The Tianyi Pillar still stands in the center of Huayin Pavilion, standing on the top of the sky, almost wind and thunder, and the sword marks of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing on it are written on it, from far and near, from the top to the heel, and still exist proudly in the world. Guo Ao couldn't help but stop and look at the handwriting carefully. He looked at the first one and continued to see the last one, the name he had carved on himself, next to the sky.

There was no name of Jian Chunshui in these handwritings, because among all the pavilion masters, he was the only one who did not need to prove to the world that he had an epiphany of Chunshui's swordsmanship. Starting from Xiao Fengming, the second-generation pavilion master, everyone's name was engraved on this stone pillar with the sword intent they had had an epiphany. Everyone's sword intent is different, what is the same is their power.

It is all a sword intent that is proud of the world, and no one can underestimate it.

Except for two people, Yu Changkong and Guo Ao. The sword intent of these two people was almost identical. Among these distinctive sword marks, it seems a little abrupt.

Guo Ao frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

He looked at his sword carefully, and slowly exhaled a breath, suppressing the inappropriate thoughts in his heart.

Guo Ao's heart was a little heavy, he knew that even if he swung a sword like Yu Changkong, he would still be shrouded in the shadow of Yu Changkong.

When will he be able to surpass this man?

Suddenly, the stone pillar seemed to writhe, and the handwriting at the bottom gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared. Guo Ao looked at this scene in horror, he couldn't believe his eyes!

He took a step forward, and saw that his name engraved with the Spring Water Sword Technique had disappeared.

Could it be that what he has cultivated is not the real Spring Water Sword Technique, so this stone pillar refuses to admit it?

How is this possible! Guo Ao rubbed his eyes vigorously, and suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind him: "What you are cultivating is not the Spring Water Sword Technique, it is the Demon Sword!" ”

Guo Ao Huoran turned around and saw Jiugu like the shadow of a powerful ghost, floating in the flowers and trees. Her eyes were like sharp lightning bolts, slashing at Guo Ao's face. Guo Ao's eyes flashed, and he saw Jiugu holding a jade bottle in his hand, and he understood that the disappearance of Fang Cai's handwriting must be a ghost made by Jiugu!

Sure enough, Jiu Gu raised the jade bottle in her hand and muttered, "So I used fossil water to eliminate it, so as not to defile the Tianyi Pillar of Huayin Pavilion!" ”

Guo Ao felt a surge of anger in his heart, and said sharply: "Jiu Gu, why do you say that my swordsmanship is a magic sword?" ”

Jiu Gu let out a dry, screech-like screech, and said sharply, "Because I am the guardian of the sword spectrum, I know what the real Spring Water Sword Technique looks like!" ”

Guo Ao laughed, and sword light suddenly poured out from his chest, and then suddenly disappeared. Where the stone pillar was smoothed by Jiugu with fossil water, two big characters "Guo Ao" reappeared.

Guo Ao's laughter was full of confidence and pride: "Isn't this the Spring Water Sword Technique?" I think you're an old fool! ”

Jiu Gu screamed, pounced, poured out a few drops of milky white liquid from the jade bottle, and splashed onto the stone pillar, and Guo Ao's re-stabbing handwriting was slowly disappearing again. Guo Ao suppressed his smile, ignored her, and turned to walk behind the archway.

Jiu Gu shouted heartbreakingly: "You can't ring the Huangluan bell, only the real Spring Water Sword Technique can ring this bell!" ”

Guo Ao ignored her and disappeared behind the archway.

The flower trees in the Huayin Pavilion are extremely luxuriant, but behind this archway, there is not even a single flower tree in sight. Behind the archway is a huge staircase, which stretches forward as if it were leading up to the sky. The staircase is also made of white marble, and the whole body is white, full of indescribable solemnity. It was like a giant who bowed his head to the ground, turning his broad spine to the tiny world.

Guo Ao hesitated for a moment and stepped onto the stairs.

In a trance, an invisible slaughter emanated from the stairs, approaching Guo Ao. Guo Ao's heart shook, but he didn't stop and walked straight up.

The staircase was extremely long, as if it had been inserted into the white clouds, and Guo Ao walked for half an hour before he came to the end. At the end is a huge platform, also made of white marble, with almost nothing on it, and it looks extremely empty, only in the middle, a bronze bell hangs.

