"Demon Lord, are you serious about this?" After hearing Lin Hao's words, Abbot Kongwen and others were shocked. If this could really be the case, that would be great!

As long as the Demon Lord doesn't take action himself, Shaolin still has a chance of survival.

"You have no joke!" Lin Hao said with a smile on his face.

"You... are you kidding me?" Upon hearing the words with special meaning from Lin Hao's mouth, Abbot Kong Wen and others felt their hearts skip a beat and looked horrified.

Even the heroes in the world who were in a melon-eating mode around them suddenly changed their expressions.

Jun Wu is joking, the four words are as heavy as Mount Tai, and the things involved behind them are too great. In the whole world, the only people in the world who are qualified to say this are the people on the high seat of the Great Yuan Dragon Chair.

But the demon king in front of him actually spoke such treasonous words in front of everyone, which is enough to show his ambition.

Not only do you want to sweep across the rivers and lakes, but you also want to control the entire world!

Even Shaolin, which has been passed down for thousands of years, avoids such shocking events as snakes and scorpions.

Although the Great Yuan Dynasty was exhausted at this time, the torrent of hundreds of thousands of iron armors was no joke. The so-called Jianghu forces were also vulnerable to the huge iron cavalry.

"Haha, Abbot Kongwen, your Shaolin team has been defeated in the second game. Show your remaining cards."

Ignoring the horror of Abbot Kongwen and others, Lin Hao said calmly.

Now that he has become powerful and powerful, the so-called Yuan Dynasty is completely unable to stop him anymore. Of course, Lin Hao has nothing to worry about.

"Amitabha, I admire the devil for his great talent and lofty vision." Abbot Kongwen said another Buddhist saying and saluted.

Then he turned to face Zhou Zhiruo and continued: "Master Zhou, now that you have defeated two major Shaolin formations in a row, please enter the forbidden area of ​​​​my temple."

"If we can defeat the three holy monks of Shaolin again, we, Shaolin, will completely surrender."

"Okay, lead the way!" Zhou Zhiruo nodded without any hesitation.

She originally came here for the three old monks today, but now that Lin Hao is personally helping out, she is even more confident.

"Sure enough, it's those three guys. It's interesting. In the battle with Guangmingding, those three people haven't used up their last cards yet, so we can learn a lot today." Lin Hao chuckled.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, in a strictly forbidden area, there is a deserted area with three huge stone monuments standing there.

After a while, Lin Hao and others arrived here under the personal leadership of Abbot Kongwen and others.

At this time, the eyes of all the heroes in the world were attracted by the figures of the three old monks sitting cross-legged on the stone tablet, the three holy monks of Shaolin!

According to legend, it is also the strongest foundation power in the contemporary Shaolin Temple, but today they saw it with their own eyes.

"Amitabha, I said goodbye to Guangmingding a few years ago, and I and I have been waiting here for many years." Above the stone tablet, Du'e, the leader of the three holy monks, said leisurely.

At the same time, the old monk on the other two stone tablets also opened his closed eyes, his gaze fell on Lin Hao, his expression full of solemnity.

"Hmph, in the past Brother Lin was just a defeated general, but he dared to speak arrogant words. You three old monks, the one who challenges you three today is me, Zhou Zhiruo!"

"That's right, the three of you are no longer worthy of fighting against Brother Lin. Now it's better to pass our level first." From the Wudang camp, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji stood up and said coldly.

With Lin Hao personally coming to help, he should be more active.

"Three holy monks, what Master Zhou said is true. Today's battle is between the Emei and Wudang factions and has nothing to do with the Demon Lord." At this time, Abbot Kongwen stood up and said.

He was not willing to let the three holy monks offend Lin Hao rashly at this juncture, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hey, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. I didn't expect that a few years later, three amazing masters would appear in the world, which really puts the three of them to shame."

"Today we, the three brothers and I, are going to give it a go for the thousand-year reputation of Shaolin. The descendants of the Demon Lord and the younger disciples of Master Zhang of Wudang, you three can come together."

On the stone tablet, the face of Holy Monk Du'e changed slightly. From Lin Hao's indifferent expression, he already got the answer he wanted, and he spoke immediately.

"Then the three of us will ask for advice." Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu, and Zhang Wuji looked at each other and stepped forward simultaneously.

Immediately, a powerful aura rose from them, competing with the three holy monks.

Boom! With a soft drink, Zhou Zhiruo took the lead in attacking. At this time, she was not using the white python whip method, but directly used the Yitian Sword!

Facing the three holy monks' vajra demon-subduing circle, she would not hold anything back.

Clang! A cold metal trembling sound resounded, and the sword was sharp and struck at the old monk Du'e like lightning.

"Tian Can Kick!" Song Qingshu on the other side was also firing on all cylinders, Tian Can's magical power was operating to the extreme, and the sky was filled with the roar of his powerful legs, all at once trying to greet Du Jie.

Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, used the Nine-Yang Divine Art and relied on his powerful Qi to become the last old monk among the three holy monks to overcome the difficulties.

"What a powerful internal force. The three of them are extremely talented and possess peerless magical skills. They are truly extraordinary. The three old monks have offended them."

Feeling the fierce offensive of Zhou Zhiruo and the other three people, the face of the three holy monks also showed a touch of solemnity, and he said solemnly.

Buzz! In an instant, three whip shadows roared, and the powerful infuriating energy surged. The Vajra Demon Subduing Circle was instantly formed, and they were instantly confronting Zhou Zhiruo and the others.

