Urban: I have a new identity every week

The monks who were still alive no longer wanted to fight, and they all looked for opportunities to escape.

But just as it flew up, several gangbows that were as thick as a baby's arm roared and shot it right through.

Therefore, this group of people had no chance to escape at all.

Half an hour later, everything was over, and there were corpses all over the ground in front of the gate of the Lotus Temple and in the courtyard.

Some were from the Embroidery Guards, some were from the Tenglong Army, and more were monks from the Lotus Temple.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and even the blue bricks on the ground were stained blood red.

"I would like to report to the national teacher that none of the monks in Lianhua escaped, and all of them have been killed here."

The commander looked at the voice on the roof, knelt down on one knee, and said loudly.

He was full of excitement.

After all, in the past, scholars, Buddhists, and Taoists were masters when they were doing great work.

But now, Su Xun led them to kill the scholars first, and now they also destroyed the Buddhist leader Lianhua Temple.

It really made him feel refreshed, and he was also full of admiration and reverence for Su Xun.

"Clean the battlefield, there is still one person alive."

Su Xun said lightly.

"Is there anyone else?" The commander was taken aback.

However, Su Xun didn't explain, stepped out with one step, and disappeared in place.

Immediately afterwards, a huge sword glow slashed on a stupa on the back mountain of the Lotus Temple.

"Lotus Temple Martial Saint!"

The commander reacted instantly.

The pagoda was cut off by Su Xun's sword.

"Who is presumptuous in the Lotus Temple!"

With an angry shout, a figure flew out from the ruins of the pagoda.

This person is not bald, with long messy gray hair, tattered cassock on his body, thin, deep-set eyes but exuding brilliance.

He is the ancestor of the Lotus Temple, a martial saint who has lived for more than 400 years.

The reason why he is closed to death is because he will burp his fart in a few decades, so he wants to try to see if he can break through.

After entering the Martial Saint Realm, one has a lifespan of 500 years, and every time one breaks through a small stage, it will increase by 100 years.

So at the peak of the Martial Saint Realm, you can live at least 900 years.

But in the realm of martial saints, every breakthrough is as difficult as reaching the sky. For example, the Patriarch Lianhua has entered the realm of martial saints for hundreds of years, but he is still stuck in the early stage, making it difficult to advance.

"I specifically called you out, just to tell you that the Lotus Temple is over."

Su Xun looked at Patriarch Lianhua and said calmly.

Smelling the faint blood in the air, Patriarch Lianhua stared at Su Xun with red eyes.

"Who did it!"

"What do you think?" Su Xun smiled, and the words fell, his figure turned into a stream of light and shot away, and punched out: "Anyway, I will definitely die if I force my way out, so why not let me see the martial arts before I die?" The strength is good."

"Shuzi is arrogant!"

Patriarch Lianhua flew into a rage, his true energy was berserk, and he directly punched him.

Being forced out of the customs, he will die soon, so before he dies, he wants to avenge the Lotus Temple.

"boom!"

The fists of the two collided in the air, and the collision of true energy and divine power erupted into an air explosion, and the remaining power spread around, several big trees collapsed directly, and the houses in the two halls were directly blown away.

"Martial Saint powerhouse, so terrifying."

Looking at this scene, the four royal priests, the commander of the embroidered clothes guard, the commander of the Tenglong army and others all looked pale.

Just Yu Wei can make them feel palpitations.

Although there is only a big difference between the realm of the master and the realm of the martial saint, it is like the difference between a god and a mortal, which cannot be overcome.

"Wu Sheng!"

Patriarch Lianhua also showed horror in his eyes. What happened to him during these years of retreat?

Why is there such a young martial saint in the world?

"Wu Sheng? What a fart!"

Su Xun smiled arrogantly, all the fear when he first entered this world disappeared in an instant.

Because he had just fought against each other, he had already tried out the strength of Wu Sheng.

Not as good as myself, and far inferior to myself.

It seems that I still overestimated the force value of this world.

No, to be precise, this world is already very strong, because warriors are running everywhere.

But who made him a god?

Meeting him is the most desperate thing for warriors in this world.

"You are useless, so you can die."

Su Xun looked at Patriarch Lianhua with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Ignorant junior, today the Buddha will let you know that there is a difference between martial saints and martial saints!"

Patriarch Lianhua was furious and took the initiative to attack.

Su Xun was not afraid, and went directly to meet him.

"Boom!" "Boom! Boom!"

The two fought against each other in the void, and the surrounding houses and trees collapsed, and the range continued to expand.