Guo Ao paced slowly, the bell was lined with a very small platform, but when he looked closer, it was extremely huge, almost four or five times as tall as Guo Ao. The body of the bell is embossed with nine luans and nine phoenixes, each head is more than two zhang high, claws to the sky, wings flying. Although these giant phoenixes are covered with patina in the wind and rain of the years, turning into a deep blue, they are still so arrogant and uninhibited, as if a wind and thunder can wake them up, break through the sky again, and soar above the nine heavens.

Guo Ao's hand slowly stroked up, he could feel the delicate patterns on Luan Feng's body under the patina, and he could also feel the old marks left by the years on this big bell.

Yes, it's an old clock, a clock that can't be older.

It is so old that it reminds people of the ancient Xiao Shao Jiucheng, and there is a legend of Feng Laiyi. It carries the thousand-year-old glory and thousand-year-old memory of Huayin Pavilion.

But with what to knock on? Guo Ao searched around, but he didn't see the bell hammer, and there was nothing on the vast platform except for this bell. The palm of his hand pressed on the bell was slightly forced, but the bell did not even move, let alone ring.

The words of Jiu Gu suddenly rose in his mind, did he have to use the Spring Water Sword Technique to ring this bell?

Only by ringing this bell can the people of Huayin Pavilion be summoned; Only the Spring Water Sword Technique can ring this bell; Only those who have had an epiphany of the true Spring Water Sword Technique can become the master of Huayin Pavilion.

All this was so logical, so he slowly drew out the Wuyang Sword.

He suddenly felt some emotion in his heart. Many years ago, it was also this sword, on this high platform, that performed the spring water swordsmanship, making this huge bronze bell roar.

And now, history is about to repeat itself.

His emotion turned into excitement, and the Dancing Sun Sword in his hand also made a slight sound, as if it was cheering for the coming moment.

Jiu Gu's shrill laughter appeared on the high platform again. She was like a thin bird, squatting on the railing of the high platform, looking at Guo Ao with a cruel smile: "You can't ring it, and you will definitely be punished for blaspheming the bell!" ”

Her voice sounded like a curse: "This high platform is actually a huge formation, and this Huangluan bell is the hub for the formation to be sent. If the Emperor's Bell could not be struck with a single blow, then the Annihilation Formation contained in the high platform would be activated immediately, turning the vain people who tried to desecrate the supreme authority of the Huayin Pavilion Lord into powder. You will definitely suffer such retribution! ”

Guo Ao smiled faintly and said, "In that case, why don't you hurry down so as not to be affected?" ”

Jiu Gu said sharply: "The old body has long wanted to live, in order to see an arrogant person like you suffer retribution, even if the old body accompanies this life, what's the matter?" ”

Guo Ao frowned, and decided not to pay attention to this crazy old woman, and wholeheartedly recalled the sword intent of the Chunshui Sword Technique. The copper-colored scroll slowly opened in his mind, and countless strokes turned into sword moves, which were incomparably clear in his mind.

One sword and ten thousand swords, ten thousand swords are originally one sword, this supreme sword intent made Guo Ao have a sense of freedom, his hand trembled slightly, and the Wuyang sword turned into a streamer, and accurately performed the first form of the spring water swordsmanship: the glacier thawed, and stabbed towards the bronze bell.

Guo Ao didn't think much about the sword technique, and what prompted him to use this sword was not the sword move of the glacier thawing, but the sword intent of the spring water sword technique.

The sword intent shot, turned into a sword move, the inside is the intention, the outside is the move, the move is at will, the intention is to move first, this shot is enough to shake the earth.

A breeze suddenly swept between heaven and earth, brushing Guo Ao's face and his hand. Guo Ao is like riding the wind and clouds to resist the flying dragon, this move is even more agile, and it hits the majestic Huangluan Bell.

A dragon-like roar erupted from the bell, and it seemed that in this instant, it resounded throughout the entire earth!

This sound is like a dragon stinging, and the world will no longer be at peace.

Jiu Gu's body froze the moment this roar sounded.

Guo Ao turned around and didn't say anything, which didn't need to be explained.

Jiu Gu's body trembled violently, and she screamed hoarsely, "Why? Why do you ring? ”

She staggered to her feet and threw herself on the Huangluan Bell. Her thin body slammed against the old and huge bell, and said viciously, "Are you like me, old and confused? ”

She grabbed the bell with her withered nails, kicked it with her thin feet, and even showed a broken tooth in an attempt to bite off a piece of it. But as she said, except for the real Spring Water Sword Technique, no trick can make this bell ring. No matter how mad she tried, the bell remained silent and left her to her death.

