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

"The Great Art of Dissolving Power?!"

"An evil technique that can neutralize a person's power?!"

They reasoned that since this wicked monk could kill the Starry Sky Old Monster, he could naturally also obtain his secret manual, "The Great Art of Dissolving Power".

If you can get it, then you can learn it.

Worthy!

The idea spread like a plague among these people, and everyone panicked.

For those in the martial arts world, the true qi they painstakingly cultivate is the foundation of their existence.

If all one's true energy is dissipated, one becomes a useless cripple, unable to even kill a chicken...

OK!

I can't even imagine it!!

The next second, they saw Fang Hong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly find strength from somewhere.

He suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it hard against the top of his head!

puff!

A muffled thud, and red and white splattered everywhere.

This once infamous "Ghost Hand" has left the stage in such a tragic way!

at the same time.

The battle on Wanwan's side has also ended.

The Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes in her hands drew two tragic arcs, and two heads filled with astonishment and resentment shot into the sky!

It landed precisely in front of the trembling elite group, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

His unseeing eyes were fixed on them.

Some timid people were so frightened by this scene that their legs trembled.

Now, they are all filled with endless regret.

Why be so foolish as to get involved in this mess?

Why can't you resist the temptation of the reward?

"Or... should we fight them?! There are so many of us here, they might not be a match for us."

As the saying goes... even two fists can't beat four hands!

From the crowd, a trembling voice made a suggestion, trying to muster its last bit of courage.

"Are you an idiot? Go to hell!"

Immediately, someone nearby shouted angrily, "Didn't you see that the evil monk destroyed the 'Mountain-Splitting Axe' with a single finger?"

"Didn't you see that demoness could directly neutralize a person's internal energy?"

"Didn't you see that witch kill Master Tu and Master Jiao like she was chopping vegetables?!"

"spell?"

"What are you going to use to fight this? Your head?!"

"Then, what should we do?"

"Split up...run away!"

Before he could finish speaking, several people flashed by, pushing their lightness skills to the limit, and fled desperately into the depths of the dense forest!

Just as those people rushed out less than ten feet...

Whoosh whoosh! !

Several sharp finger strikes shot out, arriving faster than expected and piercing the back of the heads of those people with perfect accuracy!

The person who fled instantly fell silent!

This scene completely shattered the psychological defenses of the remaining hundreds of elite soldiers.

Chapter 93 The White-Clad Swordsman

Pfft!

Pfft! !

Pfft! ! !

Like wheat that had been cut down, a large portion of the dark crowd instantly knelt down, with the sounds of kowtowing and wailing for mercy rising and falling.

"Master, spare us! Master! We are all law-abiding citizens!"

"Yes, Master!"

"We were all lured here by those old dogs; we have no intention of being your enemy!"

"Please, Master, have mercy and just let us go!"

"I have an 80-year-old mother and a three-year-old child to support at home, Master!"

"If you spare our lives, we promise to turn over a new leaf and never do evil again!"

Hearing their pleas for mercy, Chen Mo clasped his hands together and asked softly, "You won't come out to do evil anymore?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Absolutely not, we swear!"

When everyone heard that Chen Mo seemed willing to spare them, they immediately nodded in agreement.

"From this day forward, we will cultivate our minds and nurture our character, living as eternal lamps and ancient Buddhas!"

"Do one good deed every day, like helping elderly people cross the street!"

"..."

Chen Mo nodded slightly, "Don't worry, everyone. Once I take you to see the Buddha, you will naturally have no chance to do evil."

"A one-time solution, excellent, excellent."

what? !

Are they still going to kill us?!

The hope on everyone's faces froze instantly. Were they just playing us like dogs?

"You damned monk, you wicked fiend, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

I'll haunt you even as a ghost!

"Just wait, the forces behind us will definitely not let you get away with this!"

"Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will not escape death!"

"We'll be waiting for you in hell! Someone will avenge us!!"

"Let's fight this wicked monk to the death! Even if it kills us, we'll tear off a piece of his flesh!"

Since there is no hope of escape, the desperate beast will bare its last fangs.

Amidst roars and curses, the remaining people, like trapped beasts, had their last remaining ferocity fully unleashed.

With bloodshot eyes and brandishing their weapons, they charged at Chen Mo and his group, fighting to the death.

However, the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great to be bridged by mere ferocity.

Upon seeing this, Mu Wanqing frowned slightly, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes.

These people are all 'moving power' to her.

If she could absorb all the power of these people, her Northern Darkness True Qi would reach an unprecedentedly terrifying level.

Perhaps... we can even use this to break through to the mysterious Grandmaster realm!

Just then.

A man dressed in white slowly emerged from the depths of the jungle.

He was tall and straight, with a cold and stern face, and a long sword with its sheath on his back.

Its body constantly exudes a chilling aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Those who knelt and begged for mercy saw someone appear, like drowning people grasping at a last straw.

They all cried out to the man in white.

"Hero! Hero, save us! This wicked monk is insane and wants to kill us all!"

"Great hero! I am the leader of the Qingyang Gang. If you save my life, I will offer you ten thousand taels of gold with both hands!"

"Great hero! I have a daughter at home, sixteen years old, who is willing to be given to you as your servant, in order to save our lives!"

"..."

People kept offering their chips.

But the man in white seemed not to hear the cries and screams around him.

His gaze was like two cold sword blades, locking directly onto Chen Mo.

"Monk?"

He spoke, his voice concise and cold.

"Amitabha."

Chen Mo put his hands together and said, "This is completely a misunderstanding by friends in the martial arts world, just a rumor."

“This humble monk has always been compassionate and can hardly be associated with the word ‘demon’.”

The people kneeling on the ground couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths when they heard Chen Mo's words.

Still compassionate?

They were just thinking of sending all of them here to see Buddha.