Villain Should Be Invincible

The man in the seat slowly opened his eyes with a humming sound. The man was wearing tights, with a thin body and a silver mask on his face. A long knife lay beside it. "What's up."

"Report to the first seat, the leader ordered Xuanbu to thoroughly investigate the situation of Jinshan Temple to see if the abbot of Jinshan Temple is in the temple."

"Understood, let's go." The man waved his hand lightly, and the shopkeeper below bowed and retreated. The man was Xuan Yi, the head of the Xuan Department of the Demon Sect.

In an underground palace, several men with light silver masks stood on both sides and communicated with each other.

"What did you say the first seat asked us to do?"

"It should be the leader who gave orders to our Xuan department."

"The leader's strength has been spread all over the world, and sooner or later our Demon Cult will dominate the world."

"Our Xuanbu finally has to move."

A Daoist figure suddenly appeared in the underground palace, with a silver mask on his face and a long knife on his back. Everyone immediately bowed and saluted, "I have seen the first one."

The man nodded, "It was the leader's order to invite everyone this time. The leader ordered us to find out the current situation of Jinshan Temple and whether the host is in the temple."

"Yes, I would like to follow the order of the leader." Everyone bowed in response.

"This is the first official mission of our Xuanbu since its establishment. It must be completed beautifully and let the other three departments know the strength of our Xuanbu. If anyone doesn't try their best, don't blame me for being rude." Xuan Yi's eyes showed a trace cold mans.

Everyone on both sides agreed, with a hint of solemnity on their faces. Xuan Er, who was standing first on the left, stood up, "First seat, do you need to call Xuan San and Xuan Si back too?"

Xuan Yi said lightly, "No, you and I are enough eight people, and they also have their own missions."

"Get ready, act at midnight tonight."

Jinshan Temple, as one of the five major sects in the Cangwu mainland, has been built for two thousand years. It covers an area of ​​tens of kilometers, and the surrounding thousands of kilometers are under the jurisdiction of Jinshan Temple. There are no less than 10,000 monks in the temple, and there are countless masters.

In a side room in the temple, a monk was lying on the bed. The monk was wrapped in gauze and his breathing was very weak. A little monk next to him was pounding medicine with a pestle, looking at the monk on the bed from time to time.

The name of the young monk is Yueyu, he is an orphan. He entered Jinshan Temple ten years ago and has been working in the handyman’s yard. He is very dull and doesn’t like to talk. Years ago, he suddenly met the holy monk Wutian and offered to accept him as a disciple.

Wutian Shengseng is the head of the Yanwu Hall of Jinshan Temple, and he is the eighth-ranked peerless master. After becoming the head disciple, his life changed suddenly. The monks who didn't like to talk to him before all took the initiative to approach him. Even those who are older than him call him Senior Brother.

But he did not change his own Life, except that the address of his accommodation was changed to the side hall of the Yanwu Hall, and he still maintained his daily life of practicing martial arts, chanting scriptures, and two points and one line.

Until half a month ago, something disrupted his life. Half a month ago, Wutian Shengshen was suddenly carried back to Jinshan Temple by Fan Fan. He was seriously injured and fell into a coma. For half a month, I still haven't woken up.

It's been half a month since I stopped chanting sutras and practicing martial arts, and I kept making medicine every day, and my eyes never left Wutian on the bed for a moment. For so many years, he has regarded Wutian as his dearest person. Liaoyu picked up the medicine pot and was about to decoct the medicine next to him, when suddenly he saw Wutian move his hand, and slowly opened his eyes.

Hastily ran to the bed in two steps, held Master's hand, "Master, you finally woke up."

Wutian's eyes slowly focused, and he looked worried and said, "I'm fine as a teacher, please help me to see the host."

Liaoyu didn't answer, but ran away directly, ran all the way to the main hall of Jinshan Temple, knocked on the door and said loudly, "Master, my Master is awake, host ~ host ~"

There was no sound from behind the door. After thinking for a while, he ran to Wutian's residence. A middle-aged bald man was standing in front of Wutian, with some holy light faintly emitting from his head.

The man said softly, "Brother, you are awake."

"Well, thank you host for helping me out." Wu Heavenly Dao thanked him and wanted to stand up, but was stopped by the host with a wave.

"It's a good thing you're lucky, and there's the last Da Huan Dan in the temple,"

"Master, the devil does have a Cultivation Base of the Martial Emperor middle stage, and his actual combat power may even reach the Martial Emperor late stage." Wutian said solemnly.

The host smiled wryly, "Not only that, I guess it's almost surpassing Martial Emperor."

Slowly told Wutian about a series of events that happened in the East China Sea after Wutian fell into a coma.

Wutian's pupils shrank, and he said in shock, "That devil is so powerful."

"Okay, take a good rest today, and we'll talk about the rest after you recover from your injury." The host said as he walked out of the room, and Li Yu was standing outside the door, "Take care of your master."

The host looked up at the sky, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. Buddhism also has the means of glaring at Vajra. It seems that it is necessary to attack the Demon Cult.

In the dark night, many patrolling monks in Jinshan Temple were patrolling, and a few black shadows that no one saw flashed quickly, and the patrolling monks did not notice it. As they approached the Jinshan Temple's mountain protection formation, the black shadows took out a stone from their pockets one after another, and slowly walked into the mountain protection formation. The formation rippled slightly, and the black shadows entered without any hindrance.

"The formation-breaking stone given by the leader is really powerful, and even the mountain-protecting formation of Jinshan Temple can be entered casually."

"Okay, let's act quickly, if something goes wrong, the chief will not spare us."

The eight Daoist shadows separated quickly and went to different directions.

At the door of the Wutian Saint Monk's meditation room, a figure slowly appeared, looked at the people lying inside, and then slowly disappeared again. From the beginning to the end, the Wutian Saint Monk inside did not notice it at all, although Wutian was seriously injured and still not healed. , but it is also enough to show that the visitor is by no means an ordinary person.

A figure flickered quickly and went straight to the main hall. No matter whether it was the patrolling monks or the eminent monks who were meditating, there was no reaction until they approached the entrance of the main hall.

A voice suddenly came from inside, "Friend, come in and have a seat."

After hearing the voice, the figure didn't answer, instead, he retreated quickly and quickly swept behind. A palm shadow in the main hall instantly hit the looting figure, and the figure also struck with a palm, making a loud noise in an instant. It woke up everyone in Jinshan Temple.

In an instant, countless figures rushed out of Jinshan Temple, and immediately found many men in black in the temple.

"Where is the evildoer who dares to break into my Jinshan Temple?"

"Take a Vajra punch from my old man,"

"Thousands of Flowers and Thousand Buddha Palms"

The figure rushing out from the main hall yelled "Retreat." Many black-clothed men who were fighting fiercely with the monks in the temple all rushed out of the temple in an instant when they no longer wanted to fight.

"Where are you running?" the people in the temple yelled to stop them, but the speed of the people coming was really fast, plus they were injured and did not love to fight, so they were about to run out of the temple.

At this time, a finger in the main hall rushed towards many men in black, and a loud voice came, "Finger finger."

Many men in black seemed to be fixed in place, making it difficult to move.