The Violent Ape King Chapter 1 The Catastrophe On a midsummer night, heavy rain poured down, and the thunder snake twisted its body wantonly in the air, tearing the sky apart again and again. Shaoshi Mountain exudes a different atmosphere in the rainy night. The dark night, heavy rain, and thunder snakes are like murderous and bloodthirsty Shura, preparing to surround the Shaolin Temple, which is full of solemn Buddhist atmosphere. Tonight, the Shaolin Temple is brightly lit. The abbot, elders, heads of various halls, eighteen bronze men, one hundred and eight Arhats, and three thousand warrior monks are all sitting on the ground in the square in front of the Main Hall. They do not chant sutras or speak, and they all sit quietly with their eyes closed. The raindrops that bounced off the monks spoke of the powerful force of the Shaolin Temple. A golden bell stood in the center of the square. What kind of thing could allow all the might of the ancient temple to be concentrated here? Today, when martial arts has become the mainstream of society, the mysteries of the human body are deeply developed, and the supreme force has replaced nuclear weapons, these more than 3,000 people are one of the five pillars of the Chinese Alliance. Why are they gathering tonight? What are they going to do? Suddenly, a purple thunder and lightning about a hundred meters long passed across the sky. The emperor descended, the thunder snake retreated, the sky shattered, the rain fell harder, and the Shaoshi Mountain in the thunderstorm became even more depressed. A figure slowly appeared in the heavy rain, walking towards the Shaolin Temple, one step, two steps, three steps -, in the blink of an eye, it had arrived at the gate of the temple. "Master, I'm back." The visitor walked up to the abbot, handed the box into the abbot's hands, and sat down cross-legged. The monks immediately opened their eyes and looked at the two boxes held by the abbot in his hands - the golden wooden box and the purple golden sandalwood box. The visitor is Yuan Kun, whose name is Shikong. He is a lay disciple of Shaolin, one of the top martial arts in Shaolin, and the world's number one mercenary king. He is in his thirties, 1.8 meters tall, with long purple hair draped casually on his shoulders, and a strong body. Exuding the aura and domineering power of Vajra Buddha. "Tonight is a catastrophe for Shaolin and China. The Eight-Nation Alliance invades China again and plunders the blood of the five mythical beasts inherited by China. Chinese soldiers are already fighting. The mission of Shaolin, Kunlun, Wudang, Emei, and Penglai is to guard the blood of the mythical beasts. Once the blood of the divine beast is taken away, the Chinese inheritance will be cut off from now on," the abbot said solemnly. The abbot stood up, slowly stretched out a hand holding a golden box, and said solemnly and proudly: "This box contains the blood of the sacred beast Qinglong, which was extracted from the Chinese people who have inherited the Qinglong for generations. The collection of dragon blood also includes the blood of white tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu and Qilin. These bloods are the foundation for the nation to continue to grow stronger." Then he looked at the purple sandalwood box, his face became more solemn: "In addition to protecting Shaolin. In addition to the blood of the blue dragon, there is another more important task, which is to protect the purple sandalwood box in my right hand. It contains something more important than the blood of the blue dragon, a blood whose source cannot be traced, a peerless ferocity. The blood of the beast recorded the name of the beast in the inheritance - the Vajra Ape King. "Three thousand monks stared at the purple sandalwood box. In the violent thunderstorm, the sandalwood box looked strange, with silk leaking out from time to time. The cruelty of the silk made the already nervous monks even more breathless. The abbot straightened his body and shouted loudly: "Monks, the nation is looking at us, the motherland is looking at us, and the Buddha is looking at us. Are you ready? Are you ready to ascend to bliss?" "Shua" ", all the monks stood up. He shouted wildly: "I swear to live and die with Shaolin, and I swear to live and die with the nation." "Shikong", the abbot looked at Yuan Kun with a heavy face, "Do you know why there must be one person in the temple to carry out the Yi Jin Sutra, the Marrow Cleansing Sutra and the Diamond Protector Sutra?" "Have you reached the top level in your physical skills?" "Master, I don't know," Yuan Kun bowed. The abbot looked