Chapter 404: Zhenwu Protecting Zhenwu
Another world!
At this moment, whether in Huzhou in the far west or in the East China Sea, whether Taoists, Buddhists, warriors, or ordinary people, they were all shocked by the strange phenomenon in the sky.
The sky is filled with dark clouds, which makes people feel extremely depressed.
The next moment, there was lightning and thunder.
Countless thunders rumbled down.
It was as if a hole was punctured in the sky, and countless thunders burst out from it, like a scene of doomsday.
At this moment, many hills in the other world were flattened by thunder, but fortunately, these hills were uninhabited.
These thunders are like an air force, releasing bombs in the sky, aiming to blow to pieces the enemies hiding in the forest or under the bunkers.
Above the mountain gate of Zhenwu Temple.
There were bursts of thunder.
At the bottom of the cliff, the clouds and mist rarely dissipated, and Lin Ye's figure was revealed. Lao Shi, who was standing at Lin Ye's chest, looked at the strange scene in the sky and couldn't help but sound a little shocked.
"This is... a punishment from heaven. Is it because of Lin the Kid?"
Lao Shi was not sure, because he didn't know what Lin Ye was going through now. He had lost contact with Lin Ye since Lin Ye observed the fourth pattern.
"All disciples, listen up! Leave the mountain gate immediately !"
Just when Lao Shi was still in doubt, the voice of the Martial Saint was heard from the gate of Zhenwu Temple.
Xu Liben was stunned for a moment when listening to his uncle's words, but he also noticed that something was wrong in the sky. The rolling dark clouds even made him feel palpitations.
The disciples of Zhenwu Hall did not dare to delay and ran towards the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, those who were able to stay in the mountain gate were all elite disciples of Zhenwu Hall. In less than a quarter of an hour, all the disciples in the mountain gate were emptied.
Three miles away from the mountain gate, Xu Liben looked at his uncle and couldn't help asking, "Uncle, will this thunder fall?"
At this moment, the whole Qingzhou was filled with thunder. Xu Liben naturally knew about it and knew that many hilltops had suffered the disaster, but he didn't think that the thunder would fall on the Zhenwu Palace.
Because there is an uncle master in Zhenwu Temple.
The Martial Saint is already able to contend with thunder.
In the history of martial arts, there was once a martial saint whose great-grandson was born. On that day, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a thunderstorm was about to fall. In order to ask for a good omen for his grandson, the martial saint shouted three times and actually dispersed the dark clouds.
"My Zhenwu Palace deserves this disaster!"
The Martial Saint of Zhenwu Palace had a complicated expression, and his words stunned Xu Liben?
Was this disaster supposed to happen?
In other words, what Uncle Master said was that it was right for the thunder to fall and the heavenly punishment to fall on their Zhenwu Palace?
This is a punishment from heaven.
Generally, those who are punished by heaven must have done something that would incur the envy of heaven and the resentment of the people, but that is not the case for the Zhenwu Palace.
"Liben, can those skills be moved away?"
"I have followed the instructions of my uncle and have copied them by hand. They have been moved to a safe place long before the New Year. In addition, according to what my uncle said, the ten disciples have also been sent out."
Xu Liben nodded in response, his thoughts going back to the past.
At that time, the news that Lin Ye and Snow Swordsman had both entered the realm of Martial Saints spread back to Qingzhou, and his uncle found him and gave him an incomprehensible task.
All the manuals of the Zhenwu Temple's techniques were copied, transported out of the mountain gate and hidden in other safe places. At the same time, the ten most outstanding disciples were selected and sent out of the mountain gate.
Xu Liben didn't understand why his uncle did this. Such arrangements would usually only be made when the sect was in danger of being wiped out. However, the Zhenwu Palace didn't have any major enemies, and now with the addition of Lin Ye, the Martial Saint Elder, shouldn't the sect be more prosperous?
Could it be that there is some hidden powerful enemy in their Zhenwu Palace who wants to seek revenge, and the uncle got the news in advance and made arrangements in advance?
What made Xu Liben regretful was that although his uncle arranged for him to do this, he did not tell him the reason.
Now that his uncle asked about this again, Xu Liben's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Perhaps, this thunder at this moment was the reason why the uncle-master asked him to do these things before.
"Li Ben, this will be a disaster for my martial arts, but even if it is very difficult, my martial arts disciples have no choice but to bear it. It will only make the disciples of the Zhenwu Hall suffer."
Feng Buyao glanced at the Zhenwu Hall disciples behind him, with a trace of regret on his face. Xu Liben didn't understand what his uncle said, but he said firmly: "Uncle, don't worry, there are no cowards among my Zhenwu Hall disciples."
