The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!
Two hands are no match for four palms.
In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!
Hearing this, a group of people around him gasped.
"superior!!!"
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
Kaixin had wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the beginning, delaying time, and had been avoiding the emperor's birthday with the tributes from the court. Now he was not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he could only try to prolong the time of his defeat while constantly helping the white tiger survive. .
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
In the Zhenlong chess game, I was happy to compete for a long time.
"I don't know which kid is so lucky. Not only did he take away the tribute, but he also triggered a mission in the temple and was protected by the NPC..."
Hundreds of meters of people from different gangs or self-organized teams surrounded this dilapidated small temple with clear banners. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell on the ground...
"it's time!"
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
"it's time!"
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
Hearing this, a group of people around him gasped.
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
Hundreds of meters of people from different gangs or self-organized teams surrounded this dilapidated small temple with clear banners. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell on the ground...
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
This look immediately detonated the player.
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
Kaixin had wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the beginning, delaying time, and had been avoiding the emperor's birthday with the tributes from the court. Now he was not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he could only try to prolong the time of his defeat while constantly helping the white tiger survive. .
Monk Zhiheng guarded the door of the small temple like a majestic mountain. He clasped his hands together and allowed countless flying arrows and hidden weapons to splash past. However, his body moved in a small area like a ghost, and countless arrows and hidden weapons all fell. to the empty space;
now!
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
But a group of people who moved to fight soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was actually true!
In the Zhenlong chess game, I was happy to compete for a long time.
Kaixin had wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the beginning, delaying time, and had been avoiding the emperor's birthday with the tributes from the court. Now he was not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he could only try to prolong the time of his defeat while constantly helping the white tiger survive. .
"roll!"
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
A group of people were discouraged!
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
now!
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
result!
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
They were the first group of small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple in Songshan.
"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid must have known that we were outside and deliberately stayed inside not to come out. He planned to wait until the emperor's birthday before leaving."
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
Kaixin had wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the beginning, delaying time, and had been avoiding the emperor's birthday with the tributes from the court. Now he was not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he could only try to prolong the time of his defeat while constantly helping the white tiger survive. .
"Ho ho ho ho..."
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
But a group of people who moved to fight soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was actually true!
Hearing this, a group of people around him gasped.
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
Two hands are no match for four palms.
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Step Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far away from its peak state.
A group of people were discouraged!
Hearing this, a group of people around him gasped.
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
…
"I don't know which kid is so lucky. Not only did he take away the tribute, but he also triggered a mission in the temple and was protected by the NPC..."
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
now!
Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.
"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid must have known that we were outside and deliberately stayed inside not to come out. He planned to wait until the emperor's birthday before leaving."
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Step Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far away from its peak state.
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
Hearing this, a group of people around him gasped.
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
If monk Zhiheng hadn't used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people would have rushed over immediately!
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
…
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
"superior!!!"
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
…
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
They were the first group of small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple in Songshan.
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
result!
A group of people were discouraged!
result!
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
Looking at the players who were rolling around on the ground after being hit hard by the sound waves, the angry monk Zhiheng opened his arms, roared continuously, and plowed the outside of the temple with violent sound waves over and over again, still without any intention of stopping...
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst out with a roar from the Tremor Mountain Forest!
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
“…”
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
"it's time!"
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
now!
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
However, the most powerful gangs still stood firm, climbing up the steps outside the Shaolin Temple, killing each other crazily, trying their best to fight for the possession of the brocade box at the last moment, even risking their lives!
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
"superior!!!"
But a group of people who moved to fight soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was actually true!
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
…
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid must have known that we were outside and deliberately stayed inside not to come out. He planned to wait until the emperor's birthday before leaving."
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
"I don't know which kid is so lucky. Not only did he take away the tribute, but he also triggered a mission in the temple and was protected by the NPC..."
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
“…”
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
result!
now!
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
But a group of people who moved to fight soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was actually true!
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
In the Zhenlong chess game, I was happy to compete for a long time.
