Troubled Times: Added six doors at the beginning, pushing the world horizontally

Chapter 280 The Great War
The atmosphere like a stormy sea swept across, and the black robe made a hunting sound.

The body-protecting true energy rubs against the raging waves, bringing out a series of twinkling stars that flicker on and off.

Like a heavy hammer falling, it stirred the sky for hundreds of feet and rolled endlessly, shaking hundreds of miles of land.

The whole mountain shook endlessly, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling.

The demonic clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and there seems to be endless murderous intent hidden in them.

Dark clouds are gathering!

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder, and electric snakes ran, illuminating the dim mountain top.

The fine raindrops connected in a line, like a bead curtain breaking apart, passing through the sky and falling into the clouds, falling to the earth one after another.

Big raindrops fell one after another, coming hard and fast.

In thousands of years, Shen Du is the first person to kill Shaolin.

Around Shaolin, many strong men from the world have quietly gathered.

Tens of thousands of people and horses were running in a mighty manner, and their whereabouts were not too concealed, so naturally they attracted much attention.

What's more, there was such a big movement in Shaolin's territory that it was difficult not to notice it.

Everyone looked at the scene in the distance with horrified expressions.

The grace of that sword deeply shocked their minds.

"This person actually killed Shaolin?"

There was a lot of buzz in the world before, but I didn't expect it to be true.

"I'm afraid my career in martial arts is in danger."

Shaolin is the leader of the Buddhist sect. If even they are defeated, who among all the sects in the world can and dares to stop him.

"Humph!"

Someone snorted and said disdainfully: "Look, how can Shaolin be so simple?"

"Maybe in the end, I will be disappointed and leave in despair."

There are no longer just one or two people in the Qianguo Wulin who are dissatisfied with Shen Du.

Everyone shook their heads secretly.

If Shaolin no longer has a trump card, judging from the current situation, the thousand-year heritage may really be destroyed.

In front of Shaolin Mountain,
Of the three old Shaolin monks, only the white-browed old monk managed to escape with his life, but his breath was weak and his face was pale. His whole body had returned to his old state again, and his body was filled with the deathly energy of twilight.

He was the strongest among the three, and with the blessing of the monks, he was able to escape with his life.

"puff!"

The white-browed old monk spat out a mouthful of blood, his body crumbling.

His face was filled with deep horror and disbelief.

This power...

With the combined efforts of their monks, even the current abbot Mingchen can't break the magic circle. Could it be that this son's strength has surpassed Mingchen?
At this thought, the old monk's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Shen Du's eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his clothes were flying up and down. A cold gaze swept over him and he said calmly: "Who do you want to get rid of?"

Four arrows broke through the thousand-year-old Shaolin magic circle, and defeated dozens of strong old monks in Shaolin together, carrying an unbridled domineering arrogance.

Flying through the void, hands behind hands, facing away from the low sky.

Behind him is a huge Dharma elephant like a mountain, with demonic flames towering into the sky, and an endless sea of ​​blood rising and falling.

The Xueyin Kuangdao was suspended on the side, filled with overwhelming demonic aura, like a demonic sword used to kill immortals and gods.

The sharp edge is powerful and overwhelming!
The white-browed old monk vomited out a mouthful of blood again, his mind was shaken wildly, his heart was burning with rage, and his mind was severely damaged.

Xuannan's eyes were about to burst, and at the same time, he was horrified and filled with endless anger.

"Shen Du!"

"You are bloodthirsty and follow the cycle of cause and effect. One day, you will definitely pay the price for your actions."

Shen Du looked calm, shook his head and said, "I said, until now, you still haven't seen the situation clearly."

"I, Shen Du, don't believe in fate!"

At this time, streams of light suddenly struck from the distance, with overwhelming power.

A flash of sword light arrived in an instant!

In the sword light was an old man holding a sword.

This person is the ancestor of Xuantian Sword Sect, one of the five new sword sects.

When Shaolin called for heroes, Xuantian Sword Sect also sent people to participate, but this person did not go because he had not broken through for a long time and was in seclusion.

