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Chapter 38 The real Shura field, Shaolin is coming

A red light emanated from Zhang Wuji's body, and it became stronger and stronger, gradually covering Zhang Wuji's entire body, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was going on inside.

The people from the six major sects had never seen such a sudden scene before, and they were so scared that they took a few steps back, away from Zhang Wuji.

When the red light faded, everyone saw Zhang Wuji slowly opening his eyes.

Now the surprise in everyone's eyes was even greater. Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao could tell that Zhang Wuji was dead even outside the iron prison. How could they, who were closer to him, not see it? That was why they were even more surprised at Zhang Wuji's resurrection.

"I...what's wrong with me?" Zhang Wuji was a little confused at first, but he soon remembered what happened before. He clearly died by severing his own heart meridian, so how come he seems to be fine now?

Was everything before just a dream? Was attacking others also a dream? That would be great!
Unfortunately, when he looked around and found that the person he attacked was looking at him with horror, he knew that what had happened before was real and he actually did that kind of thing.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji wanted to die again!
Outside the iron prison, Wei Yixiao looked at the resurrected Zhang Wuji and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Even though Chen Mo had resurrected those Tianxian Sect disciples who died in battle in front of him and other Ming Cult people, he was still shocked every time he saw this scene.

Things were so beyond common sense that Wei Yixiao sometimes wondered if he was in a dream. After realizing that he was in the real world, he began to wonder whether the legendary immortals and gods and reincarnation existed. After all, death and resurrection had really happened before his eyes.

From that day on, whether it was Wei Yixiao or Yang Xiao and others, they were all extremely respectful to Chen Mo, because they knew that such a person could only be a friend, not an enemy, and only by following such a person could they realize their greatest value.

"Watch carefully and tell me immediately if there is any movement. You don't have to fight with the enemies when you meet them, just report to me!" Chen Mo was already accustomed to such things as resurrection from the dead. After giving instructions, he left.

As for Zhang Wuji, he continued to be controlled by Chen Mo using the [Confusing Mind Technique]. It was so easy to control Zhang Wuji, whose mentality was broken.

If an enemy really comes to rescue him, Zhang Wuji will tell the enemy what insidiousness is!

In the next few days, these people were still tortured repeatedly. Occasionally, Chen Mo would actually throw some food into the iron cage, causing the people inside to fight with each other until they were bloody. Status and position had no effect at all in there. It was truly a law of the jungle.

The reason why Chen Mo did this was not because he wanted to see them fighting each other, but he was simply afraid that these guys would not be able to resist eating people if they had not had anything to eat.

During these days, Chen Mo did some other things in the mountain gate, such as playing poker with Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun, cultivating feelings with Yang Buhui, occasionally giving her a French kiss, and teasing Zhao Min. In short, he was having a lot of fun.

In terms of internal strength, after the Nine Yang Divine Art reached perfection, it was able to operate on its own. Although the internal strength was not increased as much as before, it was also accumulated bit by bit.

In terms of martial arts, the people from the six major sects, whose mentality had collapsed, were completely unable to resist the erosion of the [Confusing Mind Method]. Chen Mo asked them to write it out from memory, and used [Learn it at a Glance] to practice it to perfection.

During this period, there have been quite a few movements in the martial arts world. For example, Shaolin is recalling its disciples outside, and it is suspected that the entire temple is going to use its full strength to destroy Chen Mo and his followers. On the way from Wudang Mountain to Emei Mountain, it is said that someone saw an old Taoist with white hair and a youthful face, who looked like an immortal. It is suspected that it was Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang who came down the mountain and was targeting the Tianxian Sect!
As for Prince Ruyang, he did not forget to rescue his precious daughter and sent many experts, but unfortunately none of them returned. As for mobilizing the army to deal with Chen Mo again, it can only be said that it is already difficult. Yang Xiao has contacted the anti-Yuan forces in various places and asked them to act boldly during this period. With them attracting firepower, the Yuan army will not have enough time to suppress the uprisings in various places, let alone so many troops to help Prince Ruyang deal with his personal affairs.

Chen Mo has already decided that after he has hooked Shaolin and Wudang out and captured them all in one fell swoop, he will go to the Ming Cult and help Yang Xiao seize the position of the Ming Cult's leader.

Two days later, the Shaolin people finally arrived at the foot of the Tianxian Sect mountain. Leading them were three old monks, who were none other than the Shaolin's previous generation of great monks Du'e, Dujie and Dunan.

They have been living in seclusion in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, practicing the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle. Outsiders thought they had died long ago, but in fact, they were the true hidden strength of Shaolin. This time, the four great monks of the contemporary era were caught in one fell swoop, and they finally couldn't help but come down the mountain to subdue the demons.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, they saw at a glance the huge iron prison standing in front of the mountain gate, and the people from the six major sects inside who were ragged, unkempt, haggard, with gloomy faces and depressed spirits.

“Uncle Master, the people imprisoned in front seem to be Uncle Master Kongjian and others.” A Shaolin disciple said respectfully. He was a disciple of Kongzhi, and contemporary monks such as Kongzhi called Sandu uncle, so this disciple called Sandu uncle, and even the vast majority of people in Shaolin called them that.

“Hurry up and rescue them!” Sandu gave an order, and nearly a thousand Shaolin disciples and lay disciples hurried forward.

When they got closer and saw the scene clearly inside the iron prison, everyone gasped. Everyone inside was naked, with scars all over their bodies caused by unknown reasons. Some of them even looked dazed and stupid. They saw many familiar faces in the crowd.

The only thing that made them feel fortunate was that there didn't seem to be any body of a Shaolin disciple inside.

In fact, not only were there no bodies of Shaolin disciples, there were no bodies of disciples from other sects either, because those people were killed and then resurrected by Chen Mo using the [Shen Zhao Jing].

The resurrected people started to seek revenge, so in just a few days, almost half of the people there came back to life. The place had already become a real Shura field with no humanity at all!

"Kongwen!" Du'e looked at Kongwen who seemed a little confused, and couldn't help but frown and shouted.

Hearing someone calling him, Kong Wen finally came back to his senses. After seeing Du'e, he was startled and said incoherently, "Master, why are you here?"

These days, everyone in the iron prison was trying their best to protect their chrysanthemums and how to grab more food in the next feeding, so they had no time to think about others coming to save them. As a result, when Kong Wen saw Du'e now, he did not realize why the other party came for a moment.

Sandu's face turned pale and he snorted coldly, but he still told the story again. Kong Wen then remembered his position. However, he looked at himself and then at the other people in the iron prison, and couldn't help showing an ugly look on his face: How can I go out now? How will my uncle and others look at me? How will the people of the world look at me?

Thinking about what had happened before and what he might encounter after getting out, he finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

(End of this chapter)