"Punish Shaolin first, and then destroy Wudang, only my demon sect, martial arts is the king!"

Everyone came to the Arhat Hall, and the sixteen statues of the eighteen Arhats except for the dragon and the tiger were all turned around, and the sixteen big characters were extremely dazzling.

"Demon Cult! It's really a Demon Cult!"

A wave of panic spread among the crowd, and few of the Shaolin disciples had experienced the last Demon Sect revival, and it was only now that they had deeply realized the strength and domineering of this force.

"Bastard!"

Some people were frightened when they heard this, and some people were angry and inexplicable, an impulsive disciple drew his sword and was about to scrape off the handwriting, but he fell down just before rushing to the statue of Arhat.

"Poison! Poison! The demon thief smeared poison on the statue of Arhat!"

One by one, the frightened birds screamed and withdrew from the Luohan Hall, and no one dared to approach this realm again.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Sun Fuhu calmed down, shouted loudly, and waited until the crowd quieted down before he spoke again, "Fellow disciples, Shaolin has suffered this disaster, we must cheer up."

In this way, our soldiers are divided into two ways, Senior Brother Wang and Senior Brother Feng...... A few of you are good friends with Wudang, and it should not be long before the thief leaves, so it should be too late to report the news quickly.

The rest of the people, who are willing to stay, will join me to collect the remains of your fellow disciples and mourn the dead. ”

"Leave it to me!"

"I see!"

......

One by one, the Shaolin disciples suddenly had the backbone of their hearts and took their own actions.

Sun Fuhu led people to search all over the huge Shaolin Temple, hoping to find the surviving Tongmen.

Shaolin Temple thousand-year-old temple, the house is continuous, but at this time almost every courtyard has blood stains and corpses, obviously after a very tragic battle, and finally the monks died of the enemy, the body is mostly knife wounds, and there are traces of poison and hidden weapons.

"This, there is not a single corpse of the demon sect thief, have they all been taken away......

Sun Fuhu turned around a few times, but did not find a single person outside Shaolin. After a few more turns, he came to an antique attic.

"Scripture Pavilion!"

Sun Fuhu looked at the attic in front of him, and a trace of fire flashed in his eyes. He chose to stay, of course, with the idea of accepting the inheritance. Judging by the freshness of the blood outside, the great battle took place in twelve hours.

In less than a day's effort, it is unlikely that the people of the Demon Sect will clean up the entire Shaolin Temple very carefully. The Shaolin family has a big business, and even a little 'fish that slips through the net' can double his net worth.

Sun Fuhu thought so, but a figure behind him swept in first, obviously there were many people who had this idea. He hurriedly swept in, but unfortunately, after landing on the ground, it was just an empty attic, and the murderer actually emptied the entire Scripture Pavilion directly!

In the middle of the attic, several white-eyed monks wearing big red robes sat cross-legged, holding lotus treasure seals, and the breath was completely gone, and they had passed away.

His eyebrows were critical, and there was also a knife mark, a pitch-black crack, like a demon's grin.

"This must be the retired figure of the last generation of Shaolin Temple, and I have long heard that the sweeping monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has long been ......heard."

Sun Fuhu walked up to the middle monk and bowed, his gaze swept over the master's knees, and the masonry in this area was sunk deep into the ground, almost an inch deep!

You must know that the floor tiles of the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are paved with 100 grinding bluestones, and the hardness is not inferior to stainless steel, this master can go deep into the inch, and his magic skills are obviously extremely amazing during his lifetime, but he is such a master, but he is also in the hands of the Demon Sect.

"Has the magic knife reappeared?"

The corners of Sun Fuhu's mouth showed a wry smile, as an old master who had experienced the Demon Sect sweeping the rivers and lakes, he had seen the Demon Sect Elder make a move.

Although he didn't know whether the four elders of the Demon Sect were familiar with this high monk, he could still be sure that the Demon Sect Elder's knife would not be able to kill this high monk with one blow. The only thing that can do this is a knife, a magic knife.

"Everyone, come on, Uncle Tianjie is still saved, saved!"

A cry of excitement made Sun Fuhu's heart relax, and he rushed out of the Scripture Pavilion and ran towards the lobby.

"Who has healing medicine. ”

"I still have a little pill here!"

A Shaolin disciple hurriedly took out a long-cherished elixir, and the elixir was sent into his mouth, and several masters worked together to send it into the internal force to help Tianjie turn into a medicine.

"Uh~~"

The Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring slowly opened his eyes, and saw the familiar or impressive faces around him, and pulled the corners of his mouth in front of him, "You, you, all of you, are back." ”

"Uncle Shi, we received the news that the Demon Sect was preparing to attack Shaolin, but unfortunately when we arrived~~~"

Sun Fuhu lowered his head as he spoke, not knowing whether he was sad or happy.

"Ahem, cough, cough~~~"

After listening to his words, the Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring was a little embarrassed, but he still strengthened his strength and asked with some expectation, "Also, how many disciples are there ......?"

He didn't dare to ask the elder abbot, because he already had an answer in his heart, and before he fell unconscious, he felt a knife, and the Demon Sect came prepared, and it was impossible to let go of the high-level of Shaolin Temple.

"Uncle Shi~"

Sun Fuhu saluted again, his eyes were extremely sad, "Except for you, we haven't found any living mouths, and we are all ...... Killed. Including, several masters and ancestors of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are also ~~"

"What are you talking about, uncles and uncles are also ~~"

The Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring looked at Sun Fuhu in disbelief, and after receiving the confirmation, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of reverse blood.

"Ahem~~"

The Venerable Master of Tianjie coughed sharply, and Sun Fuhu and the others, who were watching, were extremely worried and stepped forward one after another.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle Shi, take care of your body!"

......

"I'm fine, I'm okay, help me up!"

The Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring cheered up a little, stood up with the support of Sun Fuhu and a few others, and walked through the familiar Shaolin Temple, the scene of the Shura scene of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood could not frighten him, but watching the familiar figures fall in a pool of blood, his face was infinitely sad.

Coming to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring walked quickly to the corpse sitting cross-legged.

"Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi~~~"

The Venerable Master's gaze was extremely serious, and he looked at it carefully. Dead people can talk, and they never lie.

......

When Sun Fuhu and several junior disciples descended the mountain, the expressions on their faces were quite heavy. Collecting the corpses of hundreds of fellow disciples is obviously not a good thing.

But compared to this, the previous words of the Venerable Master of the Heavenly Ring made him even more worried.

After seeing the remains of several masters, the Venerable Master said to them: "I am afraid that the martial arts of that strange demon sect master has already taken the martial arts alone, and even if he is the third young master of the current generation, I am afraid that he will not be able to compete with him!"

This time the Demon Sect has reappeared, and it is a demon catastrophe......"

Sun Fuhu is silent now, but in the face of the future martial arts catastrophe, he can't see the hope of the future, as a disciple of Shaolin, they have no choice. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Heavenly Immortal Martial Arts Half-Hero Legend Claw Book House" for free for the first time.