Guo Ao shook his head, turned around and walked down the steps. He didn't want to see Jiu Gu again, and for some reason, this crazy old woman always made him uneasy.

As soon as he stepped down the third step of the steps, he suddenly heard the roar of Jiugu behind him: "Since even you have betrayed, what is the use of my old woman living!" ”

Then, a muffled sound came. Guo Ao turned his head in horror and saw the scene of Jiugu's brain collapse. This stubborn and crazy old woman actually slammed into the Huangluan bell with all her strength, and the blood flowed down the jade-white stairs, as if a thick cloud of wounded flowers bloomed at the end of the blue sky.

Guo Ao's heart shook violently, and the remnants of Jiugu's corpse leaned slowly against the ancient bell, but her eyes were still staring at Guo Ao fiercely, which was full of cruelty, just like her last curse: "Desecrate the gods, you will be punished by heaven." ”

These simple words, echoing in the night wind, seemed so sad and terrifying.

Guo Ao has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he has seen countless dead people, but at this time, a great disgust and fear arose from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't stay any longer, staggering down.

But Jiu Gu's eyes that were embedded in death could never be waved away. He couldn't help but scold angrily: "Dead old woman, why can't you get along with me!" ”

As soon as he ran to the archway, his footsteps suddenly stopped, because he saw a group of people standing in front of the archway.

The Huangluan bell rang, and finally summoned the people of Huayin Pavilion.

The expressions on everyone's faces are different, some are frightened, some are confused, and some are disgusted. Obviously, the sudden ringing of the Huangluan bell was beyond everyone's expectations, and they were obviously not prepared.

The Huangluan bell rang, indicating that someone had an epiphany of the true Spring Water Sword Technique, which also showed that the Lord of Huayin Pavilion had a candidate. All eyes converged on Guo Ao who came down from the white marble steps. Their different expressions also appeared in this gaze together.

Guo Ao did not have the joy he had imagined in his heart, on the contrary, these complicated eyes made him think of Jiugu, the blood splashed in front of his eyes, he looked at these people, and couldn't help but think that these people might also have a day when blood was splashed in the sky.

He was groaning when someone snatched out of the crowd and shouted, "Who are you?" How dare you ring the Huangluan bell without permission? ”

That's Lord Han Qing.

Guo Ao was guessing the intention of Lord Han Qing to ask this, when he saw the sword light flashing in front of him, Lord Han Qing's long sword in his hand, and attacked him with a jackdaw playing in the water. Guo Ao has been thinking about the newly learned Chunshui Sword Technique all day, and every move and style in it is in his mind. At this time, although the sword stabbed by Han Qing was both ruthless and fast, and he was also a first-class master in the rivers and lakes, there was no true essence of the spring water swordsmanship in it, so he casually stabbed it out with a jackdaw playing in the water.

As soon as the two sword lights clashed, they were immediately judged. Although Lord Han Qing's sword light was scorching, it couldn't suppress that thin ray of light. This light seemed to come out carelessly, but in an instant, it penetrated the dense sword light and pointed at Han Qingzhu's chest.

So the light of the Heavenly Sword dissipated, and only one sword remained, the Dancing Yang Sword.

Han Qingzhu's face changed color, and he exclaimed, "Spring Water Sword Technique? Have you realized the true Spring Water Sword Technique? ”

The Wuyang Sword did not move, and Lord Han Qing slowly retreated, his face full of fear. Only at the moment when others couldn't see it, the corner of his eye blinked extremely stealthily and gestured to Guo Ao.

Guo Ao's heart swelled with emotion.

Lord Han Qing had long known that he had cultivated the real Chunshui Sword Technique, the Huangluan Bell rang, and everyone knew that the Spring Water Sword Technique had reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and his purpose in doing this was nothing more than to re-emphasize this point, and to point out that the person who knew the Spring Water Sword Technique was the strong man in front of him, that is, Guo Ao.

So everyone's eyes changed. Whether they were frightened, confused, or disgusted, they were now mixed with great respect.

Whoever has an epiphany of the Spring Water Sword Technique is worthy of respect.

This is the rule of Huayin Pavilion.

