Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju, and the others turned pale and were about to pounce on them.

"Don't come any closer!"

Li Qiushui shouted sharply, her five fingers suddenly tightening, causing Tong Lao to have difficulty breathing and her face to turn red.

"Come any closer, and I'll crush her throat right now!"

"You...you bitch...if you've got the guts...let it go...and fight me one-on-one!"

The old woman was being choked and couldn't make a coherent sound; her vision even began to blur.

Everyone present was stunned; the situation, which had seemed to have been settled, had taken another turn.

Upon seeing this, Chen Mo frowned almost imperceptibly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

This idiot is just asking for trouble; he has to go and 'show off' his dancing in front of others for no reason.

He sighed softly, as if with some strange rhythm, instantly drowning out all the noise in the room.

The vast, ocean-like Nirvana True Qi within his body trembled slightly.

hum! !

A low, rumbling sound.

boom!boom!

Tong Lao and Li Qiushui were simultaneously thrown back by a gentle yet immense force, crashing heavily into the ruins.

The two collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their bodies aching and weak.

but.

Their mouths... are still stubborn!

"Cough cough...you...you bitch...you actually..."

While coughing, Tong Lao glared at Li Qiushui not far away, "Using such despicable means... shameless!"

"Pooh!"

Li Qiushui spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "You old hag...you...you dare to call me shameless?"

"Weren't you feeling pretty smug just now?"

"Why... are you lying here like a mangy dog?"

"Who are you calling a mangy dog?!"

The old woman was struck on a sore spot and trembled with anger. "You promiscuous, cheap whore who sleeps with anyone!"

"You old, ugly freak!"

Li Qiushui was going all out, "You're just jealous that I'm prettier and more well-endowed than you!"

"My senior brother would rather paint my portrait than look at you!"

"You fart!"

The old woman screamed, "My junior brother is bewitched by you, you vixen! He loves me the most!"

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! With your virginal appearance, you think your senior brother would love you? You're dreaming!"

The two lay paralyzed in the rubble, barely able to move, yet they continued to hurl insults at each other with the most vicious words they could think of.

The more they cursed, the uglier the words became; the more they cursed, the more agitated they became.

In the end, they struggled to move closer to each other, wanting to get a little closer so they could start hurling insults.

This scene is truly...

Mei, Lan, Zhu, Ju, and the others had already lowered their heads, keeping their eyes down and their minds at rest, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the verbal battle unfolding before them.

The survivors from the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands, including Wu Laoda and An Dongzhu, were ashen-faced and slumped on the ground, not daring to even breathe.

Their fear had reached its peak; they could only await the final judgment.

Some people couldn't withstand the pressure and ended their own lives on the spot.

Chen Mo didn't want to listen to the two arguing, so he walked directly to Mu Wanqing's side and said, "Qing'er, didn't your Senior Brother Su give you a scroll earlier?"

Mu Wanqing was slightly taken aback, then took out an antique scroll from her sleeve.

This was the gift Su Xinghe gave her before she left Leigu Mountain, saying it was an important item left behind by her master, Wuyazi.

She had opened the painting privately once and saw that it depicted a woman of unparalleled beauty, ethereal and otherworldly.

Now that I think about it, isn't the woman in the painting my own martial aunt, Li Qiushui?

No wonder I felt a strange sense of familiarity when I first met them.

Mu Wanqing handed the scroll to Chen Mo. She was a little puzzled as to why her husband suddenly asked her for the scroll.

Chen Mo took the scroll and slowly walked to Tong Lao and Li Qiushui.

"All right."

Its voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that abruptly halted the argument between the two.

He waved the scroll in his hand, "This is a scroll left by Senior Wuyazi before his death. It contains what he wanted to say to you."

"A painting by the junior brother (senior brother)?"

The two looked at each other, staring intently at the scroll in Chen Mo's hand, their breathing becoming rapid involuntarily.

Chen Mo didn't say anything more and handed the scroll directly to Granny Tong and the others.

The two of them simultaneously reached out and unfurled the scroll, gazing intently at the woman in the painting.

for a long time.

A self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on Granny Tong's face. "It's her, not you, and not me!"

"Hahaha!!"

"We lost!"

"We fought and struggled our whole lives, and we both lost!"

At the same time, Li Qiushui's expression was extremely unpleasant.

Although the person in the scroll looks exactly like me, the woman in the painting has a dimple on the corner of her mouth and a mole next to her right eye.

She was distraught and muttered to herself, "It's her! I should have known it was her!"

"I should have realized it was hers the moment that heartless man started carving the jade statue!"

No one understood what they meant except Chen Mo.

Chapter 113 The Stone Wall of Lingjiu Palace

a long time.

Li Qiushui smiled bitterly, said nothing more, staggered to her feet, and walked down the mountain in a daze.

As for where she's going, perhaps even she herself doesn't know.

As the old woman watched her leave, the last glimmer of light in her eyes faded.

She took a deep breath, turned to face the silent Lingjiu Palace members, and said, "From today onwards, my nephew will be the new Venerable Master of Lingjiu Palace."

"In the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments, everyone must serve the new Lord with the same devotion as they would their grandmother."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped looking at anyone, and with faltering steps, walked straight into the depths of Lingjiu Palace.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, but without turning his head, he took out a yellowed and old manual from his pocket and tossed it behind him.

The manual traced an arc and landed precisely in Chen Mo's hands.

On the book cover, eight large characters were written in ancient seal script: "The Supreme Merit of the Eight Desolations and Six Directions".

They then continued deeper into Lingjiu Palace.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on acquiring the ultimate martial art—"Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, I Alone Am Supreme Technique"!]

[Reward: 9000 Martial Arts Points!]

The moment Chen Mo received the manual, he was notified by the system that he had gained another 9000 martial arts points.

The main hall of Lingjiu Palace.

Sitting in her high position, Mu Wanqing felt somewhat uneasy.

This sudden position of esteemed leader was something she found difficult to adapt to in a short time.

Below the main hall, a dense mass of people were kneeling.

The leaders and disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments were all women.

Each of them was quite handsome, but at this moment they all bowed their heads, showing the utmost respect.

As for Wu Laoda, An Dongzhu, and the others, they had long been taken away and imprisoned elsewhere by Mei Lanzhuju and her men.

These fickle people, if kept around, will only cause trouble.

The original power structure of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands is destined to undergo a complete purge.

However, that's a story for another time.

……

……

The rear hall of Lingjiu Palace.

"Your Excellency, Master, Miss Wanwan, this is the place."

Mei Jian led Chen Mo and the others to the garden, where they moved aside a rockery to reveal the entrance to the tunnel.

She held the torch high and led the way, with the four of them filing in.

Along the way, she kept pressing the trigger in her hiding places to prevent the hidden weapons and traps from being activated.

The tunnel twists and turns, spiraling downwards, before suddenly opening up to reveal a huge grotto.