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
A group of people were discouraged!
In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!
The temple is in turmoil!
But more people are unwilling to do so...
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
now!
…
A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hundreds of people were running wildly.
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
Hundreds of meters of people from different gangs or self-organized teams surrounded this dilapidated small temple with clear banners. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell on the ground...
Zhiheng seemed to feel a more solemn and sinister atmosphere coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, a hint of coldness without any emotion suddenly flashed across his plain brows under the cold ring scar.
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
But more people are unwilling to do so...
Zhiheng seemed to feel a more solemn and sinister atmosphere coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, a hint of coldness without any emotion suddenly flashed across his plain brows under the cold ring scar.
Two hands are no match for four palms.
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
…
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
Monk Zhiheng guarded the door of the small temple like a majestic mountain. He clasped his hands together and allowed countless flying arrows and hidden weapons to splash past. However, his body moved in a small area like a ghost, and countless arrows and hidden weapons all fell. to the empty space;
The strong roar of the lion formed yellow ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to bear the brunt. As if they had hit an iron wall, they spurted blood and flew out of the air, revealing the murderous spirit inside and the continuous cracks. Monk Zhiheng who roars like a golden lion!
If monk Zhiheng hadn't used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people would have rushed over immediately!
The game of Zhenlong requires a lot of energy and time, and there is plenty of time for each move. Even if there is a pause for several hours, Master Xuankong will not care. Even if he is offline during the game, it will only show the players sitting quietly at the table. The scene can be continued after going online.
The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst out with a roar from the Tremor Mountain Forest!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
But more people are unwilling to do so...
The temple is in turmoil!
Two hands are no match for four palms.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
Hundreds of people were running wildly.
But more people are unwilling to do so...
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
A group of people were discouraged!
“…”
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
"roll!"
Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
However, the most powerful gangs still stood firm, climbing up the steps outside the Shaolin Temple, killing each other crazily, trying their best to fight for the possession of the brocade box at the last moment, even risking their lives!
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
Zhiheng seemed to feel a more solemn and sinister atmosphere coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, a hint of coldness without any emotion suddenly flashed across his plain brows under the cold ring scar.
However, the most powerful gangs still stood firm, climbing up the steps outside the Shaolin Temple, killing each other crazily, trying their best to fight for the possession of the brocade box at the last moment, even risking their lives!
The strong roar of the lion formed yellow ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to bear the brunt. As if they had hit an iron wall, they spurted blood and flew out of the air, revealing the murderous spirit inside and the continuous cracks. Monk Zhiheng who roars like a golden lion!
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
now!
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by deliberate players, and was surrounded by many enemies, making it difficult to break through.
In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
But more people are unwilling to do so...
This look immediately detonated the player.
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
now!
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
In Master Xuankong's house, no one can disturb him!
A group of people who had originally given up on competing for tributes have regained stronger passion and fighting spirit. Except for a few gangs whose strength has been reduced to the point of collapse, most gangs are frantically mobilizing their troops and desperately trying to invade the small temple while struggling. People and horses compete for this unexpected discovery.
"Ho ho ho ho..."
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
A group of people approaching the temple felt as if they were struck by lightning before they touched the wall! He couldn't breathe anymore, and one after another, like birds shot down from the sky, they fell to the ground with their wings folded.
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Step Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far away from its peak state.
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
Because the number of people was relatively small, when I learned the news by chance, I didn’t believe that such a good thing was waiting for me, and I cleverly spread the news to the people outside the Shaolin Temple who were killed until they were bleeding for a brocade box. All major gangs.
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
They were the first group of small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple in Songshan.
This look immediately detonated the player.
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
Zhiheng seemed to feel a more solemn and sinister atmosphere coming from all directions. Before they could get too close, a hint of coldness without any emotion suddenly flashed across his plain brows under the cold ring scar.
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst out with a roar from the Tremor Mountain Forest!
Two hands are no match for four palms.
