Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

"Let's go! We old men have been committed to their promises for a lifetime. When we faced Grandmaster Huang Chang, we didn't dare to stand up. This time, we should do something for the Holy Religion." At this moment, Blue Wing Bat King and Bai Mei In the Eagle King's eyes, there seemed to be a raging flame. This kind of flame was incomprehensible to those who later joined the Sun Moon God Cult.

The blue-winged bat king Wei Yixiao left, the white-browed eagle king Yin Tianzheng left, the Wusan people left, the flag owner of the fire flag with the longest grade in the Five Elements Banner also left, and there were many older generations of cultists. Go with them.

There was a blazing fire in their eyes.

Zhu Houzhao didn't stop them. Although Zhu Houzhao could control these people with Soul-moving Dafa if he wanted to, Zhu Houzhao didn't want to.

People with faith are worthy of respect, just like the "Red Army" that Zhu Houzhao saw in textbooks in his previous life, because of faith, almost infinite power can be erupted.

Wei Yixiao and the others could not be used by Zhu Houzhao, but Zhu Houzhao respected their choice.

"The raging holy fire burns my wreckage, what joy in life, no pain in death, pity me, there are many sorrows, pity me, there are many sorrows."

"Burning holy fire, burn my body..."

...

At this moment, they were no longer followers of the Sun Moon God Cult, but followers of the Ming Cult.

A group of blazing fire, from the top of the bright roof to the prairie from the bottom, accompanied by a sonorous and powerful oath, just like the blood of those young people on the bright roof of Mingjiao.

At this moment, Mingjiao is reborn!

The distant Song Dynasty, the imperial palace.

Wearing a Taoist yin-yang robe, an elegant man looked at the starry sky if he felt something.

"Hey," the man slowly pinched his fingers and calculated. After a long time, he sighed leisurely, "The Ming Cult is really going to die this time, and all the grievances are finally gone!"

After that, the aura on the man's body became a bit more mysterious.

That night, dozens of pilgrims rushed down from the top of Guangming Ding, rushed all night, and directly intercepted a group of Shaolin monks on the way.

Before many monks in Southern Shaolin could figure out the situation, they were attacked by these Sun Moon God Sect, no, it should be said that it was a desperate attack by Ming Sect masters.

This isn't a fight, it's a fight.

For people of faith, fighting is extremely terrifying because they are not afraid of death.People who are not afraid of death often dare to give up their defenses, and even die with the opponent.

A warrior of the first-class realm dares to work hard, and may be able to hurt the innate master. If the innate master is not afraid of death, even the innate peak powerhouse will be frightened.

Under the sudden impact, Shaolin suffered heavy losses. Dozens of second-rate monks suffered casualties, seven first-rate monks died, and five were seriously injured. Even one of the eminent monks in the innate realm fell, and three suffered under the sudden attack. A minor injury.

Even Fang Zheng, the master of Yi Jin Jing, was under the joint siege of the White-browed Eagle King and the Blue-winged Bat King.

This battle is extremely tragic, and the world is weeping.

Chapter 0366 The Eighteen Arhats of the Previous Generation

The top of the bright light, Zhu Houzhao and Dongfang Bai stood side by side, in a blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and the two can finally stand together so quietly, without worrying about anything.

"His Royal Highness, I have completed the task," Dongfang Bai said with a slight smile.

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "You have done a good job, the ancestors and the father are very satisfied."

The corners of Dongfang Bai's mouth pursed slightly and said, "Where's Your Highness!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled: "I am naturally more satisfied."

Dongfang Bai smiled, with a bright smile, just like the dawn that was about to rise on that day.

She asked, "Can your Highness solve the problem of the six major factions?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded: "Except Shaolin, the other five sects have no intention of embarrassing the Ming Cult, and they dare not disobey the imperial court. As for Southern Shaolin, hum, a foreign sect dares to make trouble in Daming. He is in chaos every day, and the first thing I want to destroy in the Ming Dynasty is Nan Shaolin. Now my father just lacks a suitable reason."

Dongfang Bai said: "The six major factions will gather at the foot of the Blackwood Cliff in five days. At that time, everything will depend on His Highness's actions."

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth: "Well, it's time for me to go back."

"Your Highness, be careful along the way," Dongfang Bai said, gently taking care of Zhu Hou's white fur cloak.

Zhu Houzhao glanced back at Dongfang Bai, his figure suddenly fell from the top of the bright roof, his figure moved suddenly, and after a few borrowings, it merged with the night and disappeared into the sky.

When Zhu Houzhao returned to the inn, the sun had already risen, Wu Xingyun had already got up, and he had finished washing up.

"Your Highness, are things going well?" Wu Xingyun asked.

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth: "Everything is going well, only five days later, all the factions will gather at Bright Summit to see how I hit Nan Shaolin in the face."

Southern Shaolin is a branch of Northern Shaolin. Strictly speaking, it is like an intelligence network embedded in the Daming Empire by the Song Dynasty.If it weren't for the fact that Da Song and Daming were still on good terms for the time being, and Nan Shaolin's handling of things was smooth, and the little braid was not caught by the imperial court of Daming, Zhu Youxi would have sent someone to destroy Nan Shaolin.

Although there is no reason to destroy the Southern Shaolin, it is necessary to suppress the Southern Shaolin, so that they will be disgraced and their dignity will be lost.

"By the way, the disciples of the Emei faction set off early today, and there are several female disciples who want to knock on the door to invite you to come along!" Wu Xingyun covered his mouth and chuckled.

Zhu Houzhao tickled the corner of his mouth: "How did you send them off?"

"Don't worry, I know that I take care of the overall situation and I didn't do anything to them. It was Mei Lan Zhu Ju who stopped them," Wu Xingyun said.

Zhu Houzhao smiled evilly: "Well done, since the disciples of the Emei faction have already left, it is still early, and the prince has not slept all night! Xingyun, why don't we take a nap?"

...

Under the black wood cliff, the thick clouds are swirling.

In a few days, many disciples of the great sect with swords and swords swarmed from the small town below the mountain, all of them were aggressive and their killing intent was soaring.

The first to arrive were Mr. Tieqin He Taichong and his wife Ban Shuxian from the Kunlun School. The Kunlun School was very close to Heimuya and arrived in a few days; the second one was the five old men of Kongtong School; the third The first one was Ji Xiaofu, the head of the Emei School, with Sanying and Sanxiu; the fourth one was the Yue Buqun couple and his disciples of the Huashan School; the fifth one was Wudang Song Yuanqiao and Tai Chi, who had never set foot in the rivers and lakes. Zhang Wuji, the successor of boxing; the last person to arrive is the Southern Shaolin, which has suffered heavy losses. They have not yet reached the foot of the black wood cliff, but they have already lost their soldiers and lost their generals, and the losses have been considerable.