After he came out of seclusion, he heard about the death of the Xuantian Sword Sect leader and many elders.

However, he also knew that with his own strength, there was no way he could be Shen Du's opponent, so he hid himself from then on.

Almost at the same time, two more figures came, namely Jing Xin from Cihang Sword Studio, and Qiao Zonghao, the leader of the Beggar Clan, one of the seven gangs in the world.

On that day, people from all sects died, among which the Beggars Clan and Cihang Sword House even lost the powerful Dharma Image.

Although Shen Du did not cause trouble for them afterwards, they also knew that the matter would never end there.

From the moment they heard that Shen Du led his army to Shaolin, they understood that if Shaolin was really destroyed, the outcome waiting for them would not be good.

This time Jing Xin sent an invitation and came directly to Shaolin without much hesitation.

Jing Xin said in a deep voice: "Da Yan is innocent, we are here to ask for justice!"

After learning that Shen Du was going to Shaolin, she summoned several people and quickly came to Shaolin.

In fact, she contacted more than these people, but time was too tight, and only the three of them could come in a short time.

The three of them flew across the void, their auras undisguised.

Seeing the three people coming, Xuannan had a happy look on his face, raised one hand in front of his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you all for coming to help."

Shen Duxian glanced at the three of them and didn't take them to heart at all.

It's just a few more dead souls under the knife.

He had long expected that once he led his troops to Shaolin, these people would be unable to hold on any longer.

It's just a bit surprising that Qian Guo didn't send anyone.

It seems that the relationship between these Jianghu forces and Qian Guo is not so harmonious.

Shen Du didn't even look at the three of them and said coldly: "Mingchen!"

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

From the beginning to now, the Shaolin abbot Mingchen has never appeared.

This was the only person worthy of his high regard.

"Amitabha!"

Not long after Shen Du finished speaking, a deep Buddhist voice came from the distance.

The next moment, Mingchen's figure slowly walked out of the Main Hall, his whole body exuding a faint Buddha light.

But Mingchen's face was extremely young and no longer looked as old as before.

Mingchen is definitely one of the strongest in Shaolin's thousands of years of history, and he is also extremely talented.

Since he took over Shaolin, he has led Shaolin to grow step by step, and his appointment as abbot has been unanimously recognized by all the old monks in Shaolin.

You must know that when Mingchen took over as abbot, he was not in the Dharma state, but only in the Yuanshen realm.

There are rumors in the world that if he hadn't been burdened by Shaolin, with his talent, he might not only be ranked fourth on the Heavenly Ranking.

These words are not passed down by Shaolin, but are recognized by everyone in the world.

"Abbot?!"

When Xuannan saw Mingchen, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

In the past, when he saw the abbot, he could only see his back, so he didn't know that Mingchen had become so young.

This is clearly what Mingchen looked like when he was young.

Jingxin also looked at Mingchen with a surprised look on his face and a suspicious look on his face.

She had seen Mingchen before, but not like this. She could sense that Mingchen was not the effect of some martial arts pill, but that he had truly become younger.

The strong vitality and blood in his body cannot be faked.

Shen Du raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Mingchen, and said calmly: "As expected of Shaolin, his background is indeed extraordinary."

"I didn't expect that in just a few months, you would have recovered from your injuries."

When Mingchen was defeated by Emperor Yan and escaped from Yanjing City with serious injuries, his injuries could not be recovered overnight, let alone within a few short months.

Mingchen clasped his hands together, stared at Shen Du, and said indifferently: "Shen Du, if you are willing to give up your martial arts, go to the Demon Suppression Tower to repent, and wash away your sins, I can spare your life."

Mingchen is by no means an arrogant person.

In such a situation, there must be something to rely on when saying this.

Shen Du has never underestimated Shaolin. Thousands of years of inheritance are not that simple.

But he also needs pressure, and even more strength to break through the Dharma image.

Shaolin is by far the best target.

"Abandoning martial arts?"

Shen Du chuckled and said calmly: "I'll give you the same words."

