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Ma Xiaotian was immediately overjoyed: "It's Mochou! It's Mochou! Mochou is back! We're saved!"

Ouyang Feng, your death is near!

Chapter 142: Destroying Shaolin and Jin was not enough, you also want to destroy Song?

The news of Shaolin's destruction spread like wildfire across the country in just a few days.

The entire martial arts world was shaken.

At first, no one believed it.

That's Shaolin Temple! A thousand-year-old temple, a sacred Buddhist site, where all martial arts under heaven originated!

Even though they have been secluded for many years due to the Fire-Worker Monk incident, their foundation remains, and they are full of experts. How could they be so easily destroyed?

Everyone is trying to find out which force was behind it.

Some people guessed it was the imperial court, after all, the Shaolin Temple's thousand-year history is unimaginable, and perhaps only the imperial court has such power.

Some people speculate that it is the Quanzhen Sect. As the largest sect in the world today, it is normal for the Quanzhen Sect, as a Taoist force, to have conflicts with Buddhist forces. They have both the strength and the motive.

Some people speculate that it's because of "Li Mochou" that Jiaxing Zuixianlou became famous. After all, Zuixianlou's advertising team could fight so fiercely against so many masters from Wanyan Honglie's mansion in Zhongdu. You can imagine what kind of monster Zuixianlou must be.

However, as the investigation deepened, some monks who had escaped from Shaolin Temple finally revealed the truth.

Some of the monks were erratic, some were taciturn, some were in tears, and some were trembling. But when asked about the truth behind the destruction of Shaolin, their answers were all the same:

"It's...it's a person..."

"White-clad, demon, demon god... She's not human, she's a demon..."

"She uprooted the Confession Pagoda and smashed the main hall into ruins... even the Buddha's golden statue was shattered..."

"Thousands of monks, the Arhat Subduing Demon Formation... before her, they were like ants..."

"The abbot, the head monk... they're all dead... they've all turned into mummies..."

Those fragmented, incoherent descriptions pieced together an unbelievable picture—

One person, in less than an hour, wiped out the entire Shaolin Temple.

Not only were almost all the people killed, but the entire area of ​​palaces and buildings was also swept away, and the mountain gate was leveled!

The news caused an uproar.

The person who committed this heinous act that angered both heaven and man was none other than Li Mochou, the little fairy of the Ancient Tomb who had previously killed a top-tier swordsman with a single sword strike, caused a snowstorm to fall from the sky, and challenged Ouyang Feng to a duel at the Forbidden City!

This name has shaken the martial arts world twice in just two months.

The first time was when she killed Ouyang Ke with a single sword strike, which triggered a heavy snowfall, and she challenged Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, to a duel at the Forbidden City.

The second time, right now, she single-handedly destroyed Shaolin!

However, the attitude towards this name in the martial arts world is full of contradictions.

Because after that first tremor, she did not appear at the Forbidden City as promised.

Ouyang Feng waited in Zhongdu City for several days but didn't see a single person. He was stood up, which enraged him, and he hunted down Li Mochou's gang for two months.

Almost everyone in the martial arts world believes that the Ancient Tomb Fairy's skills are nothing but boasting, and that challenging Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison, is an arrogant and ignorant statement. In reality, Ouyang Feng would be faster than a rabbit if he came.

Those who were initially wary of her now scoffed at her.

Those who had initially had high hopes for her were also disappointed.

Just when everyone thought she was nothing but a clown, she actually destroyed Shaolin Temple?

Is this reasonable?

Of course it's unreasonable!

Ouyang Feng thought so too.

He was standing on a hilltop in Shaoshi Mountain, gazing at the ruins in the distance.

Shaolin Temple.

He had been there for half an hour, but had not come any closer, because an eerie feeling permeated the ruins of Shaolin Temple, making him uneasy.

“Li Mochou…” he murmured the name, his voice carrying an indescribable emotion.

He had just fought Li Mochou a few days ago.

Back then, she was just a second-rate character; he wouldn't even use one move against her in a one-on-one fight.

If it weren't for that damned bald monk's painstaking efforts to stir up trouble with a group of monks, he would have already captured Li Mochou and forced her to reveal the true culprit who killed his Ke'er.

But now, Li Mochou has destroyed Shaolin Temple?

How could one person raze the entire Shaolin Temple to the ground in less than an hour?

Ouyang Feng's first reaction was disbelief.

