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Chapter 233 You are dead, even Buddha can’t stop you
Immediately afterwards, a red lotus slowly rose and stopped at the end of the suspension bridge.

There is also a monk sitting cross-legged in the red lotus, with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together.

"How dare you offend the gods? Mother Wusheng will not let you off easily!"

"It's the White Lotus Sect again." Shen Lang frowned. "It seems that you, a bunch of lecherous monks, are members of the White Lotus Sect, trafficking women and committing atrocities."

"I am Master Kongkong. Please tell me your name!" said Master Kongkong in the red lotus in a cold voice.

Shen Lang said calmly: "Since you want to know, I will tell you. I am Shen Lang."

"Do it!" Master Kongkong shouted.

Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound, and then more than ten monks appeared like ghosts, each holding a spear and a broadsword in their hands.

He rushed over without saying a word.

Shen Lang knocked down the two leaders with a punch and grabbed a long knife.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword swung everywhere, and a powerful sword energy instantly penetrated the edge. Immediately, three people fell backwards and died on the spot.

"Shaojun, hide behind me." Shen Lang protected Aunt Thirteen behind him.

Thirteenth Aunt saw the remaining monks rushing towards her again, and they were coming with great momentum.

In the light of the fire, these evil monks looked like fierce ghosts.

She was so frightened that her body started shaking, but she didn't dare to scream for fear of disturbing Shen Lang.

In the blink of an eye, the two men rushed to Shen Lang again. Shen Lang swung his knife casually, and the two men fell to the ground with blood splattered.

The remaining monks seemed unafraid of death and continued to rush forward.

The long sword in Shen Lang's hand flashed brightly in the firelight, and he slashed three times in a row as fast as lightning across the night sky.

Only three screams were heard, and then three enemies fell to the ground with their heads raised, dying on the spot.

This thrilling scene fell into Aunt Thirteen's eyes, and her beautiful eyes suddenly shone with a strange light.

The haze in my heart just now seemed to be completely dispelled at this moment, disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Suddenly, two sharp spears shot out from the side, aiming straight at Shen Lang's vital points.

Thirteenth Aunt was so frightened that she screamed, "Shen Lang, be careful!"

But Shen Lang seemed unaware of it and just casually swung the long sword in his hand twice.

In an instant, two muffled sounds were heard, and the two men who attacked with spears were killed before they could even utter a cry.

"Humph, you do have some skills!"

A cold snort came from within the red lotus, and then Master Kongkong suddenly soared into the air and pounced towards Shen Lang as fast as a flying bird.

Shen Lang slashed out casually.

In an instant, a dazzling white knife light, so bright that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes, suddenly flashed across, as if to tear through the darkness before one's eyes.

With earth-shaking and overwhelming momentum, he struck towards Master Kong Kong.

Faced with such a swift, fierce and sudden attack, Master Kongkong felt his brain go blank and his body seemed to be under a spell, leaving him no time to move or react at all.

He didn't even have the chance to let out a muffled groan. His whole body was like a fragile piece of thin paper. Under Shen Lang's shocking knife, he was cut in half without any resistance.

In an instant, scarlet, boiling blood gushed out like a flood bursting through a dam, splashing everywhere like a bloody rain pouring down.

Spots of blood splattered on the ground, quickly dyeing the ground a shocking dark red.

If he hadn't been afraid that Master Kongkong would be scared away, he would have cut all these lewd monks in half.

Aunt Thirteen, who was standing by, and the other lewd monks who had luckily survived, were all dumbfounded when they saw this scene. They all opened their mouths wide, their eyes wide open, and their faces were filled with disbelief and horror.

They could never have imagined that Master Kongkong, who was fine the moment before, would meet such a miserable end in the blink of an eye - being chopped in half by a single knife!

The entire venue fell into deathly silence.

Everyone present seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear, and no one dared to move easily.

They just stood there quietly, their mouths wide open, unable to squeeze out even half a word from their dry throats.

Everyone stood there blankly as if under a spell, even their breathing became cautious for fear of making any sound.

It even makes people feel that time has completely frozen at this moment.

However, this suffocating silence did not last long.

Suddenly, a woman in an iron cage screamed, "Ah!"

The scream woke the monks from a nightmare.

One of them suddenly shouted hysterically at the top of his voice: "Run! Run!"

This sharp and piercing scream was like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky, instantly tearing apart the originally solemn and oppressive atmosphere, and at the same time awakening the other monks who were still immersed in fear.

The monks, having regained their consciousness, immediately began to flee in panic and disarray like a group of frightened birds and beasts.

Some of them panicked and bumped into each other; others were so scared that their legs and feet went weak, and they fell to the ground before struggling to get up and continue running.

The whole scene was in chaos and mess.

Shen Lang snorted coldly, his face gloomy as he said, "Want to run? Do you think you can get away? You are a bunch of evildoers who have committed all kinds of crimes. If God doesn't take you away, then I will take care of you!"

After saying that, he swung his arm violently, and a powerful force suddenly burst out.

"Qiang!"

With a crisp sound, the long sword in his hand instantly shattered into countless tiny pieces.