Immediately, whip shadows took off all over the sky, and with the power of the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation, they blocked Zhou Zhiruoren's fierce attack with a force that covered the sky and the sun.

At the same time, one whip shadow after another continued to condense and shrink, completely sealing the three of them's hiding space.

In just half an hour, this fierce battle has reached a fever pitch.

"The Demon Subduing Circle of these three old monks is really not weak. Although it is not as good as my Wudang Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation, it is still quite terrifying. No wonder the Grand Master also praised this formation very well."

Being at the center of the King Kong Demon Circle, Zhang Wuji was the most oppressed, and at this time he was specifically responsible for defense.

The Nine-Yang Divine Art was operating to its extreme, and he was able to block the suppression of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle. Even though he was a master of the Nine-Yang Divine Art, he still felt it was very difficult.

On the other side, Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu launched the most fierce attack. The Dugu Nine Swords and the Tiancan Divine Art cooperated with each other to double their power.

In just a short moment, with the combined efforts of the two of them, they managed to break through the suppression of the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle.

"As expected of a descendant of the Demon Lord, this swordsmanship is truly marvelous."

Seeing the Yitian Sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand, it was as powerful as a broken bamboo, cutting through the whip shadows in the sky, and stabbing towards his heart, Du E couldn't help but flash a look of shock on his face, and exclaimed.

"Old monk, there is something even more surprising later, the Nine Spiral Shadows!" Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly, wielding the Dugu Nine Swords to break through all kinds of magic, and at the same time using the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual, it split into nine parts in an instant.

The superposition of the two made the power even more difficult to guard against. At the same time, Song Qingshu's pervasive and evil-smelling Tianzhan Leg also struck with the force of thunder.

Seeing this, Lin Hao nodded with satisfaction outside the court. He knew that the outcome of this battle had been decided!

In fact, it was just as Lin Hao expected.

With the power of Zhou Zhiruo, Song Qingshu, and Zhang Wuji gathered together, even the three holy monks of Shaolin's Vajra Demon Subduing Circle are hard to match.

A moment later, Zhou Zhiruo took the lead and used the Yitian Sword to smash the white whip in the hand of the old monk Du'e.

At the same time, the Great Fu Demon Palm was launched, and Ying Shengsheng blasted the latter away. At this point, the Vajra Fu Demon Circle was broken.

Later, Song Qingshu and Zhang Wuji also began to show their power and defeated the other two old monks.

"How is it possible... to lose so easily?" Abbot Kongwen and others in the Shaolin camp looked in disbelief.

They did not expect that the three holy monks of Shaolin, who were regarded as the last hope of Shaolin, would also be defeated.

And this was really unacceptable before Demon Lord Lin Hao took action yet.

"Amitabha, the three benefactors have advanced cultivation and possess unique skills. With this, they can break the vajra demon trap of the three of us, the old monks. We admit defeat."

On the stone tablet, Shaolin's Sandu Holy Monk looked pale, with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Among them, Du'e clasped his hands together and spoke.

But when he said this, his eyes strayed away from Zhou Zhiruo and the other three, and looked at Lin Hao, who was standing with his hands behind his back outside the court.

"The descendants of the Demon Lord are well-deserved, but before that, the three old monks have one last wish, hoping that the Demon Lord can fulfill it."

"Oh, we've already come to this point, and you three still don't give up?" Hearing this, Lin Hao's eyes flashed, and the smile on his lips became thicker.

Now that the overall situation has been decided and the entire Shaolin is about to be destroyed, he wants to know what these three old monks have to say.

"Demon Lord, in the past battle at Guangmingding, although my three brothers were defeated by you, in the final battle now, the three old monks still want to ask for advice, and I hope that Demon Lord can give you some advice."

Speaking of this, the holy monk Du'e said a Buddha's name, bowed and bowed to Lin Hao.

"Hmph, you three old monks have been defeated now, and you still dare to speak arrogantly and challenge Brother Lin. You really don't know how to live or die."

Zhou Zhiruo on the side, holding the Yitian Sword, shouted coldly.

With her here today, how could she possibly force Lin Hao to take action personally? Anyone who dares to challenge Lin Hao's majesty is her enemy!

"That's right, your Shaolin team has been completely defeated, and you still want to fight against Brother Lin, overestimating your own capabilities.

If you three old monks want to die, I can personally give you a ride." Song Qingshu sneered, with cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

On the stone tablet, the Sandu Holy Monk ignored the sarcastic words of Zhou Zhiruo and Song Qingshu, and still maintained a respectful and respectful posture.

Obviously they are also waiting for Lin Hao's reply!

At this moment, all the heroes at the scene were focused on Lin Hao, waiting for his reply.

"Since the three of you are so pious, well, I will grant your last wish."

After a while, Lin Hao finally spoke. At this time, his white clothes were fluttering, and no breath was exposed from his body.

But just by taking a step forward, this slight move made the Shaolin Sandu Monk look dignified, as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

Many eminent monks throughout the Shaolin Temple could not help but take a few steps back.

Among them, Abbot Kong Wen had a complex expression on his face and tried to dissuade him several times, but when he saw the expressions of the three holy monks of Shaolin who were looking forward to death, he finally shook his head and sighed.

"Three of you, you must think carefully and let me take action. After this battle, you will have no way to survive!"

After a few breaths, Lin Hao's figure had already walked into the field. At this time, he stared at the three holy monks and spoke leisurely.

"Amitabha, we have made up our minds. Demon Lord, please give me some advice."
To be continued...