at Yuan Kun quietly and said, "This man is prepared for this ape blood." "Shikong, are you afraid of death? Are you afraid of meeting the Buddha?" The abbot suddenly asked loudly. "Not afraid." Yuan Kun said firmly. The abbot stared at Shi Kong closely and said: "Okay! Remember, if we can't keep the dragon blood at the last moment, you must drink the blood of the violent ape king, because the ape blood is the ultimate weapon of our temple, and taking the ape blood Bloody, although your strength will increase sharply, you will eventually explode and die. Can you do it?" Shikong Jishou said calmly: "Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The abbot walked to Yuan Kun. , handed the purple gold sandalwood box to Yuan Kun, and said very solemnly: "Shi Kong, you are one of the most outstanding disciples of my temple and also my most proud disciple. Maybe the fate of Shaolin depends on you. Tonight Master, I allow you to transform into the Angry-Eye Vajra and start killing again, but you must remember that you are not allowed to take the blood of the Vajra unless absolutely necessary." After hearing the abbot's words, Yuan Kun lowered his head and said nothing, and tightly held the Vajra Vajra in his hand. The bloody purple sandalwood box, the domineering body gradually revealed bursts of cold murderous aura. Whoosh ¡ª whoosh ¡ª, one figure after another appeared on the rainy night, approaching Shaolin rapidly. The enemy has arrived, you can see it from the movement?, they are all accomplished masters, all masters above level six, and among them there are more than ten master-level experts. The invading enemy is extremely powerful, and Shaolin is in danger. The abbot put the golden wooden box containing the blood of the sacred beast Green Dragon into the golden bell and shouted: "Get ready to meet the enemy. Form a formation of 108 Arhats to guard the dragon's blood. The elders and chiefs, eighteen bronze men, and three thousand warrior monks followed. I will fight. Shi Kong, stay in the Arhat Formation and do not leave the formation unless absolutely necessary." The monks, the core force of Shaolin, rushed towards the invading enemy. Shikong, who was staying in the Arhat formation, clenched his fists, and his eyes were full of murderous intent. As he watched the two sides getting closer, the murderous aura in his body became more and more intense. The two sides did not exchange a word and just fought hard. In just one face-to-face encounter, both sides suffered dozens of casualties. The invading enemy was not only very powerful, but also numerous in number. The abbot, the elders and the chief stopped twelve master-level experts. The enemy's other three master-level experts led some masters to rush through the obstruction of the monks. Rush towards the Arhat Formation. "Monks, even if we all die today, we must keep these jackals and beasts here. Kill!" The abbot alone stopped two master-level experts. The peerless internal skill Yi Jin Jing was operating to the extreme, and the inner energy surged wildly. Without reservation, with the momentum of destroying all enemies, he used his powerful Vajra Palm and used his killing moves. The two masters of the Commonwealth and the German Federation could only defend but not attack. The great elder¡¯s sixty years of Prajna Kung instantly gained the upper hand and beat the masters of the American Federation back step by step. The second elder transported the golden bell to the extreme, and exchanged punches with the master of the Sha Kingdom. The third elder¡¯s Wuxiang Jie Finger, the fourth elder¡¯s Great Light Fist, and the fifth elder¡¯s Great Compassion Qianye Hand are all inextricably linked to their opponents. The shadow-following legs in the first seat of Bodhidharma Hall, the twelve dragon-capturing hands in the first seat of the Discipline Hall, the breaking sword technique in the first seat of the Bodhi Hall, the Arhat's life-threatening spear in the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and the great Skanda Pestle in the first seat of the Prajna Hall, fight with each other to the death. . Eighteen bronze men and three thousand warrior monks fought to kill numerous sixth-, seventh-, eighth- and ninth-level masters in a bloody battle. The masters of Japan, France, and Australia led half a hundred masters above level 6 to directly attack the Arhat Formation. The attacks of the three master-level masters put more and more pressure on the Arhat Formation, and some people began to vomit blood because they could no longer bear it. Yuan Kun stood upright in the Arhat Formation, watching the monks fighting