The roaring artillery fire, collapsed pavilions, pagodas and sculptures, from a distance, look like a flower of destruction blooming in the dark night before dawn.
Those ancient buildings, the legends that were once talked about by people, all seemed fragile and vulnerable before this devastating attack.
Some figures rose and fell in the roaring gunfire, frantically escaping from the collapsing and destroyed Buddhist pure land.
And in the secret passage deep underground in the Shaolin Temple, Shaolin Abbot Tianming heard the faint sound of gunfire and stopped.
"Earlier!"
"How come it's so early?" Tianming had a lot on his mind at the moment.
His face couldn't help but become very ugly.
The world is like a hunting ground. When he targets his prey, some people also regard him as the prey.
The violent shaking in the secret passage made Tianming's expression even more ugly.
If he had followed the originally agreed time and waited for the bombardment of the mountain gate, he would have already led a group of subordinates to escape from Shaoshi Mountain.
However, the advance of the bombardment caused the structure in the secret passage to become unstable.
The constant falling sand and gravel and the occasionally broken beams and columns gave Tianming a very bad premonition.
My feet couldn't help but speed up a lot.
Under his orders, the entire escape team, which was not a large one, was divided into groups of two, taking turns to clear the way ahead. When encountering broken stones and wooden beams blocking the way, they would violently push them away and break them.
Outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, a large number of Shaolin monks could not help but tremble at their feet.
Under the bombardment of the panic-like artillery fire, even those accomplished monks felt the fragility of mortals like ants.
In fact, a peerless warrior like Wu Xiang, who is almost at the top of the martial arts world and has pushed the Golden Bell to the thirty-sixth level, cannot withstand the ground-washing attack of artillery fire.
Being able to resist artillery is not the same concept as being able to resist many rounds of artillery.
"He...he...he...!" A monk pointed at Cao Zhe, as if he wanted to say something, but his tongue didn't obey him at all.
However, the group of monks were slowly retreating, because the area covered by the artillery fire was slightly expanding...or those who spread the artillery array between the foot of the mountain and the surrounding mountains did not want to leave too many fish that could slip through the net. , and then perform 'last strike' in this way.
"Why are you still standing there?"
"Retreat quickly and run for your lives!" Cao Zhe shouted, waking up the crowd.
The monks, big and small, suddenly realized.
Except for a few monks who ran away for a few steps, then suddenly turned around and ran towards the temple covered by artillery fire, most of the monks followed Cao Zhe's instructions and began to scatter in all directions and retreat wildly.
Seeing the monks running for their lives, Cao Zhe let out a long breath.
Although the Shaolin Temple was bombed into ruins in this battle, and many monks inevitably died in it, he had already managed to save it to the greatest extent.
These monks scattered in the world are natural evidence.
Only the buildings of Shaolin were destroyed, not the entire sect. Hope and fire remain, and the truth will be spread.
The Bald Head Society's conspiracy, if not completely eliminated, was at least half destroyed.
Cao Zhe was about to leave together, but was blocked.
"They can leave, but you can't!" Xin Yuan stopped Cao Zhe. At this moment, this old monk who didn't look like a kind man at first looked even more like an evil ghost under the light and shadow of the artillery fire.
Cao Zhe quickly distanced himself from him, and then said: "Old monk, it makes no sense. Could it be that I set off these fireworks?"
"Whoever violates your agreement, don't you just go to them?"
Xinyuan said: "If they are looking for you, you... deserve to die!"
After saying that, he slapped a palm towards Cao Zhe. The strong palm force blocked Cao Zhe again and he had no way to escape.
"careful!"
"I'll help you!" A group of sharp-eyed monks discovered the conflict between Cao Zhe and Xin Yuan.
The stick monks holding rattan sticks formed a stick formation and quickly moved toward Xin Yuan to surround him.
Although Cao Zhe did not explain all the causes and consequences, the monks were not all fools.
Seeing is believing, isn't it still clear who is sincerely helping them and who is secretly harboring ulterior motives?
"Just you?" Xin Yuan grabbed a rattan stick and used one hundred and eight crazy magic wand techniques.
The sticks were full of shadows, and these monks who had escaped from the disaster did not escape the disaster this time.
When Xin Yuan violently drew the stick, these stick monks, who were far inferior to Xin Yuan in terms of strength and internal strength, died one after another with cracked heads and bones.
Several Shaolin monks of unknown generation also gathered around Xin Yuan.
One of them turned around and said to Cao Zhe: "Jun Bao, nephew! You are a good boy... We have misunderstood you and made it difficult for you. You leave quickly, this old devil... I will stop you .”
"stop?"
"Only you...what can you do to stop me?" Xin Yuan held up the rattan stick full of plasma and smiled ferociously.
Then he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, killing those unknown monks.
These great monks all know one or two Shaolin stunts, but the worst they can do in the world are second-rate players.
However, Old Monk Xin Yuan is the most senior elder in Shaolin. Although he specializes in a few stunts and does not dabble in them too much, he is somewhat familiar with other stunts in Shaolin.
He knew very clearly the weaknesses and flaws in the methods of these great monks.
Therefore, once you take over, it is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
No matter how brave those great monks are, they are no match for them.
Cao Zhe did not retreat as instructed, but kept beating the drums and playing in the outfield.
Using branches and trees as hidden weapons, he used the cloud-pushing hand to interfere with the monk Xin Yuan.
It just doesn't work well.
The opponent is protected by the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu, and the Vajra Gang Qi flowing throughout the body is round and thick, and ordinary means cannot even break through the defense.
You have to have an internal force of more than a dozen years to carry out a strong attack, and it is possible to break away the protective energy and damage the internal organs.
Or there may be a magic weapon that can cut iron like clay to assist in the attack.
Just at this difficult time, among the collapsed ruins of Shaolin, Monk Jueyuan jumped out with two boxes of scriptures in his hands.
Cao Zhe was originally wondering why Monk Jueyuan didn't leave the temple and stay away from the bombardment, but it turned out that this bookworm was actually trying to save the scriptures.
As for whether Cao Zhe was worried about Jue Yuan being in danger, it didn't matter much.
In addition to time constraints and no chance to inform Jue Yuan, it was also because Cao Zhe was aware of how profound Yuan's inner strength was.
With such deep internal strength as a guarantee, as long as he wasn't unlucky and was hit directly in the head by a cannonball, it was just the aftermath of the explosion that would not hurt Jueyuan.
Jue Yuan flew out and happened to see a group of monks and Cao Zhe besieging Xin Yuan.
"Master Jueyuan! Come and help, this old devil has gone crazy, and he is one of the causes of the Shaolin catastrophe." Cao Zhe had no time to explain, so he could only shout first.
Jue Yuan didn't hesitate. He carefully put down the box in his hand, then flew over and slapped Xin Yuan with his palm.
Although this palm does not contain any subtle moves, the key lies in the amazing internal power it releases.
The internal strength value of up to eighty-four is the highest Cao Zhe has ever seen, and it is ten points higher than Xin Yuan.
