"Bang!"

The old monk with white eyebrows was shaken so hard that his two-meter-high body flew backwards. There was a raging fire in his body, which burned his internal organs and gave him a burning and severe pain.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" The white-browed old monk stood still, shocked in his heart. Tang Jie was clearly using a golden bell. He had seen it more than once, but why was there such a change that he didn't understand?

laugh!

Just when he stood still, a cold light flashed away!

This was the opportunity that Tang Jie was waiting for. He took a step forward, and the iron sword at his waist was unsheathed again, like a thin silver-white silk thread, drawing a graceful arc.

The white-browed old monk tried his best to use his body skills to avoid it, but the burning pain coming from his internal organs made his movements slow down. At this moment, he fell into a certain death situation.

"Pfft!"

The sword light cut through the white-browed old monk's abdomen, and the white-browed old monk's upper body and lower body suddenly separated silently.

Plop!

The white-browed old monk's body was broken into two parts and fell softly to the ground.

"Phew...win!"

The white-browed old monk was cut into two pieces with one knife. Tang Jie also let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his face. This white-browed old monk was the most difficult opponent he had ever encountered. Fortunately, his red sun and golden bell

The cover must be hard enough, otherwise the golden bell cover in the tenth level may not be able to withstand the heavy blow of the white-browed old monk.

"Donor...donor, are you also a Buddhist?"

Then a voice sounded not far away, it was an old monk with white eyebrows. His body was chopped into two pieces, but he was not dead yet.

At this time, the white-browed old monk returned to normal, with a relieved smile on his old face, and he seemed not to feel the pain of the wound at all.

"Hmm..." Tang Jie nodded slightly, "I can be considered a half-disciple of Buddhism. My father and uncle are disciples of Master Zhiqing of Qingshan Temple."

As for the old monk with white eyebrows, Tang Jie admired him very much for his strong martial arts. He was also very curious about the old monk with white eyebrows and was willing to have a conversation with him before he died.

"It turns out that they are... from the lineage of Senior Brother Zhiqing!" The white-browed old monk was a little surprised when he heard this.

"This old monk's name is Zhitian...are he from the same sect as Master Zhiqing?" Tang Jie was moved when he heard this. The white-browed old monk had said before that his dharma name was Zhitian. The two are really related!

"How is Senior Brother Zhiqing doing now?" The white-browed old monk asked quickly. He once left the Shaolin Temple and went to Tantric Buddhism as an exchange student, but he didn't want that to be the last time they met.

"Master Zhiqing enjoyed his old age peacefully and passed away." Tang Jie replied.

The white-browed old monk smiled bitterly and nodded: "With his character, he doesn't fight or grab, and he doesn't like to fight or kill. It's not like a poor monk who can't cultivate enough to let go of the hatred in his heart."

The white-browed old monk Zhitian and Zhiqing were once the same sect, but later the white-browed old monk went to Tantric Buddhism to practice martial arts, and the relationship between the two was quite good.

"Why...you become like this?" Tang Jie asked with a frown. It seems that the white-browed old monk is really a member of Buddhism, and he is also a high monk, but why did he become like a demon?

"Because... I brewed tea with the demon's heart to surpass my own limits." The white-browed old monk said with a hint of shame on his face, "When the Shaolin Temple was destroyed, I was thinking about revenge, but my talent was limited. In his later years,

The progress was getting slower and slower, and I happened to get the heart of a demon at that time, so I made tea with it... and gradually became possessed by the devil."

"The heart of a demon... still has such a function?" Tang Jie was stunned, and he thought of various sects, and even the Great Xia Dynasty, which encouraged the hunting of demons and the recycling of their bodies.

This is not only because of the danger of the demon, but also because of the demon's heart!

The demon's heart is, to a certain extent, a panacea that can make dull warriors and even immortal cultivators advance by leaps and bounds and possess inhuman powers, but it obviously also has side effects.

For example, the previous Blood Cloud Thief and even the white-browed old monk all became like this because they drank the tea brewed from the demon's heart. Although they would gain strength, they would also become half-human and half-demon!

There may even be many demons who were originally humans!

"I don't know anything about this matter. I guess not many people know about it." Tang Jie secretly said that the officials of the Great Xia Dynasty and even those cultivating sects have deliberately blocked the news, otherwise they would know that the demon has such a heart.

I don't know what kind of trouble it will cause.

The white-browed old monk sighed: "Everything in the world is caused by various causes and consequences, and the retribution is not good. The poor monk made tea with the heart of the demon, and gradually became possessed. He even wanted to feed on the human heart. Otherwise, he would feel uncomfortable, restless, and unbearable. Today's

The result is retribution for the poor monk."

Tang Jie was a little silent when he heard that. The reason why the Blood Cloud Thieves massacred innocent people was because they were instructed by the old monk with white eyebrows. They would trade the living human hearts with the old monk in exchange for the demon hearts.

of tea to enhance your own strength.

This is a bit shocking. The white-browed old monk in front of me was originally an enlightened monk, but he was possessed by a demon and became like a demon himself!

"About the extermination of the Shaolin Temple...Master, have you experienced this?" Tang Jie said with a thought in his heart.

Shaolin Temple was once a martial arts master and a sacred place for Buddhism, but then it was wiped out overnight. Master Zhiqing kept silent about his two apprentices until he passed away.

"Of course I have experienced it..." A trace of hatred and fear appeared in the eyes of the white-browed old monk, "That day, the poor monk returned from studying Tantric Buddhism and returned to the Shaolin Temple. In the evening, a person came to the Shaolin Temple."

"That man was so powerful and frightening that he would attack even if he disagreed with me. His actions were ruthless and ruthless. He killed the abbot, the elder who passed on the power, and my senior fellow apprentices, uncles, and junior fellow disciples... The whole sky was filled with blood.

All stained red!" The white-browed old monk gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred, "I ran away in fear... I escaped with my life, and the poor monk vowed to take revenge... But until his later years, his skill progress became slower and slower, and there was no revenge at all.

hope!"

Tang Jie was horrified when he heard this. He could imagine the scene of rivers of blood flowing by that time. The Shaolin Temple, which was once known as the holy land of martial arts in its heyday, was all killed, young and old, elders and disciples!

The white-browed old monk wanted to take revenge on the man who massacred Shaolin, so he pursued power wholeheartedly, and eventually became a demon, and ended up with such a miserable end.

"Who is that person? Is he an immortal cultivator?" Tang Jie couldn't help but ask, ordinary people can't destroy Shaolin, he must be an immortal cultivator, and not just any ordinary cultivator!

However, the white-browed old monk denied Tang Jie's guess. He shook his head: "The man who destroyed Shaolin... was not a cultivator, but a warrior!"

"A warrior? A warrior who can single-handedly destroy thousands of masters from the Shaolin Temple?" Tang Jie felt a huge wave of panic in his heart. Originally, when he heard Du Jue and Tang Tianhao talking about this, he vaguely guessed that the immortal cultivator might have been destroyed.

Shaolin.

However, the old monk with white eyebrows denied this speculation.

"That is a warrior who is so powerful that it is unbelievable, as if he is not a human being!"

There was fear and yearning in the eyes of the white-browed old monk. What he feared was that person's power, and what he yearned for was that person's power!
Chapter completed!