Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 64 Very good, the father and son died in exactly the same way!
Zhu Danchen, one of the four great guards of the Dali Palace, wielded the Judge's Pen and was nicknamed "Pen and Inkstone Man." Seeing Duan Zhengchun and Duan Yu standing there in a daze, he immediately shouted:
"Absurd, evil monk, stop talking nonsense and disturbing others."

The heroes heard another secret, but there was not much surprise on their faces. It was really because bizarre things happened one after another before their eyes, and for a while, they were a little used to it.

The young monk turned his gaze towards Murong Bo:
"Old man, are you planning to kill the monk? If so, you'll have to wait."

Although his tone was calm, it gave people a sense of arrogance:
"The monk's roots were not good, and his aptitude for martial arts was mediocre. Fortunately, he had excellent comprehension. He could understand the methods of exerting force and strength in all martial arts by just looking at them, and then he created his own martial arts."

"At the age of twenty-two, my skills reached an unprecedented and unparalleled level."

"It's just that two hands and one foot are broken. Do you really think that all the monk's skills are in vain?"

"If you don't take action now, I'm afraid that when you die of old age, I will still be able to go to your grave and recite the sutra for the afterlife. By the way, I will open your coffin and scatter your ashes."

As soon as these words came out, before Murong Bo could react, the crowd of onlookers couldn't help but curse in their hearts:
"What a vicious and evil monk!"

In an instant, Murong Bo flew up and appeared in front of the four sisters who were tied up by vines.

"That's fine. To avenge my beloved son's blood, this old man will eventually throw away all his dignity."

The young monk's mind moved slightly, and the vines that bound the four sisters withdrew and came behind him.

Then, the wind force around him spread out like flowing water, and as the wind force continued to move, white butterflies flew out from the cuffs of Ju Jian.

People around took a closer look and saw that it was made of snow-white cardboard. It was so delicate that it looked lifelike at first glance.

The paper butterflies in Ju Jian's wide sleeves seemed endless. They flew out and caused gusts of wind.

Murong Bo, who was about to attack again, became alarmed and stopped flying in the strong wind. He suddenly used a heavy weight and fell to the ground.

But then he saw hundreds of paper butterflies, accompanied by a strong wind, rushing towards Murong Bo.

Thousands of paper butterflies floated in the air with the help of the wind, and were driven by a strong and unrestrained force, becoming extremely sharp, no less than swords and hidden weapons.

Upon seeing this, Murong Bo raised his hands and moved his body. It seemed ordinary, but his defensive posture was so tight and graceful that it could be said that he blocked all the paper plates outside his body.

However, fullness cannot last long, and he was old after all, and it didn't take long for gaps to appear in his body. Two wounds appeared on his back, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

This was like a chain reaction. Within seven or eight breaths, Murong Bo's gray clothes turned into tattered blood-stained clothes.

Thousands of flying saucers suddenly stopped, revealing a gap. Murong Bo didn't have time to think about it. He just felt that this was the only chance to save himself. He flew across the sky, and just when he thought he was about to break away from the encirclement of paper plates, a wooden object suddenly hit him.

He instinctively used his most proficient technique, "The Change of Stars", but he did not expect that as soon as he touched the wooden object, it would explode with a loud bang like a thunderbolt.

"boom!"

The old monk in gray was instantly blown to pieces, deader than dead.

"Very good, the father and son died in exactly the same way!" said the monk with a happy expression.

Just as the crowd of onlookers were feeling astonished, the paper butterfly came like a gust of wind, covering the sky and cutting through the clouds.

They gathered together like a grand formation and scattered like snow in the sky. Before many people could react, they felt a pain in their arms. When they looked down, they found that they were cut by paper butterflies. Blood splattered and soaked their clothes.

Before they knew it, thorny vines appeared like snakes, surrounding and killing nearly two thousand people.

Suddenly, the field was filled with screams and curses. Every moment, someone had their throat cut by a paper plate or was poisoned by the thorns of the vines, gradually turning into a human-shaped hedgehog ball.

As more and more people died, the atmosphere became increasingly depressing, and a feeling of despair with no way to go up to heaven and no way to go down to earth gradually spread.

"Uncle Master, we saw Xu Zhu killing people in Shaoshi Mountain?" A monk with the surname Xu couldn't help but speak up.

Xuan Ji sighed:
"Do you think I can't wait to attack him because I don't want to?"

Another monk from the Xu generation heard this and said doubtfully:
"Even our Arhat formation of five hundred people can't subdue him?"