"This is not a question of being a coward or not. From today onwards, my disciples of Zhenwu Hall will no longer make breakthroughs in martial arts ."
When Feng Buyao said this, Xu Liben was completely stunned. The disciples of Zhenwu Hall had no more breakthroughs in martial arts. How...how was this possible?
However, Feng Buyao did not explain the reason to Xu Liben, because at this moment, the first thunder finally fell from the sky.
It fell directly towards the main hall of Zhenwu Temple.
The main hall of the Zhenwu Temple collapsed and disintegrated under the terrifying thunder as thick as a bucket. Countless debris flew everywhere, and the statues of successive martial saints that the Zhenwu Temple had preserved for many years turned to ashes at this moment.
"Uncle Master!"
Xu Liben and the disciples of Zhenwu Temple had red eyes when they saw this scene, but Feng Buyao just kept a cold face, clenched his fists, and said: "Take the disciples and retreat, retreat ten miles away!"
"Yes, Uncle Master!"
No matter how unwilling he was, Xu Liben had no choice but to do as his uncle-master told him. He knew that his uncle-master must have given him such orders for a reason.
He is the master of Zhenwu Hall and is responsible for the safety of all disciples.
"All disciples of Zhenwu Palace, listen up and retreat three miles."
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As the disciples of Zhenwu Temple retreated, all the buildings in the Zhenwu Temple had been destroyed by thunder. However, the thunder did not retreat, as if it was looking for something. After a while, the sound of thunder became louder and several times more dense than before.
The disciples of Zhenwu Temple three miles away looked at the lightning and thunder in the sky, their faces pale. Is it possible for a human to withstand such power of thunder and lightning?
Why did this heavenly punishment fall upon their Zhenwu Palace?
The cliff behind the mountain.
In the sky, a bolt of thunder roared down, as if it had found its target. The thunder that had gathered at the entire gate of the Zhenwu Temple suddenly concentrated towards the direction of the cliff.
Feng Buyao, who had kept a cold face even when watching all the sect's buildings being destroyed by thunder, suddenly changed his expression when he saw the thunder moving towards the cliff at the back mountain.
The next moment, Feng Buyao's figure disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, he was already above the cliff at the back of the mountain.
Boom!
In the sky, dozens of bolts of lightning as thick as buckets just fell.
"Uncle Master!"
"Grand Elder!"
Xu Liben and some Jingzhe realm warriors who were a few miles away also saw Feng Buyao appear above the cliff at the back mountain. With the vision of Jingzhe realm warriors, a distance of three miles was nothing.
In their eyes, the moment their own supreme elder appeared was exactly the moment the thunder fell.
The thunder instantly engulfed their supreme elder.
Xu Liben and the others looked nervous until the thunder dissipated and they saw Feng Buyao still floating in the air, then they breathed a sigh of relief.
But before Xu Liben and his companions could completely relax, another wave of thunder struck down the next moment, and the number was twice as much as the last time.
The bright light of thunder once again completely enveloped the sky behind the mountain. The extremely bright light of thunder made it impossible for Xu Liben and others to see the situation over there. They could only pray for their uncle.
The lightning dissipated, and the figure of his uncle disappeared in the air behind the mountain. Xu Liben's face changed drastically. Fortunately, three breaths later, Feng Buyao's figure flew into the air from below again.
But at this moment, Feng Buyao's body was shaking, and it was obvious that these thunders had just caused him a lot of damage.
The Martial Saint has reached the pinnacle of martial arts physicality, and even ordinary thunder cannot do anything to him.
But even for a Martial Saint, the physical strength has its limits. Xu Liben and others knew very well that these thunders were not ordinary thunders. Any one of them could destroy all of them, the warriors in the Jingzhe Realm.
"Grandmaster, is this the calamity of my Zhenwu Palace that you mentioned?"
Behind the cliff, Feng Buyao's face was pale, his eyes fixed on the rumbling black clouds in the sky, but there was no fear on his face.
He was an orphan, and his master brought him back to the mountain gate to become a disciple of Zhenwu Temple.
Among his fellow disciples at that time, he was not the best, but his master did not give up on him. Instead, he took good care of him. It was precisely because of this that in his heart, Zhenwu Temple was not only his school of thought, but also his home.
Later, his talent in martial arts was revealed, and he entered the state of great perfection in the Jingzhe realm. However, his master came to the end of his life. Before leaving, the master left him alone and asked him a question.
"If one day in the future you are asked to sacrifice the Zhenwu Palace that you treat as your home, would you be willing?"
"Master, even if I die, I will not sit idly by and watch this happen."
