years. Perhaps, these five years are the merits accumulated by me over the years, which extended Huizhen's life!"

When he opened his eyes again, the compassion in the old monk's eyes was gone, leaving only a strong murderous intent and evil blood color.

"From today on, my decades of Buddhist practice are gone! Gone!"

Crack!

In the bright daylight, thunder exploded, and a three-meter-high blood shadow appeared behind the old monk. It looked a bit like the Buddha statue sitting in the hall, but it was eerie and strange, with a strong smell of blood and awe-inspiring evil.

"Zhenbei Boxing King, you want to fight me? Okay, I will fulfill your wish today!"

"Today, we will compete for the winner and the loser!"

The old monk's compassionate and peaceful face completely turned into a crazy smile, like a devil from hell. He clenched his fists and raised his arms. The blood shadow behind him moved in unison with him, and two fists, one large and one small, smashed at the dirty man.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The dirty man's hair stood on end, and he was full of energy. He didn't dare to be arrogant. He raised his fists and swung them together to resist the old monk's powerful punch.

"Become a demon on the spot? Why is the plot so twists and turns?" Zhou Ming complained and jumped onto the Feihua Gu that had just landed, controlling the Feihua Gu to quickly pull it up.

Boom!

The Feihua Gu had just risen into the air when the hall under his feet collapsed!

A roar like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar exploded in the sky, shaking the four fields.

"Old monk, since you have forced me to use my true martial arts body, we must decide life or death today!"

The violent roar of the big man echoed, and the loud noise below, like a landslide and earthquake, became more intense.

Zhou Ming looked down and saw that the whole temple was collapsing everywhere, bricks and tiles were flying everywhere, thick stone pillars were broken, and the Buddha statues were smashed. The huge movement was like a thousand elephants rushing around, colliding with everything recklessly, with smoke and dust rolling and rumbling.

"This, such destructive power!" Qin Wumeng's face turned pale, and she was deeply doubtful whether she could survive such an attack by a master.

Although Zhou Ming had already told her that this was probably a high-level martial arts world, she found that she was still thinking too simply after witnessing this battle.

The level of personal martial arts in this world has exceeded her expectations, and made her deeply pessimistic about the completion of the main task.

Qin Wumeng subconsciously looked at Zhou Ming and saw that Zhou Ming was watching the battle intently, without any worry on his face.

Her heart also calmed down a lot, and she asked: "Captain, don't we help?"

"No, it's almost over." Zhou Ming watched with relish, and answered casually: "The old monk is three points stronger when he is possessed by a demon. That Zhenbei Boxing King is not his opponent, not to mention fighting for his life now."

As if to prove that what Zhou Ming said was correct, as soon as the voice fell, a tall figure suddenly flew out of the billowing smoke and dust, and crashed into the rocks outside the temple.

Another thin figure rushed out of the smoke and dust and crashed into the rocks, waving his arms and punching continuously, hitting the big man crazily, and the dense and dull sound like machine gun shooting did not decrease for a moment, and it stopped for three minutes.

"Let's go down and talk to the old monk." Zhou Ming controlled the flying flowers to slowly descend.

The dust gradually dissipated, and Qin Wumeng was shocked to see that the temple that was still in good condition not long ago had now turned into a ruin. There were big pits everywhere on the ground, as if they were blown up by explosives. The largest pit was four or five meters deep, and the degree of tragedy was comparable to the battlefield after a modern war.

Crash!

With the sound of broken stones, the old monk grabbed the bloody head of the big man with one hand, dragging the huge body out of the cave that he had smashed out.

The bloody and broken flesh made the blood shadow behind him seem clearer, and with the gloomy and evil smile on his face, the old monk looked like a monster, shocking people.

Qin Wumeng met the old monk's pair of empty and cold eyes, and his heart trembled with fear, but Zhou Ming ignored it and walked forward with a normal expression, saluting the old monk as before.

"Master, I'm Zhou Ming, and this is my companion Qin Wumeng. We came to you to ask you something."

"You also want to know where Shangguan Wuji is?" The old monk threw the unrecognizable corpse to the ground and grinned.

"If you beat me, I'll tell you."

"Sure enough, the best way to communicate with a possessed person is to use your hands." Zhou Ming sighed and shook the knife in his hand.

"Swords have no eyes, Master, I'm sorry!"