"If you are willing to give up your martial arts, I can keep your body intact."

A smile appeared on Mingchen's face, he opened his eyes, slowly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "It's stubborn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling Buddha light suddenly bloomed in Mingchen's eyes.

His whole body exuded rich Buddha light.

The sound of Sanskrit sounds echoed across the mountain tops.

Buddhist scriptures emerged one after another in the sky, exuding unprecedented power.

Mingchen's momentum also continued to rise, and his whole person seemed to be integrated with the surrounding world.

Its power is so strong that it affects the entire world within a hundred miles!
Within his body, there was a faint golden bone emitting Buddha light. "Shen Du!"

"Today I will show you what real power is!"

Mingchen's deep voice exploded in the sky like rolling thunder.

Shen Du frowned slightly, this power...

God!

For a moment, Shen Du thought of the heavenly being he had met in the Cave Paradise of the Great Heavenly Demon Palace.

He is the person who has the deepest contact with the people of that day, and he is very familiar with this aura.

There is actually a certain difference between the power of heavenly beings and their power.

The power levels of both sides were the same, but that person's power seemed to be contaminated by some very special aura.

Mingchen's power is like this now, but it's more like fusion than the real power of heaven and man.

In an instant, it seemed like a Buddhist kingdom had arrived!
Mingchen is in the center of the Buddha's light, and behind him there is an Arhat Buddha figure. The Bodhisattva is sitting cross-legged on the Buddha lotus, with a majestic appearance.

Extraordinary!

Buddha’s light everywhere!

Even the demonic cloud gathered by Shen Du was somewhat dispersed.

Now Mingchen's power is several times stronger than before.

One of his pupils was already golden, while the other was black and white.

Countless Sanskrit words surrounded him, as if he was covered with a cassock.

Feeling the aura exuded by Mingchen, everyone's faces showed horror.

Even though they are both Dharma images, they feel a huge gap.

Shen Du looked calm and said calmly: "What is it? It turns out that I have gained some power that does not belong to me."

"I didn't expect you, Shaolin, to still retain the power of heavenly beings."

If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem surprising.

Shaolin has been inherited for a long time. Many strong men have emerged from the temple and they have also occupied many caves and heavens. It is not surprising to have such a harvest.

Since that heavenly being was able to come to this world, it means that other heavenly beings can also come here.

A trace of shock was evident on Mingchen's stern face.

"you……"

He didn't ask the second half of the sentence.

At this moment, all the doubts in Mingchen's heart were solved.

No wonder Shen Du has such strength at such a young age.

It seems that he has already received a similar inheritance.

He only found out about this after returning to Shaolin, reading various inheritance classics, and absorbing the golden bones.

Mingchen snorted coldly, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped Shen Du with his palm.

know how.

Not even allowed to stay!

The huge palm print of Buddha's light slowly pressed down, with majestic power, and the sound it raised made the air squeezed and roared.

"Chong!"

Shen Du pulled out the broken sword, his momentum suddenly changed, and his sword intention surged.

The sword is in the air!

Thousands of rainwater hovered in the sky and began to slowly condense, as if turning into a long sword.

Although the broken sword is broken, it is still a true divine weapon, and it is also a spiritual divine weapon.

In the hands of its original owner, it even killed heavenly beings!

After noticing the heavenly aura on Mingchen's body, he suddenly became extremely restless.

Shen Du stood up with his sword in hand, and the shocking sword strike from back then emerged in his mind.

Heaven-shattering style!
Take one step forward and walk against the Buddha's light.

A black robe was hunting in the strong wind, like a sudden thunder, breaking everything.

The rolling true energy is like a hundred rivers flowing back, falling wantonly into the limbs and bones.

The sword rises!
Break everything.

With this sword, the ancestor of Xuantian Sword Sect suddenly felt his eyes stinging, his mind was shaking wildly, his sword heart collapsed, and the hand holding the sword was shaking uncontrollably.

A look of deep horror appeared on his face, and his body was shaking wildly.

Under this sword, he couldn't even hold the sword.

