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Chapter 310 Old Friends
At the top of Tianjue Peak, a bewitching red bloody light shot up into the sky and went straight into the sky. Even if it was a hundred miles away, it could still be seen clearly. This red light was even stronger than the colorful lights on Wudang Peak before. Coquettish, even more shocking.

Suspended in the air, the blood-red mist that occupies the entire sky is like a tunnel linking to another world, and it also seems that an ancient monster is conceived in it, waiting to shatter the void, and the beast will come to the world.

Wen Tao, who was on the mountain opposite to Tianjue Peak, was hit by the aftermath and fell forward fiercely, spitting out a big mouthful of blood, which hung on his lips, showing no sense of beauty at all.

Wen Tao looked back in surprise, his heart sank suddenly.

Just now, when Lu Qianzhong wanted to kill himself and the crazy monk, he used the only high-level illusion scroll in his body in time.

The high-level illusion spell scroll is indeed worthy of being a forbidden curse. Even a person of Lu Qianzhong's level is blinded by the illusion created by the scroll, giving himself a chance to escape, but Wen Tao never expected that the scroll was trapped. Stopping Lu Qianzhong, but it also inspired Lu Qianzhong's fighting spirit. The strength of Zhang Sanfeng in the scroll was almost the same as his body, but he still couldn't stop Lu Qianzhong for too long.

Don't use scrolls to trap people before. Finally, when the scroll time is up, the illusion disappears to reveal Lushan's true face. This time, Lu Qianzhong forcibly broke the illusion created by the scroll with his own powerful strength.

This kind of strength can be called terrifying.

"Ding" suddenly heard the sound of gold and iron clanging, and Wen Tao couldn't help looking towards the edge of the cliff.

The crazy monk grabbed the withered pine on the cliff with one hand, and at the same time cut the iron chain with a dagger.

Seeing this scene, Wen Tao reacted instantly and galloped towards the edge of the cliff. With a shake of his right hand, the real martial sword was in his hand, and he said loudly: "Senior, let me do it."

When the crazy monk heard Wen Tao's voice, he immediately reacted, grabbed Ku Song's hand hard, and his whole body flew up and landed on it like a water bird.

"Cable-breaking style!" Wen Tao was in the air, pointing his real martial arts sword on the ground, and swung towards the iron rope on the edge of the cliff with all his might. Shoot with the iron chain embedded in the intersection of the cliff.

With a ding, the iron chain, which was as thick as an adult's wrist, was as vulnerable as tofu in front of Zhen Qi, and slowly fell down from the cliff.

Wen Tao did not return to the top of the cliff, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, the real martial arts sword suddenly shot out, and was thrown towards the depths of the cliff. Tao tapped his toes, like a falcon going straight to the bottom of the cliff.

"Wen Tao!" The crazy monk roared, his heart sank, he hurried to the edge of the cliff, leaned out, and stared at the bottom of the cliff.

Huh, the crazy monk saw Wentao's movements at the bottom of the cliff, he let out a long sigh of relief, his heart hanging in the air also fell, and he lay limp on the edge of the cliff.

Of course, Wen Tao couldn't throw himself off the cliff. The reason why he threw the real martial arts sword and jumped to the bottom of the cliff was just because he wanted to cut the iron chain more thoroughly.

Ever since he felt that Lu Qianzhong directly broke the illusion created by the scroll, the uneasiness in Wen Tao's heart has not dissipated. With an iron cable hundreds of meters long in his hand, the thousand-meter-high cliff is simply not for Lu Qianzhong. In other words, since the iron chain cannot be cut off from the end of Tianjue Peak, Wen Tao simply cut the iron chain to pieces. Even if it is left to Lu Qianzhong, it is only a short length of 200 meters. Come on, Lu Qianzhong wants to get down from Tianjue Peak, but it will not be so easy, and Wen Tao can also take advantage of this opportunity to attract more people and forces to fight against Lu Qianzhong.

The thrown real martial arts sword cut through the iron chain, while being controlled by Wen Tao, circled in the air, reflected back, and landed on the bottom of Wen Tao's feet.

Wen Tao, who had nowhere to rely on strength in the air, stepped on the real martial arts sword with his toes, and his whole body suddenly rose several feet, and then the sword of Frostmourne in his hand chopped the iron chain that was slowly falling into the opposite cliff into countless iron chains. With a sword in hand, Wen Tao cut off the iron chain and went back to the top of the cliff, looking at the lying mad monk.

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life." A bright smile appeared on Wen Tao's face, and the dignified expression of the crazy monk couldn't help but eased.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple." The crazy monk sighed, and said, "Tianjue Peak can trap him for a while, but it can't trap him forever."

"If we can be trapped for a while, it will finally give us some respite." Wen Tao said, not as pessimistic as the crazy monk thought.

The crazy monk shook his head and said: "I am worried about more than that. Senior Wutuba's body is still in the cave. I don't know if Lu Qianzhong will destroy him. If so, this old man killed Senior Wutuba."

Hearing the crazy monk's words, Wen Tao was in awe, and then he said in relief: "Master, don't worry, Lu Qianzhong is also a martial arts practitioner. He doesn't respect the remains of his predecessors, but he will definitely not destroy them intentionally."

Hearing Wen Tao's comfort, the mad monk's face improved a bit, he nodded, and suddenly slapped his head, shouting: "That's bad!"

"What's wrong?" Wen Tao was taken aback and asked hurriedly.

"Zhubo." The crazy monk stood up abruptly, stared into Wen Tao's eyes, and said anxiously, "Zhubo is still on Tianjue Peak. If Lu Qianzhong got the bamboo and learned the skills above, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to deal with."

I thought it was a big deal, but it turned out to be just bamboos. Wen Tao heaved a sigh of relief, pretended to touch his back, took out a few rolls of bamboos, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, senior, those bambooss have already been stored, Lu Qianzhong is absolutely Can't get it."

The crazy monk glanced at Wen Tao suspiciously, having doubts, but seeing Wen Tao's swearing appearance, he finally chose to believe Wen Tao's words.

"Senior, it's not too late, let's set off quickly, contact all the people with lofty ideals in the rivers and lakes, and join hands to fight against Lu Qianzhong." Wen Tao took the bamboo silk back to the system space, looked at the crazy monk, and walked towards the foot of the mountain first.

The crazy monk nodded, and then said: "Before going down the mountain, let me go to the temple to visit my old friend."

"Old friend?" Wen Tao couldn't help wondering, and asked, "Could it be that there are seniors like you in the temple?"

The crazy monk was noncommittal, just smiled, and walked ahead of Wen Tao, his expression changed, with nostalgia, emotion, and more determination.

Wen Tao frowned, couldn't help scratching his head, and couldn't help wondering who else in Northern Shaolin could be called an old friend of the mad monk.

Master Zhihui, the abbot of Northern Shaolin?Obviously not, the crazy monk is bigger than Kongwen if he doesn't talk about it. Kongwen is now over 70 years old, and Zhihui will never be over [-] years old. When the crazy monk was invincible in the world, Kongwen was just a great monk That's all, Zhihui is probably still drinking milk.

Excluding Zhihui, Wen Tao really can't think of anyone who is worthy of being called the old friend of the crazy monk. Of course, this is also related to his unfamiliarity with Northern Shaolin.

(End of this chapter)