Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Deng Deng Deng!

Guihai Yidao staggered back several steps, his face filled with disbelief, before roaring madly, "Impossible! You're talking nonsense! I'm going to kill you!"

hum!

With a single strike, the world changed color!

The Three Blades of Avici are extremely evil demonic blades, born from the power of hatred.

The stronger the hatred in one's heart, the greater the power of the sword technique.

At this moment, Guihai Yidao's mind was completely replaced by hatred and anger, and the power of this strike far exceeded his own power limit.

A blood-red blade of energy, several meters long, slashed straight into the air.

The air was cleaved open, a fierce wind raged, and the most malevolent energy in the world was gathered there.

Those who face this knife are as if they are under a mountain of knives, their minds dragged into the deepest hell, suffering the most terrible torture in the world.

"Master, be careful."

Lu Zhu, who was being supported by Kong, also felt his eyelids twitch rapidly under the flash of the blade. He then desperately unleashed his Mighty Vajra Palm to strike at the blade energy.

Buddhist and Taoist internal energy surged from his palm, transforming into a golden Buddha's palm.

However, the moment the Buddha's palm came into contact with the blade's energy, it was torn apart.

puff!

With a flash of blood, half of Lu Zhu's shoulder was severed, and blood gushed out.

Despite his injuries, Liao Kong forced himself to use his internal energy to defend himself, but he was still sent flying backward by the blow. The bandages wrapped around his body were torn open, and a deep, bone-revealing knife wound stretched diagonally from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Old wounds haven't healed, and new ones are added.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Guihai roared incessantly, wildly swinging his sword.

Completely losing his mind, he attacked without restraint, his blade flashing everywhere. The entire temple courtyard exploded and turned into ruins, and countless Shaolin disciples perished instantly.

"Stop him now!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were almost bursting open, and he and Zen Master Da Bei, despite their injuries, swung their hands together.

boom!

The two were indeed top-tier individuals; despite being severely injured, they still managed to force Guihai to retreat repeatedly, coughing up blood.

However, this only fueled his ferocity, and as if oblivious to the pain, he continued to charge forward and swing his knife.

This time, the flashing blades enveloped Yue Zhuoqun completely.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled; he was very happy that someone was helping him clean up Shaolin.

So when faced with Guihai's slashing blade, he wasn't angry: "Your blade missed!"

With a wave of his hand, he used spiraling energy to support the blade's light, suddenly pulling it to the side while secretly increasing his strength.

puff……

The Great Compassion Zen Master's body was instantly cut in two, and Fangzheng was also cleaved to the point of near death.

Chapter 72 Who Emptyed the Library?

"Yue Buqun, you are so ruthless!" Fang Zheng roared as he collapsed to the ground.

Having suffered this blow, his life force was extinguished, and he had no chance of surviving.

Guihai Yidao was still going berserk, and in just a few dozen breaths, over a hundred Shaolin disciples were killed.

After this ordeal, even if Shaolin Temple is not wiped out, it will not be able to recover its strength within a hundred years.

"Stop! One cut!"

Just then, a mournful cry came from afar.

A nun was seen running frantically up the steps in front of the Shaolin Temple gate.

Upon hearing this voice, Guihai Yidao, who had lost his mind, shuddered, the bloodshot in his eyes lessened considerably, and he regained his senses slightly.

He turned around and stared blankly at the person who had come in, his brows furrowed. After a long while, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Mother?"

This nun was none other than Gui Haiyidao's mother, Lu Huanong.

Her face was covered in tears, and she said with a sorrowful expression, "Yidao, I was the one who killed your father. If you want revenge, you should come to me."

"No, no way, you're my mother, how could you be the murderer who killed my father?" Guihai Yidao shook his head and staggered backward, but he tripped over a piece of broken brick and rolled on the ground.

He looked like a drunkard at this moment, unable to even stand up straight. Where was the imposing manner he had displayed earlier?

Lu Huanong walked up to him and explained what had happened back then: "Back then, your father went mad while practicing the Three Blades of Avici Hell..."

Guihai Bailian lost his mind and became unable to control himself in order to practice the Avici Path Three Swords, and often went on killing sprees.

