Zhutian Xianwu Editor

The patched monk's robe was completely stained with blood at this moment.

The pool of blood shed under him, the pool of blood getting bigger and bigger.

"Amitabha Buddha." Fang Zheng's face was peaceful, unlike a person whose body was pierced through the Baishi Sword Hole. He looked at Ji Wushang and calmly said: "Can the donor listen to Lao Na's advice, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

"Your martial arts are so high that the world is afraid of being invincible and invincible in addition to the East. The world is so big that everyone can swim freely. Why bother to commit crimes and let the innocent people die in vain. Let this world martial arts go."

Ji Wushang smiled lightly: "Master, give up, I have no relationship with the Buddha, life is short, how can I think of others, and I only know life and death."

Fang Zheng showed grief and sighed faintly, and his body fell silent.

Ji Wushang looked at Fang Zheng and bowed slightly.

Admire and admire, this does not conflict with whether Ji Wushang kills him.

He walked out of the meditation room and saw that he was surrounded by hundreds of monks, and the aura of hundreds of people was like one, locking him to death.

Bodhidharma Hall, Arhat Hall, Discipline Academy, and Zangjing Pavilion each stand in front. Each is full of breath and unpredictable martial arts. Looking at the rivers and lakes, it is by no means inferior to the top ten masters.

Fang Sheng stared blankly at Ji Wushang who walked out of the meditation room. He looked over Ji Wushang and saw the blood behind him, and his body trembled suddenly.

"Amitabha."

Fang Sheng looked at Ji Wushang: "The donor has a murderous aura and has entered a demon barrier. He will be entangled in sin and karma in the future, and it will be difficult to enter the Pure Land of bliss.

At this time, hundreds of monks knew that the abbot had encountered an accident, and a sense of sadness condensed with the energy, and grief filled.

Ji Wushang smiled and said, "That will disappoint you."

Fang Sheng sighed: "The donor is perplexed, and the poor monk can only cast down the devil to defend the Tao.

The words fell, and a hundred and eight stick monks rushed out, overlapping again.

The figure flickered, and Ji Wushang sealed off in the blink of an eye.

Integral, offensive and defensive.

No one can break through for a hundred years.

Great Arhats!

"hit!"

One hundred and eight people shouted at the same time, and the shadows filled the sky, covering the night and moon.

One hundred and eight people were involved, the air was shaking, and the rain of sticks poured down.

Under the shadow of heavy sticks, Ji Wushang appeared thin, like a small wooden boat under a huge wave, she was about to be shattered.

Ji Wushang was not flustered, standing with his hands down, unmoved.

boom!

The rain of sticks poured out, the rubble flew, and the earth trembled like an earthquake, and the air waves swept across all directions, terrifying.

However, Ji Wushang seemed to turn into an illusion at this time, like a plume of smoke and dust, and like a flash of electric light, blinking through the shadows of heavy sticks.

Like a ghost, Ji Wushang appeared in front of the two monks, sticking out his hands.

A weird suction suddenly appeared, and the monk was frightened, but he couldn't move all over, and watched his skill drain dry, but died.

The two died, and the Arhat formation stagnated.

Ji Wushang seized the opportunity, body like a ghost, without a trace, every time he appeared, he would leave two corpses swallowed to death.

The True Qi in the body differentiates between Yin and Yang, spinning frantically, turning into a whirlpool.

All the alien qi that swallowed the body was quickly swallowed by the vortex, quickly assimilated, and absorbed into one body, and the vortex gradually became larger.

Fang's anger diminished. He looked at Ji Wushang who had devoured his skills, opened his mouth, and said nothing, his pupils gradually hollowed out.

Ji Wushang put down the corpse below, there were no living people around, and there were dead bodies everywhere.

The number of sacrifice points on the small interface in the eyes jumps crazily and increases crazily.

The two qi of black and red are so strong that they can't see the environment, and they keep pouring into his body.

After a long while, Ji Wushang looked at the corpse and said to himself: "What will this martial arts become? Then it will be Zuo Lengchan and the others."

As he said, Ji Wushang paced away.

"By the way, where is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

Above the turbulent rivers and lakes, there were huge waves suddenly.

While countless people were still trembling about Wudang's extinction, the Shaolin Temple of the Martial Arts Zen Buddhism was also found dead, and the whole martial arts was instantly silent.

Then, crazy, questioning, and fearful.

It's messed up, completely messed up.

In black and white, no one can stay out of it, whether it's the magic sect or the orthodox sects. Some are ecstatic, some are upset, and some are at a loss.

Countless people are speculating about who did the destruction of the two great teachings.

Someone went to Shaolin Wudang and found that the two disciples died because of the same people who were constantly dying.

Afterwards, Ren Woxing, Invincible Oriental, and Demon Cult were frequently mentioned.

The former is because of the greatest suspicion, while the latter is because of strength and motivation.

After the death of Yuan Dynasty, the righteous martial arts collective felt life and death for the first time.

Even great sects like Shaolin Wudang die in a blink of an eye, how can they avoid it?

A wave of fear pervades every part of the arena.

For a time, ordinary people discovered that there were a lot fewer people in the rivers and lakes who used to see swords and weapons.

It was inexplicable, but suddenly it felt a lot safer.

At this time, the Songshan faction calmed down instead and did not take the opportunity to gather people's hearts.

After the demise of Shaolin Wudang, countless righteous people turned their attention to the Songshan faction that no one was worried about before.

Although the Songshan School's background is not as good as Shaolin Wudang, the head Zuo Lengchan is recognized as the three masters of the right way with the same name as Master Fang Zheng Chongxu.

But the Songshan School was too quiet, and seemed to be frightened and afraid to appear.