fiercely, with some falling down constantly, looking at the master abbot who turned pale after being over-exhausted against the two great masters, and looking at the elders who exchanged injuries for injuries. Heshou Zuo, who could no longer suppress the surging energy and blood in his body, shouted loudly: "Master, this disciple is unfilial. I will repay your kindness in raising and teaching you in the next life. I will use my life tonight in exchange for the inheritance of Shaolin and the inheritance of the nation." Let's do it." After saying that, Yuan Kun opened the purple sandalwood box in his hand, picked up the porcelain bottle, pulled off the lid, and poured a bottle of the blood of the Ape King into his belly. Instantly, an extremely powerful energy exploded in the body, and a violent aura came out of the body. Although Yuan Kun transferred the Vajra Body Protection Skill to the top layer, his body, which had been marrow-washed by Yi Jin, still could not contain the energy of the ape blood. Blood vessels can burst at any time. In fifteen minutes, Yuan Kun knew how long he could fight. "You stupid beasts, you even come to your Monkey Grandpa's territory to rob things, you will die." Yuan Kun rushed out of the Arhat Formation and killed the three Grandmasters. The three great masters saw Yuan Kun approaching with great force and came to kill him together. "The violent energy of the "Powerful Vajra Fist" came out with the fist and went straight to the Japanese Grandmaster. One punch smashed the Japanese Grandmaster's protective arms. The huge fist passed through the chest, and the Japanese Grandmaster died. "Legs that follow you like a shadow" Master Fa's head exploded like a watermelon and he died. Seeing such a ferocious Yuan Kun, the Australian Grand Master turned around and ran away, but it was too late. A hand covered with veins passed through his chest, with a heart still beating in his hand, and he died. The warriors who besieged the Luohan Formation lost all fighting spirit when they saw their grandmaster killed so quickly. They turned around and ran away. The blood of the blue dragon was important, and their lives were even more important. Even the grandmaster couldn't take a move, let alone them. But after Yuan, who transformed into a violent ape, In front of Kun, escaping is not an easy task. Yuan Kun was killing and rushing towards the battlefield not far away. When the abbot, elders, and chiefs saw Yuan Kun, who was getting closer and had taken the blood of the Violent Ape King, their murderous intent suddenly increased. It was the ambition of these beasts that made the land of China red again, causing the Chinese heritage to be in turmoil, and making Shaolin the most contact The disciple's life is not long. Seeing the grandmaster who was shocked by Yuan Kun's instant kill of three great masters and wanted to retreat, everyone struggled to keep him from getting away. Even if he died, they would drag him until Yuan Kun arrived, so that he could be buried with Yuan Kun and the dead of China. The battle quickly subsided due to Yuan Kun's participation, and all the invading enemies were wiped out. Shaolin also paid an extremely heavy price. More than half of the three thousand monks were killed and wounded. Seven of the eighteen bronze warriors were killed in the battle, and the two leaders were left disabled. , the two elders broke through. ??Everyone alive watched quietly, gratefully, and respectfully as the abbot watched closely.It was Yuan Kun who saved them, saved Shaolin, and preserved the heritage of China. The abbot's eyes were filled with tears, and he choked with murderous intent: "Disciple, go ahead with peace of mind. Go and be the Angry-Eyed Vajra next to the Buddha. I will unite all forces to kill the invading enemies, kill the remaining strong men in other countries, and kill all the powerful ones in other countries. They will never dare to attack China again, even if they fall into the Abi Hell, they will not hesitate to do so!" The monks raised their arms and shouted: "I will not hesitate to fall into the Abi Hell." Yuan Kun looked around with great reluctance. The monks around him pushed away the abbot's hands and jumped into the sky with all their strength: "Master, uncle, brothers, Shi Kong takes a step first." There was a loud "bang", and Yuan Kun's flesh and blood flew everywhere, and even A hole was blown in the sky, which showed how huge the power contained in the blood of the Ape King was. Everyone was deeply saddened by Yuan Kun's passing, but no one noticed a ball of purple-gold blood penetrated into the broken space. ??