Chapter 424: Destroying the Family
After Ding Ling knew that this was a gang crime, he knew that they would definitely share the spoils and contact each other.
It is impossible to disappear out of thin air.
In this case.
There must be some clues.
He encountered such a thing once in the Three Kingdoms world.
But the player group that time was more domineering and arrogant!
And this time it was much more low-key. After framing, the people disappeared directly.
Ding Ling didn't know who they were from beginning to end, nor did he know why they framed him, let alone what specific methods they used.
"Let's go."
Since the Nine Yang Divine Art was stolen.
Ding Ling didn't need to go to Shaolin Temple again.
Besides, Shaolin Temple was on fire.
How many secret books can be saved?
This is still a question.
A thousand-year-old temple was destroyed by a fire in one day. The one who did it was a ruthless person!
The plan must be very strict and thoughtful, otherwise it would be impossible to catch everyone in Shaolin Temple off guard with lightning speed!
"Where are you going?"
Xiao Long Nu was very obedient. She just asked instinctively. Before Ding Ling could reply, she immediately said:
"I'm going to get the horse."
Obviously.
In her opinion, no matter where Ding Ling went, she would just follow him. There was no need to ask any more questions.
Seeing this, Ding Ling did not answer. After Xiao Long Nu brought the Ferghana horse, he was ready to jump on the horse and leave the Songshan area.
But he wanted to leave.
But someone didn't let him go.
Swish!
Groups of monks holding sticks, led by one person, rushed out from a small path at high speed and surrounded Ding Ling.
The old monks in the lead had kind faces, but now they looked like angry Vajra. They looked at Ding Ling and shouted angrily:
"Are you Ding Ling?"
"What do you want?"
Ding Ling did not get on his horse. He drew out the Juque sword and pounded it on the ground. He looked at the monks calmly:
"Want to kill me? Or do you want to punish me?"
"Okay, okay!"
The old monk in the lead saw that Ding Ling had killed people, stolen scriptures, and burned Shaolin Temple, but he did not change his expression or heartbeat. He could not help but shout three times, but he was extremely angry:
"Old monk, I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple Wu Hai. I want to ask Mr. Ding, did you kill Wu Tan, the head of the Bodhi Court of Shaolin Temple!"
It was obviously an inquiry.
But he used a tone of affirmation and anger.
Ding Ling raised his eyebrows:
"I killed him."
"Did you steal the scriptures? Did you set the fire!"
It was still an affirmative sentence.
"No."
"You dare to quibble!"
Abbot Wu Hai was furious, gritting his teeth, changing his kind image, frowning and glaring, holding a single sword, and said:
"Amitabha, you are guilty of heinous crimes, I will send you to the West to see the Buddha."
As soon as the voice fell.
He gave an order.
The monks from all directions immediately formed a Luohan formation.
They surrounded and rushed towards Ding Ling and Xiao Longnu.
Ding Ling was afraid that Xiao Longnu would be affected.
So he took the initiative to meet them.
He activated the five major breathing methods and the Pure Yang True Skill! In an instant, the special fusion energy was injected into all parts of his limbs and bones. Under the action of the rolling energy, the bird-catching skill worked perfectly. Ding Ling rushed into the opponent's battle formation like a flash of lightning, boom!
He used the Juque sword to open it, and the burning wood sword technique suddenly worked. The flame energy flowed and exploded, and he condensed an extremely condensed flame sword in the void!
Swish!
A giant sword swept forward, crackling!
As the flame sword passed, the monks in the front row were set on fire in an instant. A special energy burst out from the flames. With the sound of bangs, they were blown to the ground one by one, their chests were not moving, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive.
"Is this the burning wood sword technique of my Shaolin Temple?!"
Abbot Wu Hai had amazing eyesight. He seemed to have sensed something, but he couldn't believe it, because the burning wood sword technique in his impression did not have such power.
How could he know.
Ding Ling's fusion of special energy was enough to increase the power of the sword technique tenfold.
Ordinary burning wood sword techniques were upgraded to flame swords.
How could he resist?
Crackling!
Ding Ling did not hold back once he started fighting.
Sometimes the flaming sword cleared the way, killing all the monks and making them fall to the ground;
Sometimes the sword magic swung out pictures of the setting sun and blooming flowers, where the pictures fell, broken limbs flew into the sky, and heads fell to the ground.
Sometimes a sword stabbed out, and the Dugu Nine Swords Technique was used. The sword moves were sharp and extremely fast, like antelope hanging horns and flying freely, making it impossible to tell where the sword came from!
The monks couldn't even stop Ding Ling.
It was really hurt if they touched it, and killed if they hit it!
Where Ding Ling passed, it was like the sea splitting.
In just a moment, he killed through the battle formation formed by the monks, and then he turned back to "charge" again.
This happened three or four times.
Until Abbot Wu Hai also fell in a pool of blood.
Ding Ling stopped.
[Achievement Medal of E-level: Shock the Abbot of Shaolin Temple]
[Note: Abbot Wu Hai, in the innate realm, has superb martial arts and few rivals in the world! He came prepared this time, thinking he could easily defeat you. But he never expected that your ability would be so terrifying!
He was not even your opponent.
He was easily stabbed to the ground by you.
Before he died, he was stunned, shocked, and couldn't believe it.
If he had the chance to do it again, he would definitely lead the monks of Shaolin Temple to stay away from you!
Just because of his mistake this time, the Shaolin Temple's vitality was completely destroyed.
He blamed himself, regretted, and annoyed himself. But it was useless.
He died with reluctance, regret, regret, helplessness, and powerlessness! 】
[Obtained the E-level achievement medal: Shocked the head of the Dharma Academy. 】
[Obtained the achievement medal: Shocked the head of the Prajna Hall]
...
Ding Ling heard a dense reminder sound.
He was surprised.
He actually harvested two E-level medals.
Why didn't he feel anything?
At this moment, he suddenly realized that his breathing method and energy were combined with the special energy of internal skills, which was already deep and explosive enough to easily crush this group of ordinary innate masters.
It was so easy that it was no different from killing an ordinary second-rate master.
Ding Ling glanced in all directions.
Some players were secretly checking.
Ding Ling didn't have any bad feelings or good feelings towards players before. After all, he was also a player, and his former classmates and colleagues might all be players.
Players have different qualities, and some are good and some are bad. This is a fact.
But Ding Ling was very upset after being tricked by a player not long ago. He could not help but roar:
"Get lost!"
Ang!
Roar!
The lion roar showed its power. With one roar, all the peekers from all directions, without exception, felt as if they were struck by lightning. Their heads were buzzing, as if a heavy hammer was hitting them hard. They felt a splitting headache. For a moment, countless people fell to the ground and screamed.
But it was also this roar.
The curious, those who tried to take advantage of him, or even some spies arranged by Ding Ling's enemies, were all roared back three feet, and they dared not stare at Ding Ling casually anymore.
They were all horrified. Some new players who had never seen Ding Ling get angry had some respect, admiration, and fear for Ding Ling at this moment.
More of it was fanaticism.
"It would be great if I could be as strong as Ding Ling one day."
After Ding Ling wiped out all the monks.
He found that the monks' arms were bulging, as if they were hiding a lot of things.
He used a sword to pick them open.
Sure enough.
Either they were powerful medicines or pills.
Or they were scriptures or secret books.
"When the Shaolin Temple was burned down, these monks saw that the fire was raging and difficult to extinguish, so they simply took all their families down the mountain."