The Xiuyiwei and Tenglong Army on the mountain kept retreating to prevent the remaining power from affecting themselves.

"This god, I grant you death."

A voice resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the mighty divine might swallowed everything in the world like a sea wave, making everyone on Lianhua Mountain kneel down involuntarily.

A giant sword appeared behind Su Xun, pointing directly at the sky, as if it wanted to split the whole world.

Knowing that the highest force in the world is not his opponent, Su Xun didn't bother to pretend.

He is a god emperor, no need for a vest.

Patriarch Lianhua's face was pale.

Martial saint middle stage?Or late?peak?

He guessed Su Xun's strength over and over again in his heart, and he was already desperate.

"boom!"

The giant sword fell.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 394

The giant sword fell, the Lotus Temple collapsed, and the flying smoke and dust flooded the entire Lotus Mountain, blocking everyone's sight.

After a full minute, the smoke and dust enveloped began to dissipate.

The Lotus Temple, which used to have pavilions, high walls and bright tiles, has long been turned into ruins, and countless green pines and green bamboos have disappeared.

As for Patriarch Lianhua, he is no longer visible, maybe buried in a corner of the ruins, maybe there is not even scum left.

Only Su Xun came slowly from the ruins, with a calm face and a spotless white robe, like a god-man.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene.

A martial saint who has been famous for hundreds of years, died like this?

How strong is the national teacher?

A ridiculous idea rose in everyone's mind:

Could it be that he is really a god?

They all know that from today onwards, the word Su Xun has been resounded throughout the three kingdoms of the world, and its reputation has shaken one side for generations.

"Go to the door."

It wasn't until Su Xunfeng's calm voice rang in their ears that everyone recovered from the shock.

Only then did he realize that he was still kneeling on the ground.

He was forced to kneel down by Su Xun's momentum during the battle just now.

But no one felt ashamed.

Because there is no shame in submitting to the strong.

The mighty army rode their horses and galloped on the official road, their momentum was three points stronger than before they set off.

Guizhen Temple is located in the north of Lianhua Temple. Starting from Lianhua Temple, it takes a day to march quickly.

...............

At the same time, scholars from all over the country wrote blood letters accusing Su Xun of his crimes, demanding that the emperor order Su Xun to be beheaded.

The written blood book was sent to the capital in person by representatives elected by the county towns.

There are hundreds of these scholars gathered.

When they did this, they wanted to use the name of the world's scholars to force Zheng Kun into the palace.

Don't talk about Dagan who has a high status as a literati.

Even in Dayan, which is dominated by warriors, and Daqi, which is controlled by civil and military forces, this is a pressure that no emperor can bear.

No one in power dares to offend the world's scholars at the same time, otherwise the country will surely fall into chaos.

Because behind these scholars there are countless aristocrats and gentry, and every family has warriors. Even if there are no martial saints and half-step martial saints, there will never be fewer grandmasters.

The royal family is supported by these powerful gentry. If these people do things, the imperial rule will be in jeopardy.

This is a head-on struggle between the world's literati and imperial power.

It is impossible for literati to regress, so it is only the imperial power that regresses.

According to the descriptions of these literati, Su Xun has become a monster who harms the country and the people, bewitches His Majesty, prostitutes and messes with the harem, and eats human flesh every meal.

But these smears have no effect among the people.

Because there are more and more Nine Heavens God Temples among the people, Su Xun has more and more believers.

Of course, these believers will not believe in the nonsense of literati, they only believe in gods and gods.

...............

Return to the true view.

The main hall was full of elders from Guizhen Temple, and the head of the sect was sitting at the head, holding a letter in his hand at this time, with a dignified expression.

"Brother Sect Leader, why did you ask us to come here?"

"Could it be related to Su Xun? Didn't we finish the discussion yesterday? He will definitely die in the Lotus Temple."

"That's right, there is a martial sage in retreat in the Lotus Temple. Even if Su Xun took advantage in the early stage, but in the later stage, the martial sage forced his way out in order to preserve the inheritance, and Su Xun would definitely die."

"Maybe Su Xun's body is cold now..."

Looking at the people below who were discussing and relaxed, the leader sighed, and said in a deep voice: "Our people near the Lotus Temple have just sent news that the Lotus Temple has been destroyed, and the ancestor of the Lotus Flower has died. Su Xun is leading an army to I came from Guizhenguan, and I will arrive tomorrow morning."

"…………"

In an instant, the hall, which was bustling just now, became eerily quiet.