Guo Ao sighed softly, he knew that he had become the master of Huayin Pavilion, but somehow, he didn't feel the glory that this power brings.

Maybe it's because of Jiugu's turmoil?

He settled down before he remembered his original purpose. He wants to follow Bai Yong's words and use the manpower and material resources of Huayin Pavilion to rebuild Shaolin Temple. Now is the beginning.

His gaze slowly roamed the faces, bodies, and souls of these people, and he tried to see through all their secrets, so as to know if they really admired him. Most people lowered their heads when they came into contact with his gaze, which made Guo Ao feel a little proud. To his confusion, he didn't see two people. Bu Jianchen and Qiu Xuan. This doubt was relieved in an instant, because he knew that Qiu Xuan was not bound by anyone, and Bu Jianchen might not be something that he, a newcomer to the pavilion master, could summon.

In the same way, he found no one like the God of Wealth or Zhongjun.

But he was still amazed by the strength of Huayin Pavilion, because among the gathered people, there were many martial arts that were obviously far above the first-class masters. He groaned and said slowly, "Who is in charge of the secret of this pavilion?" ”

A delicate-looking little girl stepped out of the crowd and gave him a gentle salute. She practiced the etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, not the Wanfu that is now in vogue. This made Guo Ao a little surprised.

The little girl said: "The moon writes the book of the Si Ben Pavilion." ”

Guo Ao nodded and said, "How many Shaolin Temple secrets are in this pavilion?" ”

Yue freehand bowed and replied: "Shaolin Temple cultivates external kung fu, and later from the inside to the outside, it changed into seventy-two unique arts. But Shaolin Temple Kung Fu is by no means more than these seventy-two doors, large and small, a total of 132 kinds of martial arts methods. There are 130 kinds in this school, and only two are missing: the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra. However, according to the assertion of the seventeenth pavilion master, even the two books of mind hidden in the Shaolin Temple are wrong, so they are not included. ”

She said lightly, Guo Ao couldn't help but be a little surprised, and couldn't help asking: "In this way, all the classics of Shaolin Temple are hidden in this school?" ”

Yue freehand said: "According to the records of this pavilion, among the one hundred and thirty-two kinds of martial arts secret books, thirty-six kinds are written by the Bodhidharma patriarch himself, of which twenty-nine are hidden in this pavilion, and there are only five kinds of real books in Shaolin Temple, and two other books are in the rivers and lakes, and I don't know what happened." Later evolved seventy-two arts, this pavilion only has forty-six kinds, the remaining twenty-six kinds are all hidden in the Shaolin Temple scripture pavilion. Of the remaining twenty-two mental methods, only six of them are hidden in the Pavilion, and the others are all copied. Most of these are Shaolin long fists, arhat legs and other kung fu, there is no need to collect the real book. ”

Guo Ao's heart was even more shocked, even the Shaolin Temple, a famous ancient temple gang that has been famous for thousands of years, most of the martial arts secrets of this faction actually fell into the hands of Huayin Pavilion, and the situation of other factions can be imagined.

He didn't want to show the surprise on his face, nodded his head, and said, "If you want to transcribe all these martial arts secrets, how long will it take?" ”

Yue said freely: "It doesn't take time, because this pavilion has been copied three times and collected separately in case of accidents." If you need it, just take it out. ”

Guo Ao nodded and said, "Then take them all out." ”

He raised his head again, looked at everyone, and said, "Who is in charge of the building of this pavilion?" ”

A middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd and said, "Qin Xin." ”

Guo Ao said: "From today onwards, you will lead all the people of the Heavenly Department to be responsible for the reconstruction of Shaolin." Who is in charge of the costumes? ”

A gentle woman said, "Qin Yan." ”

Guo Ao said: "I want you to weave a banner......"

He kept commanding, from the flag, to the details of the reconstruction of the Shaolin Temple, to the propaganda on the rivers and lakes, everything was arranged in an orderly manner. Bai Yong planned all the big things that needed to be done, and the details were handed over to Yue Xiyi and others. It took more than half an hour for Guo Ao to finish all this. But he didn't feel tired at all, but was extremely excited.

When he stood against the wind at the top of Songshan Mountain and slowly unfolded the magnificent banner, his mind was filled with pride.

A manly man, standing up to the sky, should do something heroic!

If you don't leave a name for the ages, you can't be seven feet long!

