The villain should be invincible

In the Yuelai Inn under Jinshan Temple, a long sword was placed on a small table near the window. Next to it sat a man in a white gown with tall eyebrows and a black ring on his right hand. He looked at the food in front of him without eating a single bite.

The man took a sip of wine and said,"Uncle Fu, is there really the inheritance of the sword god you mentioned in Jinshan Temple?""

"Of course, a thousand years ago, Jinshan Temple had not yet been built, and this location was where the Sword God's coffin was. According to the old ghost's personality, he would definitely leave a legacy." The ring emitted a green light, but the sound seemed very weak.

"However, Jinshan Temple is heavily guarded and there are many experts inside. How can I get in?"

Uncle Fu in the ring did not respond. The last time he teleported with Zhao Li, he had already consumed a lot of his mental energy. Now he was so weak that he needed a long time to speak a word. There was no way he could help Zhao Li.

Zhao Li narrowed his eyes and flashed a trace of surprise.

There was a smell of blood outside the doors and windows, and it was coming from the direction of Jinshan Temple.

Although this Yuelai Inn is just below Jinshan Temple, it is more than ten miles away.

The smell of blood can drift here, proving that a big change has happened in Jinshan Temple.

He picked up the long sword and disappeared in the inn in an instant.

The waiter saw the guest disappear and was about to shout for the shopkeeper when he saw a A silver ingot, picked it up happily.

Zhao Li quickly flew towards Jinshan Temple. There were many people along the way, even the Martial Emperor Realm flew towards Jinshan Temple. The smell of blood was so strong that even ordinary people could smell it. Countless figures rushed towards Jinshan Temple from all directions. Even some ordinary people behind were running towards Jinshan Temple.

Everyone quickly ran to the gate of Jinshan Temple and saw two corpses lying on both sides of the gate. The head and body were separated, obviously cut in half by a knife.

One person exclaimed,"These two people are the monks in charge of receiving guests in Jinshan Temple. They have at least the cultivation of the Martial King. They died at the gate of the mountain. What happened in Jinshan Temple?"

Everyone smelled the increasingly strong smell of blood wafting out from inside, and stepped into the gate together without caring to say anything.

As soon as they entered the gate, the strong smell of blood hit them like a substance. What came into view were corpses all over the mountains and the remains of corpses all over the ground. There was even a bloody river flowing on the ground, just like walking into hell.

"Ugh~~Ugh"

""Ugh~~ Ugh."

Some female cultivators squatted on the ground and retched. Suddenly they screamed. It turned out that there was an eyeball lying alone on the ground.

Although the cultivation world was cruel, it was hard to accept such a bloody thing. Even some experienced martial arts masters frowned. The scene in Jinshan Temple was too tragic.

"Who is so bold that he dares to come to Jinshan Temple to kill people? Aren’t they afraid of being killed by the Uncontrollable Saint Monk? Ah, how is it possible? A martial king realm master wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, pointing in a direction and shaking constantly.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a two-meter-tall monk kneeling on a ruin. There was a round hole in the monk’s heart, and his eyes were not closed yet. His eyes were full of hatred, but he was lifeless.

Cries of surprise suddenly rang out around him,"How is it possible? Who can kill the Uncontrollable Saint Monk?"

"Even the holy monk was killed. Did the Jinshan Temple get emptied?"

"Impossible, even if Wubu Saint Monk died, there is still Wuwo Saint Monk, who is on the Heavenly Ranking, a master of the Martial Emperor Realm, who has such a big guts."

Continuous surprised voices were heard, and everyone was shocked by Wubu's death. You know, Wubu was the second master on the Earthly Ranking, and it is very likely that he will break through to the Martial Emperor Realm within ten years. Now his heart was dug out and he died in Jinshan Temple.

Several Martial Emperors calmed down first and slowly walked into the interior of Jinshan Temple. Zhao Li followed. There were dead bodies everywhere along the way, including many well-known monks in the outside world, such as Wukong Saint Monk, who was ranked tenth on the Earthly Ranking, Wuxuan Saint Monk, who was ranked seventeenth on the Earthly Ranking, and Wuxuan Saint Monk, who was ranked third on the Human Ranking. Master Liaofan and so on.

When they arrived at the main hall, several Martial Emperors in front suddenly stopped, trembling all over. Zhao Li looked in the direction they were looking. Even Zhao Li was trembling with fear. There was a large stone tablet in the direction they were looking. It was about ten meters high. The selfless monk who was known as a master of the Heavenly Ranking and the Martial Emperor Realm was nailed on it with a sword. He was covered in blood and had no breath.

On the stone tablet were written a few blood-red characters:"By the order of the leader, first slaughter the Jinshan Temple," and a few smaller characters in the lower right corner:"The Demon Sect's Lotus Shengli"

"It turned out to be a demon cult, it really was a demon cult. How dare they, how could they massacre Jinshan Temple? Aren’t they afraid of a counterattack from the righteous?"

"Yes, does his demon sect really think they are invincible?"

One of the Martial Emperors bowed to the people beside him and said,"Everyone, I have to go back to the sect to report the news immediately. I'll take my leave first."

Then he turned and rushed out of Jinshan Temple. The other Martial Emperors also left Jinshan Temple quickly. This news must be spread as soon as possible.

In the evening, the whole Jinshan Temple was empty except for the smell of blood.

A figure appeared in the main hall with a long sword on his back,"Uncle Fu, are you sure the inheritance of the Sword God is down there?？"

"Don't worry, Zhao Li, I can smell his scent. You can enter his tomb by crushing the beads in your hand."

Hearing this, Zhao Li crushed the beads in his hand. A faint spatial fluctuation surrounded him. Zhao Li looked at the Wuwo Holy Monk on the stone tablet not far away, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Not long ago, he was still thinking about how to enter Jinshan Temple, and even thought about how to transfer Wuwo Holy Monk out of Jinshan Temple, so that he could sneak in unnoticed. Unexpectedly, before half a day, he entered Jinshan Temple openly, but the price was the destruction of the entire Jinshan Temple.

Before Zhao Li could think about anything else, a vortex formed in the space and swallowed Zhao Li directly. The vortex slowly calmed down, and all images disappeared.

Not long after Zhao Li disappeared, there was a slight noise under a collapsed side hall next to it. The sound became louder and louder, and finally broke through the ruins. Two figures crawled out from it, one was a monk in a monk's robe, and the other was a woman in a green shirt.

The woman's face was covered with tears, and she kept crying. The monk in the monk's robe next to him also had a sad face, but he still opened his mouth to advise,"Please accept my condolences, donor."

After hearing this, the woman stopped crying and looked at the monk,"Master Liaoyu, everyone is dead, including my brother. Why is this happening?""

"I don’t know why, but the evil cult slaughtered my Jinshan Temple. Sooner or later, I will take revenge."

"Master Leyu, I'm going back to Dayu Dynasty to find my master. Will you come with me?"

"No, I have to bury everyone in the temple, and then I will travel around the world to practice the art of exorcising demons."