Originally, he thought he could dominate the world after breaking through the Dharma, but now he found that he didn't even have the courage to draw a sword.

"Chuck!"

The bright golden Buddha's light palm print was torn apart by a sword, and the sword's power did not decrease at all, heading straight towards Mingchen.

A look of surprise appeared in Mingchen's eyes, and something appeared in his hand.

A string of Buddha beads with bright Buddha light!

But this prayer bead is not an ordinary prayer bead, but a prayer bead forged from human bones.

Each of these Buddhist beads comes from a powerful Dharma Elephant, but not from a Shaolin monk. Instead, it is forged from the bones of many powerful Dharma Elephants and various rare materials.

Therefore, even if the Buddha's energy suppresses it, this Buddhist bead still reveals a trace of evil aura.

Shen Du sneered: "I didn't expect that the dignified Shaolin, who claims to be the leader of the world's righteous path, would also use such weapons."

Mingchen said solemnly: "The guilty person is the person, not the weapon."

"They committed heinous crimes before their death, and they should continue to atone for their sins after their death."

"hypocritical!"

Shen Du looked indifferent and slashed into the Buddha bead with his sword.

The beads exploded, and the power contained in them burst out.

The tyrannical power offset Shen Du's sword energy, forcing Shen Du to retreat temporarily.

Seeing Shen Du smashing three Buddhist beads with his sword, Mingchen's eyes flashed with a trace of physical pain.

If you lose one, the power of this magic weapon will be reduced by one point.

The key is that they have lost the method of forging this thing.

This was originally made by a certain Shaolin leader. Later, the abbot felt that this thing was detrimental to the harmony of heaven, so he destroyed the forging method.

However, the object was not destroyed, but kept in Shaolin.

Without a forging method, it means that it cannot be repaired.

Mingchen stretched out his hand to hold the flying beads, and his eyes fell on the broken sword.

The sword gave him a vague feeling of extreme danger.

Shen Du stretched out his hand and made a move, and Xueyin Kuangdao fell into his hand again.

"continue!"

A sword in one hand and a knife in the other!

Suddenly, the ethereal sword light transformed into myriads of shapes, like clouds that were brilliant and boundless.

The domineering sword light spans across the void, like a roaring river, coming menacingly.

The sky is vast and the world is broken!
For a moment, the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

Shen Du's figure stood still, still maintaining its original posture.

In fact, Shen Du had already reached Mingchen.

The eight ends of the vastness are all returned to this sword, and the brilliance shines all over the ten directions, majestic and unparalleled.

Countless sword movements, sword movements, sword skills, and sword skills are all integrated into one, creating a peerless edge.

Swords come out!
Mingchen's expression suddenly changed.

What a weird technique!

Mingchen was shocked and turned pale. He threw the Buddhist beads in his hand again and pushed with all his strength.

The beads spread out and floated in front of him, forming a barrier.

Almost instantly, the Buddha's light surged, and a Buddha of light whose face could not be seen appeared, in the shape of holding a flower.

He raised his hand and slapped a palm forward, as if he could grasp the heaven and earth in his palm.

"boom!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering roar, the magnificent Buddha image collapsed, each Buddhist bead shattered. Mingchen was forced to retreat continuously, his robes were blown to pieces, and he was in a state of disarray.

If it weren't for the Buddhist beads that burst out with power to resist, Mingchen would have been killed by these swords.

Mingchen suddenly fell to the ground, and the buildings in the temple collapsed in pieces.

The peaceful void was now like boiling water, trembling violently.

There was silence all around.

Everyone's minds seemed to be frozen, and they were silent for a long time. Their expressions were changing, and their eyes were filled with fear.

Shen Du's eyes were lowered, the sword was suspended at his side, and the ink-like divine catcher's robe was slightly turbulent, shaking away the mist and moisture that filled the air.

A cold voice slowly sounded, spreading amid the roar of the wind.

"I have also killed real gods, let alone a fake like you."

"Shaolin is destined to be destroyed today!"

(End of this chapter)