Wuwo didn't say any more words. He picked up the flower finger with his left hand and used the Vajra Subduing Demon Palm with his right hand to attack the two of them.
"Haha..." Bai Haotian laughed loudly, and the long sword on his back flew out instantly, "Old monk, let me show you the Nine Demon Swords that the leader taught me."
Liansheng also drew out his long sword and shouted, "Sword Technique to Exorcise Evil."
Suddenly, sword energy rushed into the sky, and the sound of shattering echoed within a hundred miles. The three of them flew higher and higher, mainly because Wuwo took the initiative to pull them. He knew that if the three of them fought below, the entire Jinshan Temple would be destroyed by the aftermath.
The people of Jinshan Temple were still fighting desperately. They knew that as long as the abbot could get rid of Liansheng and Bai Haotian of the Demon Sect, they would be able to free up their hands, and the crisis of Jinshan Temple would be over. Otherwise, they dared not think about it.
There was an open space not far away, and the aftermath of the fight had flattened the area within a few miles. Several people were surrounding and attacking a two-meter-tall monk. The monk was covered in blood, like a King Kong from hell. Every move he made was with all his strength, shattering the space and roaring continuously.
Unfortunately, no matter how he attacked, he could hardly break through the siege, because those surrounding him were the top fighters of the Demon Cult, the Master of the Xuanwu Hall, the Master of the Suzaku Hall, the second guardian, the fourth guardian, three of them were at the peak of Martial Emperors, and one was at the late stage of Martial Emperors.
If an outsider saw this, he would be so surprised that he would be speechless. The second-ranked Saint Monk on the Earth List had been beaten so badly that he couldn't even stand.
After being besieged by four masters of the same level for half an hour, he was exhausted, his internal organs had begun to break, and blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth.
"Master Wufa, you are already beyond help. I think you should just commit suicide. That way you can keep your body intact."
Unable to spit out a mouthful of blood, "Bah, demon cult monster, sooner or later you will be destroyed."
Ten thousand meters above Jinshan Temple, the space kept twisting. The three people inside kept launching attacks. A Zen staff turned into a golden dragon and kept spitting out golden light to shoot towards the two people, but was directly blocked by the sword energy of two long swords.
Wuwo's heart sank to the bottom as he listened to the shouts and screams of the monks below. He wished he could go down there and kill all the evil cult monsters right now, but as he looked at the two people holding swords in front of him, he gradually began to despair.
Both of them had obviously just broken through to the early stage of Martial Emperor. One of them relied on his strange swordsmanship, and his speed was so fast that even he, who was in the middle stage of Martial Emperor, could hardly see clearly. The other one's swordsmanship was not fast, and was even surprisingly slow, but every move seemed to be able to predict his own movements.
The sword technique was even more upright, as if he was exorcising demons, leaving the host Wuwo speechless, wondering whether he was the demon from the Demon Cult or the other party was the demon from the Demon Cult.
The flying dragon transformed from the Zen staff began to become gradually sluggish, and some cracks appeared on its body, obviously reaching the edge of its limit. The flying dragon let out a long roar towards the sky and emitted a last golden light. His voice was full of sadness, and his body shattered into ashes. Wuwo even vomited blood.
"Wuwo, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death..." Liansheng said in a deep voice and stabbed forward with a sword. This sword did not have any other messy power, but only the purest strength.
Wuwo forced himself to take a breath, a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his whole body appeared solemn. Endless energy from heaven and earth exploded around him and was continuously absorbed into Wuwo's body. He struck out with a palm and suddenly a golden Buddha appeared in the sky.
This is the secret method of Jinshan Temple that is not passed on. "Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Buddha" has always been a method that only the host can practice, and it is a divine level technique.
Although it is extremely powerful, it requires a very high level of cultivation, and almost no one has been able to use it for thousands of years.
Wu Yi was already at the end of his strength. He could only use secret techniques to activate his skills, hoping to kill the two people with one blow, so that Jinshan Temple would have a hope of survival. However, the consequence was that no matter whether he succeeded or not, he would not be able to survive.
Lian Sheng and Bai Haotian could see that Wuwo was going to fight to the death. They shouted, "Sword cuts Yin Yang..."
"Breaking Palm..."
The sky was changing with the wind and clouds, and thunder rumbled in the clear sky. The people fighting below stopped and looked up at the sky. Their intuition told them that an unimaginable fight was taking place there.
Wuwo clasped his hands together with a peaceful look on his face, a long sword inserted in his chest. He slowly sat down cross-legged and slowly fell downwards. The aura on his body gradually faded until it disappeared.
Liansheng and Bai Haotian also looked pale. The consumption just now was indeed too great for them. Bai Haotian was even spitting blood, and there was a palm print on his chest.
"Protector Bai, why?" Liansheng looked at Bai Haotian with a puzzled look.
It turned out that in the fight just now, the two tried their best to use swordsmanship but still failed to block the attack. At the critical moment, Bai Haotian stood in front of Liansheng and endured all the attacks. Liansheng also seized the opportunity to kill Wuwo with one sword.
"No reason. You are still young, and the Demon Cult still has many things that need you to rush to the front. Besides, I am not dead."
Liansheng looked at Bai Haotian deeply, and at this moment it seemed as if he got to know Bai Haotian again.
The people below looked up at the sky and saw a sitting figure falling down with a long sword stuck in his body.
"It's the abbot, how is this possible?" The monks below cried out in grief.
The head monk of the Jintang Hall cried out in grief, "These evil cult monsters killed the abbot of Jinshan Temple and slaughtered the monks of Jinshan Temple. We will fight them to the death. We swear to defend the dignity of Jinshan Temple to the death."
"I will defend the dignity of the Golden Mount Temple until my death."
All the monks of Jinshan Temple shouted loudly, their voices filled with sadness and decisiveness, and rushed towards the members of the Demon Sect fearlessly.
For a moment, they were able to suppress the Demon Cult members, but the strength of the two sides was still too different. Many Demon Cult leaders took action one after another, bullying the weak with their strength, and the screams became less and less.
Half an hour later, there was no sound of shouting and killing in the entire Jinshan Temple. There was no one standing anywhere. The corpses of monks were everywhere in the mountains. The thousand-year-old temple looked like hell.
From the time the Demon Cult began to attack the mountain to the time the entire Jinshan Temple was destroyed, it took less than two hours, and the top force on this continent completely disappeared.
When the Demon Cult attacked the mountain, they deliberately set up a soundproofing formation around the Jinshan Temple, even though the Jinshan Temple was already a river of blood and the shouts of killing were deafening.
But the people at the foot of the mountain could not notice anything at all, they just saw that there was more fog in the direction of Jinshan Temple than usual.
It was not until the Demon Cult retreated and withdrew the formation that the fog gradually dissipated and the strong smell of blood in the air slowly floated out and drifted down the mountain.
"What's going on? Why is there such a strong smell of blood coming from Jinshan Temple..."
"Could it be that someone was killed during a disturbance at Jinshan Temple? There shouldn't be such a strong smell of blood."
"How is that possible? Anyone who dares to cause trouble at Jinshan Temple is asking for trouble. The abbot of Jinshan Temple, Wuwo, is a figure on the Heavenly Ranking."
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