With ten trillion disciples, my demon sect is invincible!

The man on the throne hummed softly and slowly opened his eyes. He was wearing a tight suit, thin, and a silver mask on his face. There was a long knife next to him. "What's the matter?"

"Report to the head monk, the leader ordered the Xuan Department to thoroughly investigate the situation in Jinshan Temple to see if the abbot of Jinshan Temple is in the temple."

"Got it, go down." The man waved his hand gently, and the shopkeeper below bowed and retreated. The man was the head monk of the Xuan Department of the Demon Cult, Xuan Yi.

In an underground palace, several men wearing light silver masks stood on both sides and communicated with each other.

"What do you think the chief called us to do?"

"It should be the leader who gave us the order."

"The leader's strength has spread all over the world. Sooner or later, our Demon Cult will unify the world."

"Our Xuan Department is finally going to take action."

A figure suddenly appeared in the underground palace, wearing a silver mask on his face and a long sword on his back. Everyone immediately bowed and saluted, "Meet the chief."

The man nodded, "The leader gave the order to call us here this time. The leader ordered us to find out the current situation of Jinshan Temple and whether the abbot is in the temple."

"Yes, I will follow the leader's order." Everyone bowed and responded.

"This is the first official task since the establishment of our Xuan Department. It must be completed beautifully to let the other three departments know the strength of our Xuan Department. If anyone doesn't try their best, don't blame me for being rude." Xuan Yi's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

The people on both sides agreed, and their faces showed a hint of solemnity. Xuan Er, who was standing in the first position on the left, stood up and said, "Master, do you need to summon Xuan San and Xuan Si back as well?"

Xuan Yi said indifferently, "No, the eight of you and me are enough, and they also have their own tasks."

"Get ready, and act at midnight tonight."

Jinshan Temple, as one of the five major sects in Cangwu Continent, has been built for two thousand years, covering an area of ​​dozens of kilometers. The surrounding thousands of kilometers are under the jurisdiction of Jinshan Temple. There are no less than 10,000 monks in the temple, and there are countless masters.

In a side room in the temple, a monk was lying on the bed. The monk was wrapped in gauze and his breathing was very weak. Next to him, a little monk was pounding medicine with a pestle, and his eyes looked at the monk on the bed from time to time.

The little monk's name was Le Yu, an orphan. He entered Jinshan Temple ten years ago and has been working in the errand yard. He is very dull and doesn't like to talk. Even the manager of the errand yard said that he has no wisdom. Unexpectedly, three years ago, he suddenly met the holy monk Wu Tian, ​​who took the initiative to accept him as a disciple.

The holy monk Wu Tian is the head of the martial arts hall of Jinshan Temple. He is a peerless master ranked eighth on the earth list. His life changed suddenly when he became the disciple of the head. The monks who didn't like to talk to him before took the initiative to approach him, and even those older than him called him senior brother.

But he didn't change his life. Except that his accommodation address became a side hall of the martial arts hall, he still maintained his daily life of practicing martial arts, chanting scriptures, and going from one place to another.

Until half a month ago, something disrupted his life. Half a month ago, the holy monk Wu Tian was suddenly carried back to Jinshan Temple by Le Fan. He was seriously injured and unconscious. Even the long-lost abbot came to heal him. Wu Tian has not woken up for half a month.

In the past half month, Le Yu no longer chanted scriptures or practiced martial arts. He kept pounding medicine every day, and his eyes never left Wu Tian on the bed. For so many years, he has regarded Wu Tian as his closest person. Le Yu picked up the pounding medicine pot and was about to go to the side to boil medicine. Suddenly, he saw Wu Tian's hand move and his eyes slowly opened.

He hurried to the bedside and held the master's hand, "Master, you finally woke up."

Wutian's eyes slowly focused, and he looked at Leyu with a worried face, "Master is fine, help me to see the host."

Leyu did not answer, but ran away directly, all the way to the main hall of Jinshan Temple, knocked on the door and said loudly, "Host, my master is awake, host~host~"

There was no sound behind the door. Leyu thought about it and ran to Wutian's residence again. A middle-aged bald man was standing in front of Wutian, with some holy light on his head.

The man said softly, "Brother, you are awake,"

"Well, thank you for your rescue." Wutian thanked him and wanted to stand up, but was stopped by the host.

"Fortunately, you are lucky, there is still one last Dahuandan in the temple,"

"Host, that demon is indeed in the middle stage of the martial emperor, and his actual combat power may even reach the late stage of the martial emperor." Wutian said solemnly.

The host smiled bitterly, "More than that, it is estimated that he is about to surpass the Martial Emperor."

Slowly told Wu Tian a series of events that happened in the East China Sea after Wu Tian fell into a coma.

Wutian's pupils shrank, and he was shocked and said, "That demon is so powerful."

"Okay, you should have a good rest today, and the rest will be dealt with after you recover from your injuries." The host said and walked out of the house. Le Yu was standing at the door outside, "Take good care of your master."

The host looked up at the sky, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. The Buddhist sect also has the means of angry Vajra. It seems that it is necessary to take action against the demon sect.

In the dark night, many patrolling monks in Jinshan Temple were patrolling. Several black shadows that no one saw flashed quickly, and the patrolling monks did not notice. When approaching the Jinshan Temple mountain protection formation, the black shadows took out a stone from their pockets and slowly walked into the mountain protection formation. The formation gently rippled, and the black shadows entered without any obstruction.

"The formation-breaking stone given by the leader is really powerful. It can even easily enter the mountain protection formation of Jinshan Temple."

"Okay, act quickly. If something goes wrong, the leader will not forgive us."

The eight figures quickly separated and went to different directions.

At the door of the monk Wu Tian's meditation room, a figure slowly appeared, looked at the person lying inside, and slowly disappeared again. The monk Wu Tian inside did not notice it at all. Although Wu Tian was seriously injured and had not recovered, it was enough to show that the person who came was definitely not an ordinary person.

A figure flashed quickly and ran straight to the main hall. Along the way, no matter whether it was the patrolling monks or the meditating monks, they did not react until they approached the door of the main hall.

A voice suddenly came from inside, "Friend, come in and sit down when you come."

The figure did not respond after hearing the voice, but retreated directly and quickly swept back. A palm shadow in the main hall instantly hit the figure that was sweeping away, and the figure also hit it with a palm, and a loud noise was heard instantly. Everyone in Jinshan Temple was awakened.

In an instant, countless figures rushed out of Jinshan Temple and immediately discovered the many men in black in the temple.

"Which evildoer dares to break into my Jinshan Temple,"

"Take my Vajra Fist,"

"Thousands of Flowers and Buddhas Palm"

The figure rushing out of the main hall shouted "Retreat." The many black-clothed men who were fighting fiercely with the monks in the temple no longer wanted to fight and rushed out of the temple in an instant.

"Where are you running?" The people in the temple shouted to stop them, but the speed of the newcomer was really fast, and he was about to run out of the temple even though he was injured.

At this time, a finger rushed towards the many black-clothed men in the main hall, and a loud voice came, "Pick the Flower Finger."

The many black-clothed men seemed to be fixed and could not move.