"Crazy." Fang Xianzhi couldn't ask any more, so he threw Cheng Kun into the compound.

Yang Xiao and others turned their heads and saw him right away.

"God has eyes! Ming Zun blesses!!!" Yang Xiao's emotions changed immediately when he saw this old man and laughed fiercely. "Cheng Kun, Cheng Kun, you are still in our hands!"

Everyone in the Ming Cult hated Cheng Kun to the core, so they were about to rush up and smash him into pieces. This rush would definitely cut Cheng Kun into pieces.

"Don't be impatient!" Fang Xian strides in front of Cheng Kun and says, "It's not too late for him to tell him what he says!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng and nodded.

Zhang Sanfeng felt relieved again. Tian Boguang was still responsible for his actions. Although everyone was already red in his eyes, he still knew that he had kept Cheng Kun's life to explain the matter. He had blamed him wrongly before.

"Cheng Kun, things have come to this point, I hope you will regret it." Zhang Sanfeng's tone was unquestionable. "Otherwise, if you are so sinful, the eighteenth level hell will not tolerate you!"

When Yang Xiao and others saw Zhang Sanfeng say this, they also smiled grimly. Obviously, Zhang Sanfeng was not soft-hearted this time, and Cheng Kun was dead.

But when he saw Cheng Kun suddenly changed his expression, from his half-dead appearance just now to a stern face.

"Amitabha, Yuan Zhen has been practicing Buddhism for decades, and has seen through life and death." He looked at Kong Wen and nodded firmly. "Master Fang Fang, you have recreated Yuan Zhen. Even if they torture me, I will not lie to you at all."

"Good..." Kong heard these words, his heart finally let go. It was only more comfortable to be righteous and benevolent than to fall into the name of a foolish abbot who was blinded. "The Buddha said, I will not go to hell. Who will go to hell? Although Shaolin is dead today, your state of mind is still pious before death. The Buddha's path has just begun to be achieved. I think it is a blessing."

"Good..." Cheng Kun also closed his eyes and looked pious.

However, even Zhang Sanfeng could not hold back this scene.

"Chongwen! As the abbot of Shaolin, how could you be so unreasonable?" Zhang Sanfeng was furious and stood up. "If I wanted to destroy Shaolin, how could I let these words be abolished here? You just don't want to be guilty of believing in others, don't want to be the hat of being a foolish leader, and just hold on. It is important to know that Shaolin's century-old foundation is something you can only compare with your reputation?"

Kong Wen's heart is ferocious.

What Zhang Sanfeng said is right. If you want to destroy Shaolin, why bother to do this?

But now that things have come to this point, he would rather believe that the truth is true. Otherwise, everyone will die in vain and he will become the god of sins for all ages.

Thinking of this, I heard the mind tide. I only sat down and recited the scriptures without paying attention to external objects.

"You are ashamed of the Patriarch Bodhidharma!!! I am ashamed of you!!!"

At this time, Sandu also woke up one by one and saw this scene. Du E only shouted: "Zhang Sanfeng has entered the demonic path, and what he has just played is the magic of demons. Everyone was bewitched by the demonic path. Quickly put down the butcher's knife and listen to the monk chanting the scriptures!"

Yang Xiao was angry or laughing, and only said sarcastically: "I, Yang Xiao, think I am not a gentleman. But at this time, even I can't stand it anymore. Several old monks, Zhenren Zhang saved you again and again, but what are you thinking in your mind? It's useless to make Zhenren's efforts, I feel heartbroken for Zhenren, I feel heartbroken!"

Du Er said: "Good, Yang Zuozeng was bewitched. At this time, he could only hope that the Buddha would appear."

After saying that, the three monks spoke again and sat down to continue chanting the scriptures.

Yang Xiao's pupils turned cold and he looked at Zhang Sanfeng: "Real person, in my opinion, the Buddhist teachings of these monks are not pure at all, they are just some false disciples. If you cherish the foundation of Shaolin, we can send all the classics here to Shaolin, Putian, Fujian, and it is useless to stay here."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed silently, hesitated for a while, but still shook his head: "The monks were just confused by their blood and blood for a while. We will no longer kill. In less than a few days, they will understand."

"But..." Yang Xiao clenched his fists hard. "Whether you understand or not, this revenge has been formed. Real person... Don't blame me for being rude. When you are there, they naturally dare not do anything, but if you will become a Taoist and become an immortal one day..."

"There are many fortunes and disasters, and there should be natural things. Justice and people's hearts. Wudang has a clear conscience and is naturally fearless." Zhang Sanfeng waved his arm and said, "These monks must not harm them again. As for Yuanzhen, he has no intention to look for the Buddha and cannot be regarded as a Shaolin monk. You should do whatever you want."

After hearing this, Yang Xiao stopped persuading him, but turned around and walked towards Cheng Kun step by step.

"Whoever has an enemy with Cheng Kun will draw out his weapons!"

It was crackling, and dozens of knives were pulled out for a moment.

Even Zhang Sanfeng snatched it with the Tai Chi sword.

"Real person...you..." Yang Xiao was stunned. "Your nature is also like to have a knife."

"Hmph." Zhang Sanfeng smiled sideways and said, "There are Cheng Kun's attempts to kill my grandson three times and put him on the brink of life and death three times; it also caused me, Wudang junior, to go astray and try to harm me; and in addition, the death of Cuishan back then has something to do with him, so I wish I could kill him soon!!!"

