Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

Especially since the death of Huo Qilin who guarded Lingyun Grotto, all the blood bodhisattvas have been taken away by Feng Wuhen.

"Don't talk too much, just accept it quickly."

Feng Wuhen urged.

He had seen just now that Zhang Sanfeng had been deeply poisoned, if he continued to delay, Immortal Da Luo might not be able to recover.

Zhang Sanfeng no longer hesitated, raised his head and swallowed Xue Bodhi.

Then a burst of red light flashed on Zhang Sanfeng's face, flickering on and off.

Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly exercised his energy and adjusted his breath, and soon his dark and purple complexion began to recover. After opening his mouth and spitting out a large mouthful of black blood, his complexion finally turned warm.

It is worthy of being called Blood Bodhi, it is indeed miraculous!

Afterwards, Feng Wuhen asked Lan Xinyu to share a blood bodhi for the Wudang Seven Heroes, helping them to force out the poison in their bodies.

The five sects onlookers looked at Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang who had come back from the brink of death one after another. What was in their eyes was not unwillingness after the enemy was rescued, but jealousy, deep jealousy.

Of course they know what Blood Bodhi is, and it takes great fate to get one in a lifetime, but they didn't expect Feng Wuhen to give away eight in a blink of an eye!

So extravagant!

Soon, the Wudang Seven Heroes, who had been detoxified from the poison, began to force the poison to heal the poisoned disciples.

Feng Wuhen didn't take out any extra blood bodhi. First, because there were too many people, he couldn't give one to each of the Wudang disciples. Second, because the rest of the Wudang disciples were too weak. , not only can't control the demon nature contained in the blood bodhi, and it is very likely that he will be killed suddenly by the powerful effect of the blood bodhi.

After handling it properly, Feng Wuhen turned around and looked at the dazed head of the five sects.

"The person you are going to deal with is me, why do you want to embarrass Wudang again? Whose instigation?!"

Feng Wuhen glanced across the faces of the five sects one by one, and asked lightly.

He always felt that the reunion of the five sects in Wudang might have been instigated by someone.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, all the heads of the five sects turned their heads away to avoid Feng Wuhen's gaze, but some people glanced at Kongwen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple intentionally or unintentionally.

"Since this is the case, then everyone should not even think about leaving alive today!"

Feng Wuhen's complexion paled, and he said coldly.

"Everyone, don't be afraid! Even if he, Feng Wuhen, takes action himself, we have so many people, we don't believe we can't defeat him! The order to kill evil is here, everyone obeys the order, kill Feng Wuhen! Destroy Tianyahai Pavilion!"

As soon as Feng Wuhen's words fell, Ding Minjun in the crowd suddenly raised the evil order in his hand again, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Seeing the Xiexie Order, the heads of the other four sects, who were already terrified, couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and the momentum that had been suppressed by Feng Wuhen regained it.

"Feng Wuhen! Tianyahai Pavilion has become the target of public criticism! You will no longer have a foothold in the martial arts of Kyushu! I advise you to catch it with nothing! Otherwise, you will only die!"

He Taichong summoned up his courage, stared at Feng Wuhen and echoed loudly.

After hearing He Taichong's words, some people in the crowd immediately joined in, accusing Feng Wuhen one after another.

"Even if all Kyushu martial arts are assembled, what can I do?!"

Feng Wuhen squinted his eyes, and said coldly, with a sneer of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

"Even if you are strong in martial arts, do you think you can kill everyone in Kyushu martial arts?!"

He Taichong said with a cold snort.

"Then start with you!"

Feng Wuhen sneered, and as the words fell, he suddenly rushed out like lightning, and rushed in front of He Taichong in a blink of an eye!

A burst of silver light flashed!

Blood splashes!

Immediately afterwards, he saw He Taichong staring with frightened eyes, and he had already fallen straight down!

His throat was instantly cut off by Feng Wuhen's sword!

"what?!"

"Dead! This..."

"He really killed Head He with a sword?!"

The crowd of the five sects burst into exclamation again, and everyone looked at Feng Wuhen who was close at hand in horror, trembling all over, and breaking out in cold sweat!

He Taichong is really dead!

He deserved to die five years ago, and no one could save him this time.

"Feng Wuhen, you..."

"Those who violate my Tianyahai Pavilion, die!"

Guan Neng, head of the Kongtong faction, widened his eyes, and was about to say something, but Feng Wuhen had already spoken coldly, and then rushed out again, heading straight for Guan Neng!

Seeing this scene, the five elders of Kongtong hurriedly stood in one place, before they had time to say anything, the five joined forces to face Feng Wuhen!