"Alas, with over a thousand Xingxiu disciples and nearly two thousand martial arts masters, isn't that enough for you to see clearly?"

Xuan Ji clasped his hands together and whispered:

"Our temple has given birth to such a peerless demon, and we are still unable to rid the martial arts world of such evil. I'm afraid Shaolin will no longer be the leader of the righteous world." At the same time, a swordsman covered in blood shouted:
"Capture the thief and the king. Never mind the paper butterflies in the sky and the creepers on the ground. The only way to save ourselves is to deal with that evil monk!"

As soon as he shouted, everyone on the field responded and rushed towards the young monk.

Xiao Yuanshan and his son temporarily cleared away the paper plates and vines around them and reunited with Duan Yu who was protecting Wang Yuyan.

"Brother, judging by the temperament shown by the evil monk, he will not give up until he kills all of us or as long as he is still alive." Duan Yu looked puzzled.

Xiao Yuanshan took the lead and said:

"This evil monk was so cruel as to kill even his own parents. To him, no one in the world is unworthy of death."

"Indeed, I'm afraid he was determined to die from the beginning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked for death first, then cut off his own hands and feet, and then brutally murdered his own parents."

Xiao Feng shook his head, as if wondering how such an evil and demonic monk could exist in the world, and said decisively:
"Now that it's a life-and-death struggle, there's no room for mercy."

"Besides, since he is making the whole world his enemy, we will just keep him company."

"Okay, today I will fight alongside you, big brother." Duan Yu nodded heavily.

"Hahaha, it's time for us two fathers to join forces." Xiao Yuanshan laughed heroically.

"Then let's attack together." Xiao Feng said heroically.

Duan Yu glanced at Wang Yuyan without hesitation, and she returned a reassuring look, then looked deeply at the young monk in the distance who was constantly using paper plates and vines to stop the attacks of the heroes.

Immediately, Xiao Yuanshan moved swiftly and agilely like a ghost, rushing forward. Xiao Feng took a big step forward, which was about ten feet. He jumped into the air and took another big step forward, but he approached the young monk faster than his father.

Duan Yu's steps were ethereal, and he leaped in front of Xiao Feng at a speed that seemed slow but was actually fast. The three of them all started later but arrived first, reaching the young monk earlier than the surrounding people.

Duan Yu used the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" naturally, and with a few "chi" sounds, the sword energy moved in all directions, directly hitting all the major acupuncture points on the young monk's body.

"Interesting, the monks of Tianlong Temple are really obsessed with it, and they actually passed on the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" to you."

As Zhuang Bu Ran spoke, paper plates containing circulating wind energy blocked the sword energy one after another.

Xiao Feng then stepped forward and raised his hand to perform the 'Kang Long You Hui' move. The force of his palm was fierce and powerful, like thunder, making the onlookers feel that it was unstoppable.

Zhuang Bu Ran's whole body of energy shook, and a faint gray energy emerged. A heavy punch surged out, and its power carried the power to corrode the heart meridians and burn the mind, making people feel as if they had fallen into hell and suffered unbearable pain.

Not only Xiao Feng and Duan Yu, but also Xiao Yuanshan who arrived last felt that the sudden rise of fist force, one after another, seemed to carry the evil of the world, like a turbid wave that swallowed up everything.

When the fist force came upon them, they suddenly felt multiple forces including hardness, softness, and cunning, so that the three of them attacked repeatedly, just to eliminate the huge and powerful force that kept surging on them.

The men fought for at least two or three hundred rounds, but the mountains and plains that were previously full of people were now sparsely populated, and most of them had fallen down and turned into corpses.

There were very few who had not fallen, and most of them were covered with wounds. They could only watch as Xiao Feng and the other two fought against the evil monk who was not even human.

"Haha, it turns out that the world-renowned Xiao Feng is no more than this. And the old benefactor Xiao, who fought against many masters thirty years ago, is no longer as strong as before."

Zhuang Bu Ran's body was filled with vigorous energy, and vines and paper plates were swirling and flying, unable to resist Xiao Feng and the other two.

"What surprises me most is Donor Duan. Why do I always feel that you don't look like someone who has accumulated hundreds of years of skills?"

At this moment, a graceful figure suddenly came over, and Mei Jian behind her immediately shouted:

"My Lord, be careful!"

Just as she was about to intercept with her body, a vine pulled Mei Jian and the other three women aside.

With a "puff", a slender hand covered in blood pierced the young monk's chest.

Then there was a burst of crazy and hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, I've finally waited for this, cousin, I've avenged you!"

(End of this chapter)