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
The strong roar of the lion formed yellow ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to bear the brunt. As if they had hit an iron wall, they spurted blood and flew out of the air, revealing the murderous spirit inside and the continuous cracks. Monk Zhiheng who roars like a golden lion!
"I don't know which kid is so lucky. Not only did he take away the tribute, but he also triggered a mission in the temple and was protected by the NPC..."
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
But more people are unwilling to do so...
"roll!"
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
Kaixin had wanted to take advantage of the special situation here from the beginning, delaying time, and had been avoiding the emperor's birthday with the tributes from the court. Now he was not sure of passing the Zhenlong chess game. Of course, he could only try to prolong the time of his defeat while constantly helping the white tiger survive. .
This look immediately detonated the player.
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by deliberate players, and was surrounded by many enemies, making it difficult to break through.
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
If monk Zhiheng hadn't used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people would have rushed over immediately!
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
"it's time!"
result!
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
The strong roar of the lion formed yellow ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to bear the brunt. As if they had hit an iron wall, they spurted blood and flew out of the air, revealing the murderous spirit inside and the continuous cracks. Monk Zhiheng who roars like a golden lion!
A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:
"superior!!!"
Another group of people not far away, also because of the stalemate, gradually changed from the initial depression to dullness and secretly sighing at luck:
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:
A Taoist priest with a high crown came over and suggested:
A group of people were discouraged!
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
If monk Zhiheng hadn't used his strength to establish an indestructible image, a group of people would have rushed over immediately!
“…”
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Once it is noticed that someone is taking the opportunity to approach the small temple, no matter where the other person is, he will immediately transform from the motionless Arhat to the most cold-blooded and ruthless King Ming, and kill the person trying to invade the temple with one move.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
Looking at the shiny red dots on the map in their hands, many players sighed softly.
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
"There is no way to break through here. After all, he is the only monk..."
Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Step Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far away from its peak state.
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
Hundreds of people were running wildly.
"It is said that a long time has passed. I think this kid must have known that we were outside and deliberately stayed inside not to come out. He planned to wait until the emperor's birthday before leaving."
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
Whoosh! Whoosh!
But a group of people who moved to fight soon discovered that the news that there were tributes hidden in the small temple in Songshan was actually true!
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
It's fast, less than ten meters away from the wall...
Hundreds of meters of people from different gangs or self-organized teams surrounded this dilapidated small temple with clear banners. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell on the ground...
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
The temple is about to be invaded by countless players.
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
"Roar!!!!"
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
A hundred meters away from the temple, a group of people in plain white scribes' uniforms stood calmly holding swords. After looking at them for a while, they all showed solemn expressions. One of them said:
Looking at the players who were rolling around on the ground after being hit hard by the sound waves, the angry monk Zhiheng opened his arms, roared continuously, and plowed the outside of the temple with violent sound waves over and over again, still without any intention of stopping...
A group of people approaching the temple felt as if they were struck by lightning before they touched the wall! He couldn't breathe anymore, and one after another, like birds shot down from the sky, they fell to the ground with their wings folded.
"superior!!!"
Judging from the situation where Monk Zhiheng easily took away the players behind the temple, even if the opponent's Hundred Step Divine Fist realm has not reached its peak, it is probably not far away from its peak state.
The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst out with a roar from the Tremor Mountain Forest!
The crowd surrounded by hundreds of players suddenly burst out with a roar from the Tremor Mountain Forest!
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
He had no idea that while he was staying in the temple, it was already dark outside, the wind was roaring, and blood was raining like wind!
Hundreds of meters of people from different gangs or self-organized teams surrounded this dilapidated small temple with clear banners. Twenty meters away from the small temple, no less than a hundred corpses fell on the ground...
"Hundred-Step Divine Fist!"
“…”
"Roar!!!!"
"Ho ho ho ho..."
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
The temple is in turmoil!
Among these people, some of them could not bear the torture for a long time and just lacked a step to leave. After hearing this, they took the people into the mountain without hesitation...
