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

Upon hearing this, Wanwan laughed even harder.

The villagers standing nearby were very upset, saying, "Don't drag us into your gods' fight!"

They wanted to leave, but they didn't dare to!

A thought arose in the minds of some villagers: Could it be...?

Are we just another pawn in their game?!

Chapter 77 Drumming Mountain

Seeing this, Shi Feixuan was even more disdainful, and the long sword behind her was instantly drawn. "He really is a demonic monk!"

"Today, I, Shi Feixuan, will act on behalf of Heaven!"

With a flick of her slender hand, Wanwan's Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes appeared in her grasp. "Hmph. Acting on behalf of Heaven?!"

"You Cihang Jingzhai people are really domineering. Just because you think something is right doesn't mean it is right."

"If you want to touch him, first ask if the Heavenly Demon Twin Blades in my hand agree!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than two figures, one in white and one in purple, were already locked in combat.

Shi Feixuan's swordsmanship was ethereal and graceful, carrying a dignified and righteous aura.

Wanwan's movements were unpredictable and her demonic aura stirred up the surrounding air currents.

Boom!!

The sword energy and demonic power collided violently, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that swept outwards.

The first few thatched huts were crushed and instantly shattered, as if by an invisible giant hand.

Thatch and sawdust flew everywhere.

"Ah, this!"

Some villagers looked distressed, but dared not take a step forward.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

Shi Feixuan, who was engaged in battle, noticed the situation and immediately felt embarrassed.

She shifted her sword stance and gracefully retreated, "Witch, dare you go somewhere else?!"

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Wanwan crossed her two swords and laughed coldly.

The purple figure, like smoke and mist, followed closely behind the white rainbow as it sped towards the mountains and forests outside the village.

"The Cihang Sword Manual of Cihang Jingzhai, and the Heavenly Demon Technique of Yin Kui Sect?!"

A glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. If he could acquire these two unique skills, he would definitely gain a lot of martial arts points.

But then he thought again that battles between women were the most troublesome, and he would record them later when he had the chance.

"Qing'er, let's go."

He took Mu Wanqing's hand, used his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and left the village in a few leaps.

The villagers, who were left standing there looking at each other in bewilderment, finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the menacing figures had finally left.

"Those damned bastards!"

"My house!"

The villagers whose houses were destroyed wept bitterly, but there was nothing they could do.

……

……

Several days later, in a secluded mountain stream near Leigu Mountain.

Chen Mo and Mu Wanqing are resting.

With its flowing streams, birdsong, and fragrant flowers, this place is truly a wonderful spot.

suddenly.

Chen Mo raised his head and looked at a certain spot, then said calmly, "Miss Wanwan, now that you're here, there's no need to hide."

"Um?!"

Mu Wanqing sprang up instantly, her hand resting on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She is now a first-class martial artist, yet she didn't notice anyone approaching. Wanwan's cultivation level is unfathomable.

"Giggle..."

Accompanied by a silvery laugh, Wanwan gracefully emerged from behind the tree.

Her purple robe fluttered lightly in the wind. "Little Master's senses are indeed sharp; he was able to detect me."

After a fierce battle with Shi Feixuan, she returned to the village only to find that Chen Mo and the others had already left.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Chen Mo and the others here again.

"Young master, I stood up for you that day, and you just left without even saying goodbye. It's truly disheartening!"

Wanwan feigned grievance and started to move closer to Chen Mo.

Mu Wanqing reacted quickly, stepping in front of Chen Mo and saying coldly, "Miss Wanwan, please have some self-respect."

"Ouch!"

Wanwan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Little sister, why can't you take a joke?"

Chen Mo stood up. "Miss Wanwan, is there something you need?"

"If there's nothing else, I'll say goodbye now."

He said to Wanwan.

"Oh, really?"

Wanwan smiled and asked, "Master, where do you plan to go?"

"Maybe we're going the same way, otherwise why would we meet here?"

"Leigushan".

Chen Mo said calmly.

"Leigu Mountain? What a coincidence! I'm also going to Leigu Mountain. Why don't we go together?"

Wanwan blurted it out instantly.

"what?!"

Mu Wanqing, who was standing to the side, immediately became anxious. "You really have ulterior motives! Have you taken a fancy to my husband?!"

"I'm warning you, Miss Wanwan, keep your little schemes to yourself!"

She glared at Wanwan.

"how can that be possible?"

Wanwan replied with a smile, "Your husband is handsome, but a monk... is not my type."

"Do not worry."

"Hmph, that's for the best!"

Chen Mo ignored them, feeling that he should remain silent at this time.

Otherwise, the flames of war could easily spread to them.

After making inquiries from various sources, Chen Mo and his group arrived at the foot of Leigu Mountain.

After all, Leigushan is not a famous mountain or river, but just an obscure little hill.

The mountaintop wasn't very high, but the vegetation on it was very neatly planted and trimmed, as if someone had specially planted and pruned it.

But now the area in front of the mountain gate is bustling with people, and martial arts practitioners from all walks of life have gathered here.

Among them are disciples from reputable sects, as well as many unorthodox practitioners hiding among them.

I learned from Wanwan that this is why she is here.

This was mainly because the wise and eloquent Mr. Su Xinghe widely issued invitations to heroes from all over the world to solve the "Precious Chess Game".

It is said that whoever can solve this "precious chess puzzle" will receive an incredible opportunity.

Chen Mo nodded. No wonder so many people were gathered here.

However, he also knew that Wuyazi was about to collapse, and wanted to use this method to find a suitable successor to help him clean up his own sect.

His gaze swept across the crowd, most of whom were unfamiliar faces, but he happened to spot an old acquaintance—Murong Fu.

At the same time, Murong Fu also met Chen Mo.

His expression froze for a moment, then he forced a smile, "M-Master, what a coincidence?"

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "It is quite a coincidence. It seems that you and I have a deep connection."

Murong Fu's eyes twitched slightly, and he could only manage a dry laugh, "Master is joking."

His gaze swept over Wanwan, who was standing on the other side of Chen Mo, and he was immediately startled.

That little bald monk has some clever tricks up his sleeve. After not seeing him for a while, he suddenly has another stunningly beautiful woman by his side.

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

An elderly man, dressed in a white robe, short, thin, and about seventy years old, appeared.

His eyes were bright and piercing, seemingly containing great wisdom.

He waved his hand, signaling that the martial arts heroes gathered here could begin their ascent.

Standing next to Murong Fu, Bao Butong spoke up, "Young Master, it's time to go up the mountain."