To stop him, Liao Kong, Jian Jingfeng, and Qilinzi invited Gui Hai Bailian to Bixie Manor to help him get rid of his inner demons.

Ke Guihai's demonic heart, deeply ingrained by the Hundred Refinements of the Sea, had become irrational, nearly killing Liao Kong and the other two with a single strike.

At the critical moment, Lu Huanong appeared behind Gui Haibailian and stabbed him to death with a dagger.

"One Strike, this is how your father died. If you want to avenge your father, then kill me!"

I just hope that after you take your revenge, you can find a way to forget the three cuts of Avici Hell and rid yourself of your inner demons.

"Don't let your inner demons control you anymore and stop your killing spree."

After Lu Huanong finished speaking, he put his hands together, closed his eyes, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures, looking exactly like someone who was about to be executed.

"H-How could this be?! Ah!"

Guihai Yidao completely broke down, roared, and leaped out of Shaolin.

"One cut!" Lu Huanong called out anxiously, but there was no sign of him anywhere.

At this moment, Fang Zheng was also on his deathbed. He sat cross-legged on the ground, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and weakly spoke:

"Master Yue... you should be satisfied with Shaolin's current state. Please spare the lives of the ordinary disciples."

Almost all of Shaolin's high-ranking officials were killed. Although Lu Zhu was still alive, his shoulder was severed by Gui Hai's sword, and his martial arts were basically ruined.

As for the ordinary disciples, their strength was low, and they were of no use whatsoever.

"As long as they don't interfere with my reading of scriptures and secret manuals, I won't bother killing them."

Fang Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "After my death, Shaolin will be managed by Lu Zhu, and the mountain gates will be closed for a hundred years, and we will no longer have to deal with the secular world."

Regardless of whether Shaolin can recover its former glory, as long as there are disciples alive, the incense can continue and will not be completely cut off.

"Yes!" Several disciples who remained in the arena responded in hushed tones, silently shedding tears.

"Amitabha!"

Finally, he recited a Buddhist chant and closed his eyes completely.

Ignoring the wails of the disciples in the arena, Yue Zhuoqun strode toward the Scripture Pavilion.

The Sutra Repository is a two-story building located in a separate temple courtyard.

The courtyard was very quiet. When Yue Zhuoqun walked in, he made a point of looking around to see if there was an old monk sweeping the floor.

Unfortunately, no.

That makes sense; it's impossible for every era to have a hidden master.

Upon entering the library, the first floor contains ordinary scriptures and common martial arts manuals.

Not all martial arts are Shaolin Kung Fu; you can find martial arts from many other schools.

However, most of them were common goods, which he didn't like, so he went straight to the second floor.

The second floor had far fewer books, consisting mainly of important Buddhist scriptures and martial arts techniques.

Yue Zhuoqun casually picked up a book, which was the Great Compassion Palm from the Seventy-Two Arts.

Opening the manual reveals images of monks performing palm techniques, with lines depicting the flow of internal energy on their bodies, accompanied by several obscure Buddhist cryptic phrases.

After observing for a moment, he suddenly struck out with his palm following the internal energy flow path described above.

Boom!

The windows on the second floor of the library were shaken open, and a strong wind howled, demonstrating considerable power.

Yue Zhuoqun frowned. He could perform this unique skill by following the pattern, but the palm strike he unleashed was extremely vicious, clearly inconsistent with the concept of great compassion.

"It seems the key lies in the Buddhist cryptic language on the side."

Martial arts techniques in the world are not just dry movements and moves; they all have corresponding methods for channeling internal energy.

The pattern only shows the flow of internal energy when it is activated, but there are deep rules about whether the internal energy is fast or slow, whether it needs to be stored up or released in stages.

These techniques and routines are all wrapped in Buddhist esoteric language, and those who are not proficient in Buddhism cannot understand their meaning at all.

Yue Zhuoqun absorbed Old Yue's memories and was familiar with the esoteric teachings of Taoism, but he was not proficient in Buddhist teachings.

That palm strike was delivered with a brutal force, lacking proper technique, and was naturally filled with malevolence.