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Lost more than half of his body, the waist down seemed to have been bombed by a missile, and disappeared completely. The upper body was lying quietly in the arms of the apprentice, and it had been silent for a long time...

And a little ahead, an old monk laughed wildly, completely ignoring the hellish scene around him, completely ignoring the two gaps on his body that were about to cut him to extremes.

In addition to these two wounds, there are many scars on his body that look like raptors pecking at him...

"Okay, okay, Shaolin should be destroyed, it's good to destroy, my devil is merciful, and the devil's master is ups and downs."

Shrill and frenzied laughter echoed across the battlefield, startling two disheveled crows, which hovered over the corpse of another of their kind, wailing endlessly.

His voice lowered, and finally he died with a smile on his face.

Wang Lie slowly shrunk back, standing quietly in the sea of ​​ruins and blood, quietly watching the old monk's last madness.

feet.

Monk Kasyapa sat cross-legged, holding the Taoist formula in his hands, with a peaceful face, as if he had fallen into samadhi.

A gust of wind blows.

The body collapsed suddenly, and the fine powder disappeared with the wind.

A little farther away is a headless corpse with its back facing, surrounded by red and white filth that spread suddenly. An hour ago, he was the abbot of Shaolin.

With a disdainful sneer, he looked away.

Among all the old monks, no matter whether it is the head of each courtyard, or the monks who have been imprisoned or locked up in the back mountain, no one takes a step back. Only this Shaolin abbot Zen Master, who can't do anything when he sees things, even shouted 2.5: Come and find all parties in Qi Wulin A master, to avenge his brothers and seniors.

He was ready to escape while Wang Lie was entangled by Kasyapa.

In the end, he was kicked by Wang Lie with a gravel and headshot.

Turning his back on this vicious big devil is simply asking for his own death.

After scanning the corpses all over the ground, Wang Lie strode towards the Treasure Pavilion.

Now that Shaolin is gone, the countless martial arts secrets and the most important principles of martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion cannot be wasted.

Little Huang Rong lay on Wang Lie's head with her butt pouted and slept soundly. Not long after the battle started, Wang Lie saw that she was disturbed, so he pressed her sleeping point directly to let her have a good night's sleep.

ps: There is no need to write about the specific battles in Shaolin, let’s speed up the plot. (づ Qin 3 Qin)づ

Chapter 110 The Second Demon Lord's Ups and Downs!The world shook! !

cough cough.

Wang Lie covered his mouth and coughed, and saw traces of blood oozing from between his fingers.

At the moment of life and death, Nakassapa finally realized his enlightenment, and with a superb Zhemei hand smashed his Tiangang Balie, which was imprinted on his chest.

It caused Wang Lie's only injury in this battle, and it was also a serious injury.

That move, Wang Lie reckoned, was probably similar to the three great masters of the Great Tang World. Maybe this life-and-death moment broke through the limit, and even if he exhausted all his blows, he would be stronger.

However, Kassapa should also completely exhaust the lamp, and the corpse and precious body will be weathered and gone with the wind.

"Devil...head, why...why do you...definitely destroy my Shaolin!!!"

Wang Lie glanced at the head seat of the Prajna Hall who was only half breathed, and a splintered wooden fiber pinned him to the ground.

I don't bother arguing with the dying person.

The crow flew past his eyes, and when he looked again, the monk had lost his breath.

The corpses of Shaolin monks lined up from Wang Lie's feet to the vast ruins caused by the battle in the distance.

There are hundreds of corpses that can be seen. They are the young Shaolin monks who fought to the death and were not scared away.

They all died here in the end.

Among them was a middle-aged simple and honest monk named Jueyuan, No. 523, who was buried in the side collapsed hall.

The flame is burning fiercely, and it will turn into a coke in a short time.

Looking around, Wang Lie moved his eyes to the sky, and in his eyes...

The twilight at dusk was more vivid than he remembered, and the sunset dyed a red glow, which made him a little dazed.

The fire in Shaolin has lasted for three days.

In the past three days, no one thought of taking advantage of the fire to rob, but the white-haired man walking down the mountain step by step on the flames was really shocking.

In particular, countless monks who were completely destroyed and devastated escaped, and learned from them that Shaolin had been destroyed.

And it turned out to be only one person, or a demon, that caused all of this.

Turning his palms overturned the Daxiong Palace for hundreds of years, easily destroying the joint efforts of Shaolin eminent monks with his own power, without any injuries.

Lord! ! !

Unspeakable shock, or disbelief, or horror, or fear, in short, the news spread quickly.

seven days later.

When the news spread, the world was shocked.

On this day, no one knows the name of the Demon Lord, no one knows.

The power of magic overwhelms the world, and everyone in the martial arts world changes face when they talk about it.