"The superior martial arts in the Mysterious Realm have astonishing lethality. Their strength contains the mystery of how to fight a bull from a distance. Unless you have excellent body protection and good equipment at the same time, no one can block a move." He paused and looked towards Monk Zhiheng's eyes became extremely complex: "In addition, the killing distance of the Hundred-Step Divine Fist varies depending on the level of the realm. When the realm reaches its peak, anyone within a hundred steps can easily be killed."
The strong roar of the lion formed yellow ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye in the air. Hundreds of players around him were the first to bear the brunt. As if they had hit an iron wall, they spurted blood and flew out of the air, revealing the murderous spirit inside and the continuous cracks. Monk Zhiheng who roars like a golden lion!
A group of people were discouraged!
More than a hundred Creation Realm players took action at the same time, and the momentum was huge, which was very shocking at first glance!
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
now!
"Let's all send people from each gang to come together! As long as the monk is trapped, the others will go straight to the temple. No matter who gets it first, they will snatch the brocade box out of the temple and then we will compete! What do you think?!"
A large number of archers from more than a dozen gangs surrounded the small temple. Even with all their efforts, they were still unable to pose a threat to Monk Zhiheng and could not shake him at all.
Soon, Monk Zhiheng sensed the crisis as the players approached...
"Ho ho ho ho..."
Flying on the grass, floating on the water, chasing cicadas in eight steps, climbing up the ladder to the clouds! The Qinggong skills of various sects became the biggest advantage in competition at this moment. Amidst countless piercing sounds, the situation outside the temple suddenly became more chaotic.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
They were the first group of small gangs to learn that there was a tribute in the small temple in Songshan.
His mind was shaken, "Come on!", "Drink!" A group of people roared, while emboldening their own people, they rose up and headed towards Zhiheng without fear of death.
In less than half a day, at least more than two hundred players died outside the temple and became the souls of monk Zhiheng...
The sound waves of lion roars stirred up fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and even corpses, spreading out at an alarming speed;
result!
Dozens of people from various major gangs formed a death squad. They carried knives and swords, and their realms were fully opened. They opened the pocket array solemnly and carefully and approached Zhiheng.
In the blink of an eye, Zhiheng was completely overwhelmed by deliberate players, and was surrounded by many enemies, making it difficult to break through.
A group of people approaching the temple felt as if they were struck by lightning before they touched the wall! He couldn't breathe anymore, and one after another, like birds shot down from the sky, they fell to the ground with their wings folded.
The eyes of those on the periphery shone brightly, and even more people jumped up impatiently without waiting for orders from others, and rushed towards the earthen wall of the temple as quickly as possible.
"Ho ho ho ho..."
A group of people approaching the temple felt as if they were struck by lightning before they touched the wall! He couldn't breathe anymore, and one after another, like birds shot down from the sky, they fell to the ground with their wings folded.
From the initial desperate and crazy invasion to the continuous dumping of corpses outside the temple, their actions gradually calmed down.
Monk Zhiheng guarded the door of the small temple like a majestic mountain. He clasped his hands together and allowed countless flying arrows and hidden weapons to splash past. However, his body moved in a small area like a ghost, and countless arrows and hidden weapons all fell. to the empty space;
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
Looking at the players who were rolling around on the ground after being hit hard by the sound waves, the angry monk Zhiheng opened his arms, roared continuously, and plowed the outside of the temple with violent sound waves over and over again, still without any intention of stopping...
This proposal was quickly agreed by the leaders of the major gangs.
“…”
The cold murderous intent in his eyes, coupled with the calm and calm face of King Zhihengming, created an invisible aura that was overwhelmingly pressing towards the surrounding players!
Now he was facing hundreds of fists and feet. No matter how fast he was, it would be difficult to kill them all and repel them in a short time...
"... Once time passes, even if we kill him, there will be no more tributes." A group of people talked and turned their attention to Monk Zhiheng in front of the temple again!