Yang Xiao laughed sadly: "Hahahaha! Real person, you also have seven emotions and six desires!"

Zhang Sanfeng said: "That's natural, I'm not a monk? If I'm completely gone, I'm an immortal, not a human."

"Okay!!" Yang Xiao shouted, "Brothers, let's let Zhenren Zhang take the first blow! Then backup according to the level, age, cut me down with one knife! Don't take the life gate directly, you need to keep it for the brothers behind!"

"good!!"

Zhang Sanfeng passed by in just two steps, and the Tai Chi sword gently lit up Cheng Kun's head.

Then, he frowned and returned to his position.

"It's over?" Yang Xiao was stunned again.

"It's over." Zhang Sanfeng thought.

"Okay! Here is Master Zhang!"

Zhang Wuji waved his hand and looked at Xie Xun: "I have already avenged my adoptive father's revenge, so let it go, please."

"Okay!" Yang Xiao had been waiting for a long time, and was so hungry that he rushed over. He held the Holy Fire Order. With just a wave, he cut off a large piece of flesh from Cheng Kun's arm. "First step. Fan Yao!"

"The second time, I won't regret it!"

"Third time, for myself!"

After three blows, Cheng Kun's arms were already boned and his left chest was also exposed.

"Good..." Kong Wen saw Yang Xiao so bloodthirsty, and his heart became more convinced of their view of being bewitched.

Cheng Kun did not struggle at all, as if he was about to become a Buddha.

The more he did this, the more Yang Xiao hated him.

So, the Ming Cult rushes forward, and the scene is extremely bloody.

Fang Xian turned to Zhang Sanfeng and asked, "Old man just now?"

"Just just exploring the internal force..." Zhang Sanfeng frowned and thought, "He was actually calm and unconfused at all. Logically speaking, at such a dead end, there would be some traces."

"I'm afraid this person's heart is already dead." Fang Xian sighed. "He is a dead person, so he regards human life as a mustard."

"You little friend, have you found Miss Hatsune?"

Fang Xian shook his head helplessly: "I have asked Brother Diao to search everywhere, there is no news yet."

Zhang Sanfeng looked up at the stars, and silently calculated the gossip chart in his heart. He pinched his fingers for a while.

"Not good!" Zhang Sanfeng said with a tight look and asked hurriedly: "My friend, who else knows what we are here today?"

Fang Xian was panicked when he saw Zhang Sanfeng. He immediately panicked: "I think about it... Does Song Qingshu know?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head: "I asked him and Yuanqiao to station in Wudang, but they didn't know about this."

Fang Xian thought: "My friends are all from another plane..., so they will not reveal it. The Ming Cult secretly sneaked into the Central Plains and would not explode their whereabouts."

At this moment, Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying rushed over quickly.

"Brother Tian...not good..." Linghu Chong covered his chest, "I feel a strange feeling."

"So too." Ren Yingying looked anxious.

"What's the meaning?!"

"I can't explain it clearly..." Linghu Chong scratched his head and said, "It seems... it seems like I have to leave, leave immediately, I shouldn't exist here."

"Don't exist?" Fang Xian thought in shock, and looked at Murong Fu and Lin Pingzhi who were also from other planes. They stood there all the time, but nothing was wrong.

"It seems...it seems to be going to cause a paradox..." Linghu Chong held his head tightly, feeling indescribable pain.

The word paradox comes out of Linghu Chong's mouth, how inconsistent it is...

Fang Xian trembled all over and remembered various paradoxes.

Among them, there are countless people who travel through time and space. Professor Hawking, who is disabled and strong in his will, once proposed a paradox of "mad scientist" -

Suppose a scientist has a time machine. If he wants to figure out the true meaning of time travel, he creates a scene by himself. He takes out a gun, puts a bullet, and then uses the time machine to go back 1 minute ago and kills himself.

If he successfully killed himself a minute ago, then he had already died before the bullet was put on. Who would have killed himself?

Based on this, Hawking's theory is that this thing will not happen. Although it is difficult to understand, it just won't happen.

Natural laws, supreme laws, etc. can prevent the occurrence of paradoxes.

"I have to leave, Brother Tian, ​​I have to leave." Linghu Chong's eyes were covered with blood.

"I understand..." Fang Xian sighed in a deep voice, "You must leave, I don't blame you, I will ask you for a drink in the future."

"Linghu should apologize..."

So, Linghu Chong, Ren Yingying and others fled.

"What's the situation?" Zhang Sanfeng frowned.

"Huashan is Huashan, and the real Huashan sect is coming." Fang Xian said to himself, not expecting the real person to understand. The thing in front of him is the paradox in the world of Jin Yong. If there is the same sect in the two eras, both sides cannot meet, and it is even more impossible to kill, otherwise it will cause a bug, that is, a paradox, and this kind of thing cannot happen.

"Huashan?" Zhang Sanfeng calculated silently again, and suddenly became shocked. "No, the bitter plan is not over yet!"

Then he waved his sword and roared: "Stop it! Quickly ignite the fire and burn Shaolin! The Wudang sects obey the orders and send the Shaolin monks down the mountain! Quick! Quick!"

Everyone was stunned. Now that the overall situation was decided, why was Zhang Sanfeng so panicked?

Fang Xian was the first to react, but he didn't have time to do anything, so he just shouted—

"Fuck."!~!
Chapter completed!