When the wine-fighting monk learned from Song Xing that Zhang Sanfeng also suspected that the source of the strange objects came from meteorites, he praised: "Zhang Sanfeng is worthy of being the founder of the Wudang Sect. His martial arts skills are among the best in the world."
"According to my investigation, Yang Lianzhenjia was also aware of the evil spirit on the meteorite, and was even the first to come into contact with the evil spirit on the meteorite."
"For his own selfish desires, Yang Lianzhenjia surrendered to the evil consciousness and became its lackey. After that, he founded the Nanyan Sect outside of Tibetan Sect and supported Taoist Baishu as an agent on the surface, while he hid in the dark and collected more information. There are many meteorites, trying to awaken the evil spirits sleeping in the meteorites."
Hearing this, Song Xing couldn't help but said: "Master, can I understand that the fallen meteorite had the devil's consciousness attached to it. As the meteorite shattered, the devil's consciousness also split into countless pieces. The opportunity evolved into a strange thing."
"And what Yang Liazhenjia wants to do is to collect all the weird objects and meteorites and resurrect the evil spirits?"
The wine-fighting monk nodded: "It can be understood that way. Yang Lian Zhenjia has been hiding in Tibet these years, but it has indeed made him a climate. The destruction of the Shaolin Temple shows that he is no longer willing to stay dormant."
Song Xing was speechless when he heard this. In the world of martial arts, why did strange things appear first, and now evil spirits appear? Is this still the original world?
The wine-fighting monk continued: "I know you have doubts in your heart. Since I have told you so much, I will definitely give you an answer. It's a pity that the demon monk has clean hands and feet. I have been chasing him for thirty years and still have no clues."
Song Xing pondered for a moment and said: "Since the master said that they can no longer hold back, why not change the idea. As long as you have what he is bound to get in hand, you don't have to worry about him not coming to you."
"Change your thinking?" Doujiu Monk was stunned.
Song Xing said: "Since he wants to find treacherous objects and meteorites, as long as the master has these two things in his hands, he will come to you without having to go to him."
The wine-fighting monk slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, why didn't I think of that?"
Then he sat there cross-legged, thinking about how to attract Yang Lian Zhenjia.
"I have a few things here that can be used as bait to lure out Yang Lian Zhenjia." Song Xing said.
"Oh, what is it?"
"Master should have heard the rumors about the Dragon Slaying Sword and the Heavenly Sword."
The wine-fighting monk reacted very quickly: "Could it be that these two weapons are actually strange objects?"
Song Xing nodded: "If my guess is correct, the dragon-slaying knife is the first strange thing born in this world. If Yang Lianzhenjia wants to restore the consciousness of the evil demon, he will definitely get these two weapons."
"And the Yitian Sword is now in the Zixiao Palace of Wudang Mountain."
Song Xing didn't say anything. Even without the Yitian Sword, given the existence of the huge meteorite under the Zixiao Palace, Yang Lian Zhenjia would probably come to Wudang.
The wine-fighting monk thought for a while and felt that what Song Xing said made sense: "Wudang has Zhang Sanfeng in charge. If the Nanyan Sect wants to win Wudang, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. However, Shaolin has learned from the past, so we can't be careless."
Song Xing said at this time: "Master, why don't you come back to Wudang with me? Although the master is superb in martial arts, he can't beat four hands with two fists. Master Zhang has also noticed the crisis of strange things in recent years. I believe that the two of you can work together to eradicate it." The threat of strange things."
Doujiu Monk is also a decisive character, and finally decided to follow Song Xing to Wudang Mountain.
When Song Xing knew that the danger of Shaolin's temple being destroyed was not accidental, but was caused by Yang Lian Zhenjia behind the scenes, he had already begun to worry about Wudang.
But they are often afraid of what will come. When they are halfway, they hear bad news from people in the world.
After the Shaolin temple was destroyed, a large number of people of unknown origin attacked Wudang Mountain.
Wudang Master Zhang simply showed off his power and wiped out all the invading enemies. However, the entire Wudang Mountain was trapped by sudden strange things. The people inside were trapped and could not get out at all, and people outside could not get in.
Song Xing frowned when he heard this and said to the wine-fighting monk: "Master, we are trapped in Wudang Mountain and the situation is very bad. I'm afraid Master Zhang won't be able to escape unscathed. You and I should rush over to the rescue as soon as possible."
So the three of them worked hard and arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain in just three days.
Looking up, the originally beautiful Wudang Mountain was now shrouded in a gray cloud. In the distance, dark shadows could be seen faintly shaking inside.
Song Xing and Doujiu Monk looked at each other with solemn expressions.
Wudang Mountain was sealed in the clouds and mist. Song Xing guessed that maybe the meteorite suppressed under the Zixiao Palace was awakened by some means, and became a new strange object.
Just like the Shaolin Temple, the door was destroyed from within by a strange thing.
It's just that Zhang Sanfeng's strength should be far beyond Nanyan Sect's expectations, which is why the current situation has occurred.
"Boy, I'll go in and take a look first. You wait for my order before going in." The wine-fighting monk ordered.
After saying that, he jumped towards the clouds and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After the wine-fighting monk entered, the clouds and mist rolled in, and there was a faint sound of fighting inside. Song Xing stood aside and watched the battle.
Suddenly, a cold breath came from behind, making Song Xing's hair stand on end.
He quickly turned around and drew out his sword to block it. There was a clang, sparks flashed, and the sound of gold and iron rang out.
Song Xing quickly retreated, and then he saw clearly that the person who attacked him turned out to be a strange man covered in black robes, with only two blood-red eyes exposed.
The strange man failed to hit the target, but seemed to feel the difficulty. He jumped into the clouds and disappeared.
Song Xing's face changed slightly. The guy he had just fought with was no weaker than those top-notch masters. He was obviously not an ordinary warrior.
Are these monsters the men of Yang Liazhenjia, or were they created by him himself?
The words of Doujiu Monk kept flashing in his mind, and Song Xing began to speculate on the origins of these monsters.
He carefully recalled the information Doujiu Monk once said about Yang Lian Zhenjia. This person was hidden behind the scenes, and even Zhang Sanfeng could not detect any information about him, which showed that he was cruel and forbearing.
But now, he seems to have exceeded the limits of human beings and has begun to destroy mountains and families without restraint.
As he got closer to the gray mist, a large number of monsters appeared and began to sneak attack him.
Violent energy fluctuations swept around, causing the mountains and forests to collapse and earth and rocks to scatter.
But these monsters could not stop Song Xing's steps. No monster could block his strike from Yan Ling's sword.
Song Xing just held Zhang Wuji's hand and walked step by step into the gray fog.
The entire battlefield fell into deathly silence, and the clouds and fog in Wudang Mountain gradually dispersed, revealing a destroyed scene.
Song Xing took a deep breath. He needed to find Doujiu Monk and Zhang Sanfeng as soon as possible to jointly resist the next challenge.
After passing through layers of clouds and fog, we finally arrived at the highest peak of Wudang Mountain, where the Zixiao Palace stands.
It is said that Zhang Sanfeng achieved enlightenment on this mountain peak, so he called Zixiao Palace the ancestral palace of Wudang Mountain.
At this moment, the Wudang Sect was full of ruins and smoke, and it was obvious that they had suffered a fierce battle.
Song Xing led Zhang Wuji up the gravel steps to the top of Wudang Mountain step by step, and finally saw a familiar figure.
It was an old man with white hair and beard, and his clothes were stained with blood. He was Zhang Sanfeng.