At this moment, he felt that he was also a great person, and his gestures could decide the fate of the rivers and lakes. Back then, when the sky sword tried the world, was it this kind of heroism?

For the first time, Guo Ao felt that he had done nothing wrong in competing for the position of the master of Huayin Pavilion.

Behind him, more than a hundred skilled craftsmen were working nervously. The Shaolin Temple, which was burned to the white ground of the scorched pond by the fire, gradually restored the original appearance of the solemn law forest under their hands. In the past few days, Lord Han Qing has already found the Shaolin monks who survived the attack of the Tianluo Sect and participated in the reconstruction of the Shaolin Temple together. Huayin Pavilion has people to ask for money, and the reconstruction project is extremely smooth. Those monks were surprised and delighted when they saw it, and from time to time the corners of their eyes turned to Guo Ao, and they immediately changed to admiration.

Guo Ao saw all this, and he knew that his choice was not wrong.

Suddenly, a loud roar exploded on the top of Song Mountain: "Where is the Lord of Huayin Pavilion?" ”

Guo Ao's eyes immediately shot over, and he saw a person who was extremely strong and burly, an ordinary person was seven feet tall, he was nine feet nine tall, full of muscles, full of beards, and his exuberant energy seemed to burst out from the bare muscles. He looks like an angry lion. He was followed by more than a dozen people, all of whom were also dressed in strong suits, and their martial arts were extremely not weak.

Lord Han Qing's face was full of vigilance, and he shouted, "Lord Huayin Pavilion is here!" What do you want? ”

The man's fierce gaze immediately pressed over, and his feet intensified, and he almost ran over.

Lord Han Qing's face tightened, and suddenly there was a plop, and the man knelt on the ground, and bowed to Lord Han Qing, while saying loudly: "Benefactor! Zhu Meng kowtowed to you! ”

This time Han Qing was in a hurry, and hurriedly said, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhu Meng raised his head, his face was full of tears: "I am the thirty-first generation of lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, when this sect was despicable and shameless exterminated by the Demon Sect, I failed to come to the rescue, and I have always been ashamed. Now the benefactor is pouring the power of Huayin Pavilion to rebuild the Shaolin Temple, which is really a great kindness. In the past, Zhu Meng had a lot of lies about your faction, which was really a great crime, where could it compare to the benevolence and chivalry of your faction? Zhu Meng is here to kowtow to the pavilion master, your old man, and in the future, he will repay his kindness. The pavilion master led us to fight the Demon Sect, and Zhu Meng must be at the forefront! ”

As he spoke, he slammed his ear scraper and kowtowed vigorously. The group of people behind him also knelt down together, praising the chivalry of Huayin Pavilion. Lord Han Qing couldn't cry or laugh, pointed at Guo Ao and said, "He is our pavilion master, you admit your mistake." ”

Zhu Meng and the others were stunned, and they grabbed it and kowtowed.

Guo Ao hurriedly stopped them and said, "Martial arts is in such a big difficulty, and all those who practice martial arts should help each other." If you really have a heart, you should do your part, and it doesn't matter if you worship me or not. ”

But Zhu Meng still forcibly kowtowed three times, got up and shouted: "What the old man said is reasonable, let's do some practical actions instead of the gratitude of our mother-in-law." In the future, when the cabinet master needs it, he will naturally see our sincerity. It's too much to talk about now, but it seems that we are hypocritical. Come with me, everyone! ”

They shouted, and they carried their burdens and dug up the mud together, and got to work. They are full of internal strength, strong spirits, and sincere to the Shaolin Temple, and they almost die in their work. In Guo Ao's eyes, he was very happy. From this day on, there were constantly Shaolin disciples and martial artists who received the favor of Shaolin. Just a few days later, hundreds of people gathered in the Shaolin Temple.

Huayin Pavilion is between good and evil, and many people in the rivers and lakes respect it. But at this time, under the leadership of Guo Ao, the Shaolin Temple was rebuilt, and it immediately won great prestige, and these hundreds of people all swore allegiance to the death and were willing to be pawns. Guo Ao didn't have anything to do with them, so he just responded lightly.

Ten days later, the first restoration of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was completed, hundreds of people gathered in the courtyard, looking at the newly painted oil paint, are full of emotion. But thinking of the thousand-year-old temple of Shaolin Temple, it was emptied by the Demon Sect, and now although it is rebuilt, I don't know when it will be able to restore its original reputation, and I can't help but burst into tears.

