The battle of Shaolin finally ended at the cost of the death of the three congenital masters of Shaolin and the death of hundreds of monks. After this battle, Shaolin, which was already in decline, completely declined, and Zhenyong, who was seriously injured, had to stand up and surrender to Lu Heng.

Today's Shaolin, there are still hundreds of monks, but most of them are new disciples of very low seniority. They were not allowed to participate in the previous war, but let these low-strength little novices survive.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Zhenyong closed his eyes in pain, and two lines of clear tears flowed down.

It turns out that monks also shed tears.

"Master Zhou, how can you let me go of Shaolin?" Zhen Yong spoke in despair.

A tragic atmosphere permeated the air, when, Shaolin Temple actually bowed to the devil frequently?

Twenty years ago, the six-fingered qin demon was like this, and today's magic fist, what is the same?

Lu Heng looked at Zhen Yong and said indifferently: "I want to enter the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion." ”

Zhen Yong agreed without the slightest hesitation.

He is an extremely smart person, he knows very well that with today's Shaolin, he can't keep those martial arts cheats at all, rather than being killed by Lu Heng, it is better to directly meet his requirements.

"Zhou Shizhu can be entrenched in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a month, and after a month, my Shaolin will close the mountain, and after that, Shaolin will not ask about the affairs of the rivers and lakes." True courage is the way.

"Okay." Lu Heng nodded, and agreed to come down.

After Lu Heng entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a monk with hair slowly walked towards Zhenyong.

"Uncle Shi." When he arrived in front of Zhenyong, the monk folded his hands and bowed solemnly.

Zhenyong sighed with emotion: "Lu Zhu, Lu Zhu, Shaolin will be handed over to you from now on." ”

"The disciple will definitely live up to the expectations of the uncle!" Lu Zhu said with a firm face.

At this time, at the foot of Songshan Mountain, the heroes who were driven down by the monks had not yet dispersed, and they were all waiting for the results of this battle.

Is it the Divine Monk to destroy the demons, or the Divine Fist Town Shaolin?

With the explosion at the top of the mountain, the result of this battle was finally heard.

When the heroes learned of such a tragic result, they were all shocked and inexplicable, and they couldn't help themselves for a long time.

No one expected that the Demon Fist Zhou Siwei would be so strong! It's also ruthless to this extent!

The Shaolin Temple, which has been inherited for thousands of years, actually fell in a war and retired to the rivers and lakes!

Old Agni was silent for a long time before he sneered and said, "At least the Heavenly Demon Qin is gone from now on!" Let's go, the excitement is over! ”

Mr. Six Fingers said to Fu Yunjun: "What kind of person do you think Zhou Siwei is?" ”

It was the first time he had abandoned all prejudices and wanted to understand a person so carefully.

Fu Yunjun thought for a while and said, "You're a good person......

The good Lu Heng has been immersed in the world of martial arts for a month, completely unaware that the entire Jianghu has been completely subverted and turbulent because of his performance against the sky in the Shaolin War.

The biggest winner of the Shaolin War, except for Lu Heng, is Lao Agni.

This old guy who is as smart as a fox not only preserved the strength of the Flame Palace in this battle, but also befriended Lu Heng. As the only remaining sect among the six major factions, the Agni Palace soon formed an alliance with the Moro Alliance, and the two major forces swept across the rivers and lakes, sweeping away the forces of Kongtong, Tianlong Villa, and Diancang Sect, and incorporating all their sect inheritances into their own sects.

Since then, the rivers and lakes have entered a situation where the Fire Palace and Moromon are competing for supremacy.

However, Old Agni was very smart, he knew that he couldn't match Lu Heng, so he made a very smart decision - to move west!

He moved the entire sect west to the Kunlun Mountain in the Western Regions, where he took root and gained a foothold, changed the Flame Palace to the Kunlun faction, and recruited disciples.

He gave up all the great mountains and rivers of the Central Plains to Moromon.

Moromon, the "victim alliance" originally formed because of solving physical problems, has become the number one faction in the world in this way!

And Zhou Siwei, the patriarch of the Moromon faction, was even pushed to the altar of martial arts!

Shenquan Zhou is in danger, no one knows, no one knows, Shenwei is the world!

Even the imperial court ignored his humiliation of the two defeats of Dongchang, and the name became taboo in the imperial palace, and it is said that if anyone mentioned it, it would cause the emperor to be furious.

A month later, Lu Heng walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

In front of the Shaolin Mountain Gate, the Moromins, who had grown to tens of thousands of people, under the leadership of Tiezhu, Land Rover and others, bowed down together and shouted in unison: "Meet the alliance leader!" ”

Lu Heng smiled indifferently and said, "I will fulfill my promise and teach the "Washing the Pulp Sutra". ”

Tens of thousands of people suddenly cheered, and the sound shook the sky.

Lu Heng did not directly publish the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" to the world, but only passed it on to a few hall masters.

As for how they arranged it, Lu Heng didn't care.

Immediately, Lu Heng stepped down as the leader of the Moro League and passed it to Tiezhu.

He has no interest in power at all, the Moro League is just an accidental product, and he is not optimistic about the future of the Moro League, if he is there, he can still suppress it for a while, if he is not there, this force gathered together because of interests will not be able to escape the end of dissipation due to interests.

He suggested that Tiezhu should better cut the gang and keep only the faithful and gifted, or simply start anew. But Tiezhu swore to him that he would never let the Moro League fall into the prestige of the first alliance in the world.

In this regard, Lu Heng has nothing to say, power will always blind people's eyes and change a person's heart.

It is worth mentioning that Jiang Asheng attempted to assassinate Drizzle and was killed by Lu Heng with a punch on the spot, and everyone in the Moro League was silent, and their fear of Lu Heng was simply engraved in their bones.

Lu Heng didn't see Qiu Moyan again, this woman was deliberately avoiding him.

However, Lu Heng didn't bother to guess her thoughts, he handed Tie Zhu three martial arts secret books, all of which were suitable for Qiu Moyan's cultivation, and told him to hand them over to Qiu Moyan together with the complete version of the "Washing the Pulp Sutra".

With Moromon's current power, it was really easy to find Qiu Moyan's hiding place.

Moreover, Tie Zhu now respects Lu Heng like a god, and naturally does not dare to disobey his words in the slightest.

Subsequently, Lu Heng said goodbye to the drizzle on a rainy night, copied many martial arts cheats for her, and left quietly.

Moromon breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Heng, who was like a demon god, gave them pressure like mountains and seas.

After that, the trace of the Divine Fist became a mystery, and the Divine Dragon became invisible.

Some people say that he once saw the Divine Fist and the Flame Ancestor in the desert of the Western Regions drinking and carnivaling.

Not long after, someone had seen Shenquan and a woman fighting on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, this woman actually learned the bloody palm of the evil martial arts that swept the rivers and lakes a hundred years ago, but she was still not the opponent of Shenquan, and in three rounds, she was killed by Shenquan Zhou Hei.

Later, the legend about the trace of the Divine Fist became more and more difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it was ethereal.

A few years later, Zhou Xiaoxuan rebuilt the Emei faction in Mount Emei, and the drizzle threw it in, and Emei gradually became a new force in the martial arts.

Moromon was torn apart shortly after by falling into a civil war. The Kunlun faction invaded the Central Plains, and the Flame Patriarch became the first in the world again after Lu Heng.

It's just that his reputation is far inferior to that of the Divine Fist.

Hundreds of years later, the Divine Fist has become a legend, but his deeds are still talked about. There is no one like him, who suppresses the entire martial arts by himself.