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Below, a thousand monks coughed up blood in unison, their bodies swaying and almost unable to stand!

The oppressive aura that had been building up dissipated by more than half in an instant, as if it were about to collapse completely at any moment.

"Li Mochou" hovered in mid-air, lightly patted non-existent dust off her sleeves, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of her mouth: "Weak."

Below, Ku Xin's face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair.

The Arhat Subduing Demon Formation, formed by the combined strength of a thousand people and the unwavering determination to kill when pushed to the brink, was so easily countered by that demon!

He could even see that the demon wasn't serious at all.

She was just playing around, like a cat playing with a mouse, only eating it after she was done playing with it.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks again.

Then, he opened his eyes, a resolute glint in them.

Behind him, seven eminent monks—Kuzhi, Kuhui, Kuye, Kuguo, Kuhe, Kuxinming, and Kuji—also opened their eyes, each with the same resolute look in them.

"Unleash your potential, push it to its full power!" Ku Xin shouted fiercely, his voice booming like thunder. "Even if we can't slay the demon, we'll make her pay the price!"

"Amitabha--!"

The seven high monks simultaneously clasped their hands together and used a secret technique similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, unleashing their true energy without reservation and injecting it into the formation!

Behind them, a thousand monks roared simultaneously, activating their secret techniques and pouring their last breath of true energy into the formation!

After absorbing everyone's true energy, that invisible pressure suddenly surged, transforming into an even more vast and terrifying power!

The air vibrated, the void distorted, cracks appeared on the ground, and the surrounding ruins trembled continuously!

"Li Mochou" hovered in mid-air, feeling the surge of power, and still shook her head.

There is still a significant gap between them and the four major martial arts legions.

"Boring."

She raised her right hand, aiming it at the invisible force.

Absorption Technique - Full Power Activation!

call--!!!

A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from her center!

The suction force was so strong that it seemed to devour the entire world!

The air vibrated, the void twisted, and a huge, visible vortex condensed above her head, like an abyss that devoured everything!

Under the pull of the Absorption Technique, that invisible force began to tremble violently, as if it were about to be pulled into an abyss by the suction force!

The monks who formed the formation felt their internal energy flowing out like a flood breaking through a dam, being pulled away by that suction force!

They wanted to resist, but found that they were powerless to resist!

That suction force was like a bottomless abyss; no matter how much true energy they poured in, it would be completely swallowed up!

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, that invisible force weakened and dissipated at a visible speed, eventually turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing into the air.

The thousand warrior monks who formed the formation had all turned into dried corpses, lying on the ground, lifeless.

On the platform, only the eight eminent monks remained, standing amidst the ruins.

Most of their vital energy had been drained away, leaving them pale, barely breathing, and on the verge of collapse.

But they are still alive.

This was deliberately left by "Li Mochou".

She slowly descended to the platform, looked at the eight old monks, and said calmly, "Any last words?"

He painstakingly raised his head, looked at that cold face, opened his mouth, but ultimately only uttered, "Amitabha..."

Then, he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and sat down cross-legged.

The other seven high monks also sat down cross-legged, put their hands together, and closed their eyes.

Li Mochou looked at them, remained silent for a moment, and seemed unhappy.

At this moment, you should be crying and begging for mercy, not facing death with courage and sacrificing yourselves, which makes me unhappy!

She slowly raised her right hand, activating the Absorption Technique.

The bodies of the eight eminent monks rapidly withered and shriveled...

In less than three breaths, only eight mummies remained on the platform, sitting cross-legged with their hands clasped together, as if they were still chanting scriptures.

Li Mochou withdrew her hand, not even glancing at the eight mummified corpses, and turned to look at the ruins.

Shaolin Temple was razed to the ground.

That once-arrogant ancient temple, with its thousand-year history, is now completely reduced to ruins.

Those so-called enlightened monks have now turned into mummies.

She closed her eyes and felt the extra wisps of true energy within her body.

The true energy of those eminent monks had already been absorbed into her body and stored in several empty small dantians. The true energy of eight top-tier masters directly filled the 90 units of capacity in the eight small dantians beneath her.

She used that essence and blood to strengthen her physical body, pushing her physical strength to the same level as "Tie Xinlan"—she could swing one arm and feel three thousand jin, and her pure physical strength had reached its current limit.

At the same time, the martial arts accumulated by more than a thousand Shaolin monks flooded into her mind like a tidal wave.

The essence and mysteries of countless Shaolin martial arts unfolded in her mind: the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, the Yi Jin Jing, the Xi Sui Jing, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, the Great Compassion Palm, the Vajra Finger, the Subduing Demon Staff Technique, the Bodhidharma Sword Technique...