Guo Ao stood on the steps and looked at them. He knew what they were thinking, and raised his voice: "When this storm is turbulent, the most important thing for the people of my generation in the martial arts is to unite and help each other to fight against the Demon Sect. This cabinet is not talented, and is willing to serve a meager force. Today is the reconstruction of Shaolin Temple, when the Huayin Pavilion is owned. ”

He waved his hand, and a group of disciples slowly walked over with a large box in their hands. The box was full of books, and Qunhao was a little sharp-eyed, and immediately recognized it as the martial arts secret of Shaolin Temple. Immediately screamed. Qunhao immediately boiled.

Everyone knows that if you just build the monastery of Shaolin Temple, it will not affect the overall situation; But if the Shaolin Temple is sent back with the classics that were emptied, then it can be passed on to the fire and pass on this thousand-year-old temple.

Since ancient times, each sect and faction has been secretly collecting secrets from other sects in order to bypass them, but it is really unseen since ancient times that Huayin Pavilion openly shows it to the public, and sends charcoal in the snow. I can't help but admire it in my heart. The only remaining Burning Eyebrow Mage grabbed it, grabbed a copy of "Flower Fingers" and flipped through it, and shouted, "It's true! It's true! He was so excited that he couldn't breathe in and fainted. His disciple hurriedly rushed up to support him, but saw that his hands were still tightly grasping the book and he would not let go.

The corners of Guo Ao's eyes were also a little moist, and he raised his voice: "Let's stay here for a few more days, and after the foundation of Shaolin Temple is stable, are you willing to follow me to Wudang Mountain and rebuild the Wudang faction?" ”

Everyone was stunned, looking at Guo Ao in disbelief, followed by thunderous cheers. The two major factions of Shaolin and Wudang have been friends for generations, and these hundreds of people on Songshan are all connected to Wudang. Some people saw Shaolin rebuilt, and Wudang was still depressed, and they couldn't help but be sad in joy. Listening to Guo Ao say this at this time, how can there be any reason not to be happy? I don't know who took the lead, everyone knelt on the ground together, grateful to Guo Ao for his great kindness.

Guo Ao didn't want everyone to bow down, so he hurriedly rushed up to help them. I only heard Lord Han Qing whisper in my ears: "I originally only admired your martial arts, but now...... I truly believe that you are our Cabinet Master! ”

Guo Ao smiled slightly.

Since the Shaolin Temple has been rebuilt, it is indispensable to do without an abbot. At the insistence of everyone, Master Burning Mei agreed to temporarily take the position of abbot and supervise the rest of the reconstruction work. When everyone talked about it, they were all full of pride, and when it came to the Demon Sect, they all looked forward to the Demon Sect attacking again at this time, but fortunately, under the leadership of Guo Ao, the Demon Sect would be beaten back to West Kunlun. But looking forward to it, there is no trace of the Tianluo Sect.

Guo Ao divided the people of Songshan into two groups, one group was a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, staying on Songshan Mountain to help Shaolin Temple resist possible encroachment. Another group of people followed him south to Wudang Mountain and rebuild the Wudang faction. On the day of parting, the group of heroes were in a mood and were reluctant to let go for a long time. All of them swore that they were willing to be cows and horses to repay Guo Ao's kindness. Another group of high-rollers couldn't hold back, so they went down the mountain early in the morning, gathered friends, and went to Wudang Mountain together.

It is foreseeable that this news will spread to the martial arts in a short time, and then an extremely cohesive force will be formed, and the spearhead will be directed at the Tianluo Sect. The Tianluo Sect first destroyed Shaolin, and then punished Wudang, and its prestige shook the world, and those who originally wanted to be enemies did not dare to act rashly. But now Guo Ao's rebuilding of the Shaolin Temple has undoubtedly given these people enough confidence to make them willing to die to reward their confidants.

When they descended along the Songshan Mountain Road, the cheers of the crowd could not stop, and they almost overturned the entire Songshan Mountain. Guo Ao smiled and watched these high-rollers messing around, not minding at all. Yes, these people's faces flashed like childlike expressions, and they made all kinds of naughty smiles without scruples, and the world was in their hands again.

Suddenly, a sharp hiss rose from the sky, filling everyone's hearts for a moment. It was a scream of despair, utter horror that sent shivers down everyone's shoulders. Everyone paused, stopped smiling, and a look of unease rose on their faces.