He had ample reason to suspect that all of this was just the Shaolin monks going crazy and talking nonsense. In reality, Shaolin had not been destroyed at all; it was all just a rumor!

Ouyang Feng has roamed the martial arts world for decades; what storms and waves hasn't he seen?

One person wipes out Shaolin? Are you kidding me!

Even for him, it would take several days to kill all of the thousands of Shaolin monks.

As for destroying the entire Shaolin complex... he really didn't know how to do it.

Let alone him alone, even if tens of thousands of troops with heavy siege equipment came and bombarded Shaolin for a month or two, he probably wouldn't be able to destroy it so thoroughly.

So he decided to come and see for himself.

He never had a good impression of the Shaolin Temple—those bald monks had snatched Li Mochou from him and let Ma Xiaotian and the others escape, ruining his plans.

He was just thinking about how to take revenge when he heard the news that Shaolin Temple had been destroyed.

If this is just a rumor, then that's perfect. He can take this opportunity to cause trouble at the Shaolin Temple and vent his anger.

If it's not a rumor...

That's impossible! Even traditional storytellers wouldn't dare to write something so fantastical!

However, everything before him told him that nothing was impossible, and that reality was far more absurd than fiction.

Ouyang Feng took a deep breath, his figure blurred, and he swooped down the mountain like a large bird, flying towards the ruins.

He wanted to see exactly how Shaolin was destroyed. He didn't believe it was the work of human hands and was more inclined to believe that Shaolin had suffered a natural disaster.

However, when he flew over the last mountain ridge and finally saw the entire Shaolin Temple, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

what is that?

He saw a stupa stuck upside down in the ground.

That pagoda, standing six zhang tall and weighing over 100,000 jin, is one of the iconic buildings of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, it is standing upright upside down in the ruins of the Mahavira Hall, its body penetrating the entire ruins and deeply embedded in the ground, with only most of its body protruding out.

It was like a javelin thrown down from the heavens by a god, piercing the earth with tremendous force, yet somehow remaining intact.

Ouyang Feng stood in front of the pagoda, silent for a long time.

This was certainly not something that could be done by human effort, but it also didn't seem like a natural disaster at all.

He finally understood why the surviving monks were all chanting about the descent of the demon god; only a demon god could pull off such a scene.

He flew closer, reached out, and gently touched the tower.

It feels icy cold to the touch, carrying a chilling sense of dread.

He could imagine what it must have looked like—

A figure in white, suspended in mid-air, lifted the pagoda weighing over 100,000 jin with a single grasping motion, and then swept it across the Shaolin Temple as if wielding a toy, crushing buildings one after another.

Finally, she hurled the pagoda like a javelin at the main hall, and everything collapsed and shattered under the immense power of the gods and demons…

Ouyang Feng's eyes were sharp as he unleashed his senses to the fullest extent, capturing details and sketching a more concrete picture in his mind.

Soaring into the air, suction, icy cold, dressed in white, peerless beauty.

Sudden--

A strange feeling suddenly emanated from the white-clad figure in his imagination and invaded his mind!

It was an indescribable feeling, as if an invisible hand was tearing at his consciousness, trying to drag him into endless darkness.

It was a powerful, maddening demonic energy, filled with madness, violence, bloodlust, and a desire for destruction, as if it were turning him into a crazed monster who only knew bloodshed and slaughter!

Ouyang Feng's face turned deathly pale instantly!

He immediately activated the Toad Stance, focusing all his energy on resisting the corrupting influence of the demonic force.

That demonic force, as if it were alive, kept assaulting, tearing, and eroding his mind, trying to break through his defenses.

Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and his whole body trembled.

He could sense that the demonic energy did not actually come from his imagination, but rather permeated the entire ruins, as if it had become one with the ruins, and was triggered by his spiritual sense of seeking the truth, and thus erupted.

That was the residual demonic energy left behind by that demon when he destroyed Shaolin!

Several days have passed, but that demonic force has not dissipated; on the contrary, it remains so strong and terrifying!

Ouyang Feng resisted with all his might for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before he could barely suppress that demonic energy.

He was panting heavily, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He looked up at the ruins, his eyes filled with horror.

"The remaining demonic energy... it actually possesses such power..."

He murmured, his voice filled with a deep fear.

He couldn't imagine just how powerful the demon's evil nature must be.

I'm afraid... just one look at him would be enough to drive him to madness, right?

Ouyang Feng slowly stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then turned around and left the ruins without looking back.

He dared not stay any longer.