"Hahaha! Only Shaolin can stop us? It's just a group of thieves who believe in cults. I'll ask you another question, should you surrender or choose to die?"

Atulu was arrogant and did not take Shaolin's thousands of years of background seriously.

Because he is the messenger of God, he has two more wings than humans, and he is born to fly.

At the same time, the Shaolin monks glared and one of them roared: "You evil demons and heretics have actually killed my compatriots and disturbed my Pure Land. Today, you either die or I die. Let's go to the door of my brothers and sisters to destroy the birdman!"

When the monk was angry, he also started to swear, saying that Atulu was just a birdman.

Indeed, Atulu had a pair of wings and said that he was a birdman, there was nothing wrong with it.

But this was touching Atulu's reverse scale.

In his heart, he was noble with these wings. He was a God's messenger and a divine existence. It was incomparable to these monkeys on the ground.

He even hangs in the air when he sleeps at night, demonstrating his nobility.

But I didn't expect that a low-class slave would dare to say that he was a birdman. He was simply intolerable.

"I think you thieves are looking for death."

Atulu was furious and grabbed the spear in her hand, and rushed towards the monk.

The monk made a defensive gesture and covered himself with a golden bell on his head.

But I didn't expect that at this time, the golden bell had not yet been covered, and Atulu's body disappeared from the air in vain. When he appeared, he was already behind the monk.

The monk's golden bell cover was shot before he could even hold it up. His body was scattered with blood. The dignified master of the fifth level of the Lingyuan Realm could not resist Atulu's shot.

And that speed is too fast, right? It flashed in the air and the man disappeared.

The other monks were naturally angry and furious. At this moment, no matter what the other party’s martial arts skills were, they all took action and blasted their palms and boxing techniques towards Atulu.

But Atulu was like a bloody god of war. He held a silver spear and flashed in the air. With only seven or eight moves, all the monks were defeated and their bodies flew backwards.

"The general is mighty! The general is mighty!"

All the Shaolin monks died, and the masters of the god clan released the animals and shouted.

When Atulu heard this cheer, she sneered slightly, then shouted: "Kill me, no one will stay."

At this time, Atulu shouted, and Abbot Xuanming, who was standing at the height of Shaolin, sighed.

When the Shaolin ancestor Daoming was about to go to the capital, he told the Shaolin disciples that at least Lin had no trouble to escape. When I died, I could only block one disaster for Shaolin. The remaining disaster could only depend on your own.

And this is one of the reasons why Shaolin closed the mountain gate after the death of Master Ming and did not interact with the outside world.

Another reason is that Shaolin experienced several fierce battles and too many people died. That’s why the mountain gate was closed.

But no matter what, Shaolin closed the mountain gate just to preserve Shaolin's strength.

However, anyone can imagine that when a person sits at home, disaster will come from heaven.

Shaolin Temple did not call anyone or provoke anyone, but ended up suffering this disaster. The great general Atulu was unstoppable, and the number of soldiers of the god-born clan was large. Xuan Ming thought to himself: Shaolin is over this time, and after this, there will be no more Shaolin in the world!

At this moment, both Abbot Xuanming and the Shaolin disciples felt that Shaolin was over this time. They clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name with their hands, in order to recite the scriptures again, which was also considered as praying once, praying for miracles to happen.

But at this time, where were there reinforcements in Shaolin? Even the Iron Armored Army of the Ming Kingdom was defeated, let alone their mere flesh and blood bodies?

They could only watch the silver spears dropped down, and the Shaolin monks suffered heavy casualties.

The gods are so terrible, they are born stronger than humans.

They are born without physical training and enter the stage of Qi training directly. However, they practice Qi much slower than humans. Although they become masters of the Yuanqi realm after adulthood, many people from the gods will stay here for a long time.

Another point is that the defense of the gods is very weak.

They have never experienced body refining and blood coagulation. They are not much better than ordinary people inside and outside. Therefore, even warriors in the Yuanqi realm can easily be killed by warriors in the coagulation stage if they fight on the ground.

But the warriors of the God-born clan are not stupid either. They fly in the air with their wings and throw spears to win. So if there are no warriors in the Qihai Realm who can jump into the sky, there is no way for them to do so.

But even if there are many high-ranking monks in Shaolin, it is useless to Yuekong. The god-born clan is also full of masters and has a large number of people. Shaolin monks suffered heavy casualties just at the moment of fighting.

"Heaven destroys me, Shaolin!..."

There were sorrows everywhere and shouts were endless. Obviously, these monks felt that they were a little wronged. When people sat at home, disaster came from heaven. So why didn't they shout for injustice?

However, the gods' clan did not think so. They were just massacing a group of disobedient slaves.

Most of the Shaolin Temple was destroyed, and some people advised Abbot Xuanming to escape quickly. At this moment, the only one who is still able to escape is probably the only one who can escape.

But at this time, how could Abbot Xuanming leave? Once he leaves, Shaolin will no longer exist.

He sighed to the sky and said, "Master, Master, you said that the only one who can save Shaolin is King Qingyang, but now, where is King Qingyang?"

Xuan Ming cried and knelt down and bowed to the Buddha.

However, at this moment, Atulu laughed and said, "What is Qingyang King? I have killed a few of this princes, and can Qingyang King save you? Where is Qingyang King? Let him come out and I will see?"

“Here!”

Before Atulu finished speaking, a voice came. The sound was still several miles away, but Atulu could hear it very clearly. His eyes turned and he looked back, because at least he was a master of the Spirit Yuan Realm at this time.

However, just as Atulu looked behind him, her eyes were almost bleeding.

But when a golden light swept across, a large area of ​​the army of the gods turned into piles of broken limbs and broken arms in an instant, splashing everywhere.

Buzz!

When the golden light disappeared, thousands of troops of the God-born clan were destroyed, leaving only the shocked warriors of the God-born clan.

"What? Don't you kneel down when you see me?"

After the dazzling golden light dissipated, more than a dozen black dots were approaching quickly outside the mountains, and the one standing above the flying dragon was the King of Qingyang - Ye Xiuwen!

However, why did King Qingyang catch up? In fact, it is not difficult to understand, just because the gods and clans were delaying some time on the road.
Chapter completed!