His body disappeared little by little between heaven and earth.

【Energy Point +700000】

The moment Master Dashan died, Lin Mang turned around and killed a group of Tantric monks.

He took one step forward, and had reached dozens of feet away, and then fell down, and had already crossed a hundred feet away.

"Puff!"

With a knife, a head immediately soared into the sky.

Bloody killings take place in the darkness.

One by one, the monks of Tantric Buddhism fell down amid the wailing sounds.

Under the night, Lin Mang's ghostly figure seemed to be coming to the world.

Endless fear lingers in everyone's hearts.

Listening to the wailing and screaming of their companions, everyone became more and more frightened.

Some people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, while others fought to the death, but they could not escape death in the end.

Bloody rain filled the sky!

The strong smell of blood drifts with the wind.

The broken limbs and arms were spilled all over the ground, and the wide-eyed head rolled onto the muddy ground.

A tantric master of the Zhenyan Sect laughed to the sky and rushed towards Lin Mang with a roar.

"If you don't believe in the Central Plains, you won't die well!"

"Puff!"

Before he could get close, the entire body of the Tantric master immediately split into two.

Lin Mang walked away, and his robe was already stained with blood.

There are more than 2,000 monks from Tantric Buddhism and disciples from Nan Shaolin.

In his eyes, there are only a bunch of cold numbers.

"Evil Demon!"

"You will fall into the Avici Hell forever!"

A Shaolin monk roared angrily and rushed towards Lin Mang, burning his blood all over his body.

Some people also fled to the distance like crazy.

Between the mountains and forests, dense figures ran away in great horror.

During this killing, Lin Mang kept using the martial arts he had learned.

Vajra Prajna Palm!

Pure Yang Fist!

The finger of the Wuxiangjiao!

Big Ziyang Hand!

...

From the moment he decided to take action, he had no intention of leaving a living.

...

It's dawn.

The dawn light in the sky fell on the earth, reflecting a bloody red color.

Blood clots on the ground, rippling with luster under the rising sun.

Blood flows into a river!

The smell of blood filled the air.

Above a huge rock, Lin Mang held a knife in one hand and looked at the sunset in the distance with a cold look.

He was naked, revealing his clearly muscled body, and his whole body seemed to be filled with explosive power.

As we breathed, the majestic energy of heaven and earth roared.

Yan Jue walked over and looked in a slight shock.

"Sir." Yan Jue bowed and said, "All the bodies have been sheltered."

"I have checked and there is no survivor, which is consistent with the list I counted at the time."

"Burn the body."

Lin Mang slowly withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "It is claimed to the outside world that the monks in the South Shaolin City attempted to attack and kill the Jinyiwei and escaped. Many disciples in the South Shaolin City escaped and issued a sea arrest article."

"As for Master Dashan of Tantric Buddhism, I said that he was seriously injured and died after the Shaolin War."

"There is no need to hide his record in Shaolin, it will be reported together."

"Yes." Yan Jue bowed his hand and hesitated for a moment, whispering: "Sir, the Jinyiwei who has some contact with Zhu Xiansheng... has dealt with it secretly."

Lin Mang did not answer, but nodded slightly.

He turned over and jumped onto the Pixiu, shouting: "Go back to Beijing!"

...

Two days later,

When news about Shaolin came out, the whole world caused an instant sensation.

Master Dashan of Tantric Buddhism fought against three old monks of the Shaolin Du generation with his own strength.

As soon as this news came out, the whole world also realized the foundation of Tantric Buddhism.

Many people know that Tantric Buddhism comes to the Central Plains to preach.

But because I don’t know what the strength of Tantra is, many people are actually waiting and watching.

The old monk of Shaolin Du generation, such an old monk of this generation has long been extinct in the world.

As a result, Master Dashan is completely famous for fighting against three masters of the Shaolin Du generation.

Even if he dies, it will not hinder the admiration of him by the people in the martial arts world.

It has nothing to do with identity, it is just the respect of the strong people in the Jianghu.

I don’t know how many people in the world feel sorry for it.

But soon, another shocking news came out, as if it was a bolt from the blue.

The monks in Nan Shaolin tried to escape on their way to escort, attacked the Jinyiwei and were killed. The Jinyiwei issued a document of arrest and arrested the fugitive monk.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately attracted a lot of discussion in the world, especially in Buddhism.

For a moment, countless eyes were turned to Shaolin.

After all, the monks in the Southern Shaolin were taken away by the Jinyiwei from the Northern Shaolin.

But what surprised everyone was that Shaolin was so quiet and terrible.

The whole Shaolin seemed to be blocked from a mountain, and he turned a blind eye to the things outside the window.

This made many people secretly disappointed.

Now the name of "killing god" is also famous.

...

In Shaolin Temple,

Xuan Du walked into Xuanzhen's Zen Room with a sad face.

"Senior Brother!"

Xuan Du knelt down with sobs.

"All dead!"

"No one is spared."

"That person surnamed Lin is too cruel."

Shaolin has its own contact information. If someone really escapes, he will inevitably go to nearby temples to seek shelter.

But for five days, no news came out.

Xuanzhen sat cross-legged on the bed with his back to Xuandu.

"Amitabha."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Zhen chanted the Buddha's name lightly and said softly:

"Xuandu, warns all Shaolin disciples not to leave the temple during this period."
To be continued...