Then he swung out with both palms, and the palm wind was whistling. The fragments immediately shot towards the fleeing group of lewd monks like a meteor shower.

Each fragment contained an incomparably sharp zhenqi, powerful enough to easily take a person's life. A series of dull "puff" sounds were heard continuously, and before the lecherous monks could even think about what was happening, they fell to the ground with screams, and there was no movement anymore.

Thirteenth Aunt's heart was beating like a drum, and she nervously covered her mouth tightly with her hands, as if she was afraid that she would scream accidentally.

Her beautiful big eyes were wide open, she didn't dare to blink, her gaze was fixed on Shen Lang in front of her.

"What are you still standing there for?" Shen Lang suddenly turned around and looked at her, pointing at the camera next to him, "Get ready to take pictures, this is important evidence!"

Shen Lang's words brought Thirteenth Aunt back to reality. As if waking from a dream, she quickly responded, "Okay, I'll try. It's just that the light here is so dim, I'm not sure if I can take a clear photo."

I rushed here from Foshan, and with so many things happening, it’s impossible that I didn’t take any pictures.

As she spoke, she moved quickly, taking the camera out of her backpack with nimble hands and feet and setting it up steadily.

However, because the light here was too dim, it was difficult for her to operate alone, so she asked Shen Lang to help.

"Pong!"

A muffled sound was heard, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up.

The already terrified women in the cage let out another sharp and piercing scream in unison.

Thirteenth Aunt took a deep breath to calm herself down, then said to Shen Lang, "I think it's safer to take a few more pictures. It would be terrible if we only take one and the result is not good."

After working like this for a while, Shen Lang saw that it was almost done, so he went to rescue the poor women trapped in the cages.

The women who regained their freedom were extremely excited and gathered around to express their heartfelt gratitude.

"Thank you very much for your help, sir. If it weren't for you, we don't know how much torture and suffering we would have endured." One of the women said with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you for your help, sir. I am very grateful. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you for saving my life." Another woman followed up.

Another woman even knelt down to pay her respects to Shen Lang on the spot: "Sir, your kindness is so great that it is like reborn as a parent. Please accept my humble respect."

Facing the women's voices of thanks, Shen Lang waved his hand calmly and said, "We can discuss these polite words later. Right now, I want to ask you, is there anyone from Sichuan? You have a sister named Tieyan at home."

After hearing Shen Lang's question, the women present shook their heads in response.

One of the women timidly replied, "Sir, I am not from Sichuan."

Another woman followed suit, "Me neither."

At this moment, a woman in the crowd suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly said, "I heard that several girls were sent to Southeast Asia last month. Maybe one of them was from Sichuan."

Shen Lang frowned slightly upon hearing this and waved his hand, saying, "Well, if that's the case, let's leave first. Remember, stay close behind me and don't run around randomly."

These women had already been frightened by the various horrific experiences they had experienced before, and now they were like frightened birds, following Shen Lang closely.

Just as Shen Lang led everyone out of the cave, they were unexpectedly bumped into two lewd monks.

The two guys were walking leisurely, but suddenly they saw such a large group of people appear in front of them, and they were both shocked.

One of them shouted in astonishment, "Oh my! Why are they all running out at once?"

The other person's reaction was quite quick. He raised his voice and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Help! Someone is causing trouble!"

Done.

The two men hurriedly turned around and pretended to run away.

However, just as they were about to start, Shen Lang flashed like a ghost and was in front of them in the blink of an eye.

Then, he stretched out his arms and slapped out with both palms, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.

"Boom!"

Two deep sounds were heard.

The two lewd monks were like fallen leaves swept by a strong wind. They were knocked back without any resistance.

After their bodies drew an arc in the air, they rolled heavily to the ground in an extremely embarrassing posture, raising a large amount of dust.

Bleeding from all orifices.

Dead as hell.

Faced with these unscrupulous human traffickers who sold innocent people to Southeast Asia to make huge profits, Shen Lang showed no mercy.

Every move he made was ruthless and deadly. Anyone who encountered him would die instantly.

Just as they were about to leave the temple, seven or eight monks suddenly appeared in front of them and blocked their way.

The leader was an old monk who was over 70 years old. He looked solemn and dignified, with his hands clasped together, chanting the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, I am the abbot of this temple. May I ask why you, the benefactor, would come to my Nengren Temple and start a massacre, wantonly destroying the peace of this sacred Buddhist place?"

Hearing the old monk's question, Shen Lang stopped.

He asked, "Are you the host here?"

The old monk nodded and replied calmly, "It is me."

"You are dead today. Even Buddha can't stop you. That's what I said." Shen Lang swung his sword, and the sword energy rolled towards the enemy like a furious tide, with momentum like a rainbow.

next moment.

A line of blood appeared on the waists of these monks.

And the blood line is getting thicker and thicker.

Before the monks understood what was happening, their bodies were slowly torn apart from the waist.

The upper body fell forward, the lower body fell backward, and blood suddenly splattered out from the middle.

In the blink of an eye, the abbot and the seven or eight monks around him were split into two.

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(End of this chapter)