They could clearly hear that this scream was coming from the Shaolin Temple.

What happened to the rebuilt Shaolin Temple that they had just walked out of that made the monks in it scream like this? The group of heroes were shocked together, and suddenly the figure flickered, and Guo Ao's figure soared into the sky and shot into the Shaolin Temple!

Only then did Qunhao react and rushed towards the Shaolin Temple. They rushed through the unfinished Daxiong Treasure Hall and the Precept Courtyard, and came to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and then they all stopped. Because they saw Guo Ao standing firmly in front of the gate of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Another thin figure stood at the door of the Scripture Pavilion. The Scripture Pavilion only opened one door, and that figure was none other than Master Burning Eyebrows. Obviously, after the master sent Guo Ao away and them, he couldn't help but feel agitated, opened the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and prepared to practice the martial arts in it. But his figure was fixed at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and he had already stepped into the pavilion with one foot, but the endless fear had already crushed him, making him involuntarily let out a heart-rending scream.

Could it be that something happened in the Scripture Pavilion? Qunhao's gaze swept over, and they didn't see anything.

The scriptures that used to fill the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were all gone. There wasn't even a copy left, and the huge pavilion was empty, leaving only ashes all over the ground.

Huayin Pavilion was transported from thousands of mountains and rivers, and the one hundred and thirty secret books that Shaolin Temple relied on to inherit, as well as the classics preserved by Shaolin Temple itself, all turned into ashes, as if a fire broke out at night.

The body of the Burning Eyebrow Mage trembled violently, Guo Ao's face showed a trace of unbearability, put his hand on his shoulder, and comforted: "Master......"

The Burning Eyebrow Mage suddenly jumped to his feet and hissed, "Impossible! It's impossible! Where have you hidden your books? ”

A crazy look flashed on his face, his thin hands flipped over, grabbed Guo Ao's arm hard, and shouted, "Give them back to me!" ”

Guo Ao's arm was grabbed by him fiercely, and the pain was abnormal. He understood the mood of the Burning Eyebrow Mage, so he didn't think it was wrong. Fang wanted to persuade, but the Burning Eyebrow Mage suddenly had a violent convulsion and fainted in pain.

Guo Ao had a gloomy face and turned his head to look at the people guarding the Scripture Pavilion. This is also the only few remaining monks of Shaolin Temple, whose names are called Fuxian, Puhong, and Puzhi. The three of them looked at each other and said in a deep voice, "We know that no matter what we say at this time, it will not be able to make up for our mistakes. But in the past ten days since we were guarding, no outsiders have ever entered this place. Especially yesterday, there was not even a single person! ”

Guo Ao groaned and said, "Why do you want me to believe it? ”

The three of them laughed miserably and said, "Your Excellency has the grace of rebuilding the Shaolin Temple, and I hope that you can protect the Shaolin Temple in the future." With Your Excellency, I believe that the Shaolin Temple will be safe. ”

A strong uneasiness suddenly rose in Guo Ao's heart, and Fuxian, Puhong, and Puzhi suddenly slapped their palms together and hit him on the forehead!

There was a clatter, and their skulls cracked, and their brains burst out. Guo Ao shouted, and in a trance in front of his eyes, the tragic situation of Jiugu hitting the bell and committing suicide appeared.

Guo Ao hugged his head in pain and bowed down.

Three bodies crashed to the ground, and no one doubted them anymore. Because death is the most real and the most indispensable reason. Qunhao couldn't help but have a terrible thought in his heart: since no one entered the Scripture Pavilion, how did these scriptures burn out? They looked up at the sky, and in the bright daylight, it was a little dark.

Could it really be the death of Shaolin?

The broken heads of the three Fuxian gradually coincided with the images left by Jiugu in his mind, viciously pressing his nerves, as if repeating a sarcastic word: "If you go against the sky, you will be punished by God." ”

Guo Ao gritted his teeth and stood up, he didn't believe in the mandate of heaven, he only believed in his own hands and his own sword. He knew that it was a conspiracy, an elaborate conspiracy. This conspiracy is not directed at Shaolin Temple, or him. Therefore, he will never admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and said, "Summons Huayin Pavilion, send another batch of scriptures!" ”

After speaking, he didn't look at the corpses of Fuxian and the others again, and strode down the mountain. Qunhao followed him silently, although they were also going to rebuild Wudang, but now they had no joy in their hearts.