Feng Buyao didn't expect that his answer would make his master look angry. He even forced himself to stand up from the bed and said to him in an unprecedented tone: "Buyao, remember, if that moment really comes, let alone the destruction of the Zhenwu Temple's mountain gate, even if all the disciples of the Zhenwu Temple die, you must protect the cliff at the back mountain for me."
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Feng Buyao remembered very clearly what her master said before he died. Only then did she realize that there was a mission in their Zhenwu Palace, but only the strongest person in the Zhenwu Palace was qualified to know it.
Before him, the master of Zhenwu Temple was the most powerful. After the master grew old, he became the number one in Zhenwu Temple. This secret mission was told to him by the master.
The founder of Zhenwu Temple established the mountain gate here not only because he obtained the martial arts inheritance at the Zhenwu Wall, but his more important mission was to protect the true inheritors of the Zhenwu Wall.
One day in the future, if someone is able to see the fifth painting, and if thunder strikes at that time, all the disciples of Zhenwu Hall will stop the thunder from falling even at the risk of their lives, and try their best to stop it for as long as possible.
This is the mission of the disciples of Zhenwu Temple.
This mission was passed down from the great master, but fortunately, Zhenwu Palace has never encountered this situation in thousands of years. Feng Buyao felt that he probably would not have to make such a difficult decision in his lifetime.
But when the news came that Lin Ye went up the cliff to observe the Zhenwu Wall and stepped into the Martial Saint, Feng Buyao's heart tightened. He had a premonition that the mission of the Zhenwu Palace for generations might fall on him.
But he couldn't do what his master said and let all the disciples of Zhenwu Temple die. For this reason, he asked his nephew to copy the martial arts techniques of Zhenwu Temple and keep them somewhere else, and sent ten potential disciples of Zhenwu Temple away.
He wanted to leave some sparks of hope for Zhenwu Palace. At least in this way, Zhenwu Palace would still have a chance to rise in the future.
As for his nephew and the disciples of Zhenwu Temple who were now retreating a few miles away, Feng Buyao looked back at them with a hint of guilt in his eyes.
But the master said that this is the mission of the disciples of Zhenwu Temple.
In fact, the reason why the Zhenwu Temple's sect rules are very lenient on the discipline of disciples is because of this secret mission.
Most of the disciples of Zhenwu Hall are unruly, and there are quite a few who bully the weak, but Feng Buyao doesn't care. It is precisely with his connivance that the reputation of Zhenwu Hall in Qingzhou is not very good.
But this is also the reason why he condones it. These disciples do not know that one day they will be forced to sacrifice themselves, so what if he lets them enjoy some special treatment?
After all, they sacrificed themselves for the martial arts of the world.
Feng Buyao remembered her master's last words very clearly.
"Bu Yao, the mission of our Zhenwu Hall is not for the Zhenwu Hall itself, but for the martial arts of the world. If we cannot defend the mountain behind the cliff, the martial arts of the world will never recover from this, and every disciple of our Zhenwu Hall will be a sinner for the martial arts for all eternity."
"True Martial Ancestor Seal!"
Feng Buyao withdrew his thoughts. All these memories flashed through his mind in a flash. Facing the thunder that was about to fall again, Feng Buyao began to form seals with his hands.
This is a martial arts hand seal that only he knows in Zhenwu Hall.
As his hand seals changed, Xu Liben and others who were far away at the foot of the mountain only felt a pain in their chest, and many disciples even spat out blood. Although Xu Liben and others did not spurt out blood, as they were in the Jingzhe realm, they clearly felt that something was being sucked out of their bodies.
At this moment they discovered that their blood and energy were draining away, and their realm was actually declining.
" From today onwards, my disciples of Zhenwu Hall will no longer have any breakthroughs in martial arts."
Xu Liben looked at the panicked expressions of the disciples around him, but in his mind he recalled his uncle's words.
He seemed to understand.
With a wry smile and a glance at the many disciples behind him, Xu Liben suddenly shouted, "I, the disciples of Zhenwu Hall, listen to my order. Sit cross-legged and gather your energy in your chest. The thunder is about to destroy our Zhenwu Hall. The Supreme Elder needs our help."
After saying that, Xu Liben took the lead and sat down cross-legged. When the other disciples of Zhenwu Hall heard the words of their leader, the panic on their faces disappeared and they followed suit and sat down cross-legged.
In their eyes, Grand Master is invincible.
Although they didn't know what was happening at the moment, since the head of the sect said that it was the Grand Master who came to guard the mountain gate, as members of the Zhenwu Temple, they naturally had to advance and retreat together.
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There was a crack in the space. Bai Jinye looked at Lin Ye deeply and said sternly, "Lin Ye, let me ask you again, are you sure this is the choice you made?"