Any one of those martial arts techniques, taken individually, would be enough to make people in the martial arts world fight tooth and nail for it.

At this moment, they all converged in her mind alone.

The martial arts systems in Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Legendary Twins are quite different. The martial arts accumulated by these thousands of Shaolin monks gave her a deeper understanding of the martial arts system in this world.

She combined that knowledge with the martial arts system she brought from the world of The Legendary Twins, allowing it to collide, merge, and sublimate. Many previously vague concepts gradually became clear, and many previously inaccessible bottlenecks began to loosen.

Although Shaolin Temple's martial arts are not as profound as Mingyu Gong and Jiayi Shen Gong, they are superior in that they are complete in system and solid in foundation, which is of great value in completing her martial arts system.

But it's only valuable; it's not very useful, and it can't help her already terrifying martial arts skills advance any further. It's mainly about accumulating insights.

She turned around and looked beyond the ruins.

There, many Shaolin monks were still fleeing in all directions, trying to escape this ruin that had become a hellish place.

She didn't chase after him.

Killing those low-ranking monks would be pointless and a waste of time.

Moreover, they had witnessed the destruction of Shaolin Temple and the arrival of the demon god.

This fear will accompany them for the rest of their lives, never to be erased, and for them, it is more tormenting than death.

Hunting them down would be troublesome and unprofitable, and they wouldn't pose any threat to her anyway, so there was no need to waste time on it.

With a swift movement, she landed on the pagoda that was still upside down in the ruins of the Mahavira Hall. She forcefully extinguished the raging fire around her with her true energy, then sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to digest the martial arts she had just absorbed.

A night breeze swept by, lifting her clothes and hair, creating a stunning silhouette in the moonlight.

All around were broken walls and ruins, firelight and smoke, death and destruction.

She sat atop the ruins, meditating with her eyes closed, like a deity looking down upon all living beings.

Time passed silently.

On the morning of the third day, as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the ruins of Shaolin Temple, a group of figures appeared on the distant mountain path.

Ma Xiaotian, Wu Santong, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, Mu Nianci, Yang Tiexin... and Lin Yunshuang, the leader of the Ancient Tomb Sect who was urgently summoned by them.

They hurried along, looking tense, preparing to rescue people at Shaolin Temple.

But when they crossed the last mountain ridge and saw the scene before them, everyone was stunned.

On Mount Shaoshi, the once majestic and solemn Shaolin Temple had been reduced to ruins.

Broken walls and ruins, scorched earth and dust, collapsed buildings and shattered Buddha statues everywhere.

A faint smell of blood and burning still lingered in the air.

The ruins were deathly silent, devoid of even the chirping of birds and insects, as if life itself had vanished from this place.

In the center of those ruins, on the stupa that was upside down in the ground, a figure in white was sitting cross-legged.

The morning light shone on her, giving her a soft golden glow.

She sat there quietly, motionless, as if she were one with the whole world.

Her aura was so vast and profound, like an invisible abyss that seemed to devour everything around her.

Ma Xiaotian's legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

"This...this is Shaolin Temple?!" His voice trembled. "How...how could it have turned out like this?!"

Wu Santong was also dumbfounded and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing deep shock in each other's eyes.

Mu Nianci covered her mouth, her eyes reddening: "Was it...was it made by Miss Li?"

Yang Tiexin was silent for a moment: "Besides her, there is no one else."

Lin Yunshuang stood at the forefront, looking at the white-clad figure on the ruins, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She received a message from Ma Xiaotian yesterday saying that Li Mochou had been captured by Shaolin Temple, so she rushed over from Zhongnan Mountain without stopping.

But to her utter surprise, when she arrived, she found not that Shaolin Temple had imprisoned Li Mochou, but that Li Mochou had razed Shaolin Temple to the ground.

“Mo Chou…” she murmured, her voice filled with disbelief.

Am I dreaming?

At that moment, the white-clad figure on the roof slowly opened its eyes.

Her gaze pierced through the morning light and landed on the crowd in the distance, a slow smile curving her lips.

That smile was as bright as the sun, yet it carried a hint of something unfathomable.

"Oh, it's the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, Elder Renji, Metal Element Warrior, and the Old Immortal!" she said happily.

Upon hearing this title, everyone was taken aback.

Little Red, who had almost been killed by Ku Xin's palm while protecting its master, has recovered on its own in just four or five days. It excitedly stuck out its tongue and hissed: It's the master! It's the master!