I, Wudang’s Shepherd, Signed In For 50 Years

But the bodies of Demon Lord and Moying suddenly stayed.

It seems that an invisible wall has been created out of thin air in front of him.

"This... is the realm?"

Demon Lord clutched the invisible wall desperately with both hands, his eyes widened.

He finally realized what this invisible wall meant.

"Legend, there are still three great realms on Grade 1 Great Grandmaster."

"But before entering the three great realms, there is still one small realm. "

"It's called a realm."

"For the cast field, the realm he is in is the absolute overlord."

"Being in The person in it is an ant to that person."

Demon Lord lowered his head, trembling and talking to himself.

After a few words, he is like a heartless man who has lost his soul.

The four demons who survived looked at the Demon Lord with bewilderment.

They have never set foot in Grade 1 warriors, and they do not understand what the so-called domain means.

But they knew that the eighteen-year-old boy in front of them was definitely much stronger than the Demon Lord.

"No, we finally got rid of Devil Subduing Tower."

"After sacrificing so many brothers, how can we die in such a ghost place willingly!"

One of the ghosts roared.

He was unwilling to write on his face.

He even turned his head frantically and glared at Lin Chuan.

"Ah!"

He finally couldn't stand the torture in his heart, and moved towards Lin Chuan like crazy and rushed over.

"Oh."

Lin Chuan sighed slightly.

The strength of the domain made him feel a burst of emptiness.

Even a Grade 1 warrior will become an ant with no resistance in his field.

This kind of invincibility without challenge is really uninteresting.

Just like a human being trampled to death an insect, how could it be possible to give birth to compassion?

"It's over."

Lin Chuan spit out three words lightly.

He didn't see any movement, he just opened his glasses slightly.

Whether it is the Demon Lord, or the demon that roars at him, it turns into blood mist and floats in the air in an instant.

The night wind is bleak.

Brought up a few dead leaves, making the night even more chilly.

Accompanied by the hurried footsteps, the sound became clearer.

The abbot and each Sect Elder led Wudang Sect dísciple to the scene.

At this moment, apart from the twenty guards dísciple who died tragically, what they saw before them was only five pools of blood on the ground.

Of course, the broken Devil Subduing Tower still allows them to figure out the whole sequence of events.

But no one knows who the Wutan blood belongs to.

"During this time, Wudang Sect has repeatedly appeared weird conditions."

"This is a big omen!"

Lin Xiao sighed.

A series of recent signs enveloped Wudang Sect dísciple's heart.

Even common disciple can detect something wrong.

How can the abbot of a faction not understand.

"Devil Subduing Tower is definitely not simple."

"This matter needs to be discussed with Senior Yin."

"And seal Shan is no help, please contact Shaolin Temple as soon as possible and come up with an effective countermeasure."

Chapter 21 Quarrel Conference

It's been another half month. .

At the request of Wudang Sect, Shaolin Temple sent some powerhouses to Wudang Mountain to discuss how to deal with Demon Sect.

Although Wudang Sect has already sent someone to convey the news of Demon Sect return in a swirl of dust to various sects.

But few Sect are willing to believe the truth.

The ostrich mentality has long been ingrained in various sects.

The 30 years of peace in the Central Plains has wiped out the fighting spirit of many warriors.

But Shaolin Temple, the mainstay of martial arts, is willing to believe in Wudang.

Because of this, the abbot of Shaolin left absolute power in Shaolin Temple.

Grade 1 warriors including the abbot are stationed in Shaolin Temple.

For fear of Demon Sect sneak attack.

Regarding this, although Wudang Sect has complaints, he thinks that Shaolin Temple is not sincere enough.

It is just to send some Elder and some young dísciples to discuss such a major event.

Doesn't pay much attention to Demon Sect at all.

For the abbot and Sect Elder, Shaolin Temple is willing to send someone to discuss at this time, which has already given Wudang Sect enough face.

After all, Wudang Sect today is not as prosperous as it was in the past.

There is only one class 1 warrior in the gate, who is still a hermit.

The abbot under the door has stayed in Grade 2 for many years, and each Sect Elder can only use Grade 3 warriors to fill the front.

Compared to Shaolin Temple, it is far worse.

"I heard that Wudang Wang Che was a good seedling, but he died tragically by the hand of the Demon Sect spy."

"I feel sorry for Your sect too!"

Talking about the authenticity of Elder Lin.

In this area, let alone the dísciple of the Yuanzi generation, the thirteen generations after the Yuanzi generation are basically dead.

Thirty years ago, in the battle, the only remaining Qing and Jing generations above the true character generation were only a dozen people left.

The current abbot of Shaolin Temple is the Jingzi generation, with the name Jingyuan.

"Many thanks Your sect."

"Wang Che's death was deliberately done by Demon Sect."

"This account, I Wudang will ask Demon Sect back sooner or later!"

The abbot coldly said.

To this day, Wudang Sect does not know the cause of Wang Che's death.

The only Lin Chuan who knows the truth does not say that Wudang Sect can only know the truth through Demon Sect.

But that's all for the future.

At least so far, Wudang Sect counts Wang Che's death on Demon Sect.

It is also one of the means to encourage dísciple cultivation.

"A few days ago, Your sect sent people to Shaolin Temple twice to mention Demon Sect."

"My faction has paid attention to it."

"But in the absence of evidence, even if I sent to lobby other Sects, it is extremely difficult."

"If Wudang really has evidence to prove that Demon Sect invaded Wudang Mountain, you have to take it out. Let me wait and see!"

The true nature looked at the abbot with a serious expression.

Maybe he said that this remark is not malicious.

But in the environment where various sects suspect Wudang Sect for lying about the military, the truthfulness also questioned Wudang Sect.

This makes Wudang dísciple very uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?"

"Is it possible that Demon Sect invades Wudang Sect? Will my school speak ridiculously the world?"

"I originally thought that Shaolin Temple is a matter of fact. Didn't expect is the same as the Second-Rate Sect of Wulin. They are both self-deceiving people!"

Lin Xiao sniffed.

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere that was originally just a little dissatisfied was immediately disturbed.

Shaolin Temple dísciple also jumped up and accused Wudang.

For a while, the discussion turned into a quarrel.

If it weren't for the abbot to stop him, I'm afraid the two factions would have fought long ago.

When the two factions are in trouble.

Wudang Mountain's feet are clean.

However, when Lin Chuan only wants to be alone, the old fogey, Yin Huaiyu, always appears out of season.

"senior."

"Shaolin dísciple has come."

"But the matter is still not resolved."

" Can't you think of a solution when you are old?"

Yin Huaiyu looked miserable.

Lin Chuan in front of him is closing his eyes and frowning.

Originally, I just went to see if the heretical path of the devils was really pressed under the Devil Subduing Tower.

I didn't expect something really happened to him.

He also wondered if he went out that day without reading the almanac.

After all these things, I thought I was fine.

Anyway, the Demon Lord and the Demon Shadow are not dead.

The abbot and each Sect Elder must think that the Demon Lord has escaped from Wudang Mountain.

But he forgot Yin Huaiyu, a human spirit.

This old fogey was associated with Lin Chuan at that time.

So I bothered him for several days.

Finally, Lin Chuan really couldn't help but told Yin Huaiyu the truth.

didn't expect this old man not only didn't appreciate him, but because Shaolin Temple asked to see the evidence, everyday all came to bother him.