But before they could fully use their moves, the Yitian sword in Feng Wuhen's hand had already swung out again, instantly turning into five afterimages, passing by the five elders of Kongtong!

Five muffled hums sounded almost simultaneously!

Looking at the Kongtong Five Elders again, all five of them stood still in place, unable to move even half a step!

Immediately afterwards, almost at the same time, all five fell face-to-face!

"died?!"

"The five elders of Kongtong are also dead!"

The crowd once again burst into exclamation!

No one thought that Feng Wuhen would kill the head of the Kunlun faction and the five elders of Kongtong in a blink of an eye!

At this moment, everyone has awakened, Feng Wuhen is really going to kill!

Unfortunately, they seem to understand a bit late...

Chapter 177 Blood Stained Wudang

Wudang.

in front of the main hall.

Facing Feng Wuhen's unhesitating killing of six masters from the five major sects, all the five major sects stood still, not knowing what to do.

Especially the disciples of the Kunlun and Kongtong sects were all dumbfounded. Although they were filled with grief and anger at the tragic death of the master, none of them dared to stand up!

"Who else?!"

Feng Wuhen turned around slowly, looked at the remaining heads of the three sects, his voice was cold.

No one dared to talk, and no one dared to look into Feng Wuhen's murderous eyes.

Perhaps because of Feng Wuhen's ruthlessness, some people had guessed what would happen if they continued to stay, so some people started to run away.

But Lan Xinyu had already led dozens of sword-wielding women to surround all the five factions. Although the number was at a disadvantage, none of them could break out of the encirclement for a while.

Among the chaotic crowd, there was also the head of the Huashan School.

"Such a bastard, it's in vain to be called the head of a faction!"

A sneer flickered at the corner of Feng Wuhen's mouth, and then he rushed out again, heading straight for the head of the Huashan faction who was mingling in the crowd and trying to escape!

In a blink of an eye, Feng Wuhen had already rushed behind the head of the Huashan School, this time he didn't draw a sword, but swung a palm with all his strength, hitting the back of the head of the Huashan School!

A desperate scream came instantly!

I saw that the head of the Huashan School had fallen to the ground and never got up again.

Maybe he didn't want to know whose hands he died at the moment of his death. He didn't dare to look back, because he didn't want to see those eyes that would fall into a nightmare even if he was under the nine springs.

A trace of fear that was so suppressed that it was hard to breathe shrouded the hearts of all the remaining people, and almost everyone saw their own death.

They now know how unwise this trip to Wudang was.

It's a pity that there are some things, once done, there is no possibility of regretting it again!

Standing not far away, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Feng Wuhen who was enveloped in murderous aura. He wanted to stop him, but he couldn't find an excuse to make Feng Wuhen put down the butcher knife.

Some people are doomed to pay for what they did.

"Maple Benefactor, that's enough!"

At this moment, Kong Wen, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, finally plucked up his courage, and shouted at Feng Wuhen, who was red-eyed.

Feng Wuhen turned around slowly and looked at Kong Wen.

"not enough."

Feng Wuhen shook his head and said coldly.

"Five years ago, you deserved to die! It was my temporary kindness that allowed you to live for another five years. I thought people could change, but it's a pity that you haven't found a way to let me spare your life after five years. You are decent? It was nothing but a joke!"

"Now, it's time to return it to me, everyone will die today! Buddha can't save you!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Kongwen and said word by word.

"Amitabha, do you really want to stain Wudang with blood?"

Kong Wen looked at Feng Wuhen helplessly, and muttered to himself, his eyes full of regret.

"You have to blame yourself, you can't blame others!"

Feng Wuhen shook his head, and as he spoke, he walked towards Kongwen holding his sword.

"Pass me first!"

But at this moment, there was a stern shout, and a figure jumped out from the crowd, blocked Kong Wen, and slammed Feng Wuhen's face with a palm!

Yuanyin!

But before his palm got close to Feng Wuhen, a purple figure rushed out like lightning, stabbing Yuanyin's chest with a sword!

The sword is fast!

Coming soon, is there a chance for Yuanyin to change his moves!

The long sword sank into Yuanyin's chest in an instant, and pierced through the back of his heart!

"You do not deserve!"

An icy voice sounded, the long sword was pulled out, bringing up a rain of blood, and then Yuanyin fell backwards to the ground in disbelief, his face as ashes!

Lan Jian!

Yuanyin is dead.

Lan Jian didn't say another word, didn't make another move, retracted his sword and stepped back respectfully, watching Feng Wuhen walk past him.

In Feng Wuhen's eyes, Kong Wen was the only one from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even glance at Yuan Yin on the ground, as if he was sure that Lan Jian would appear.

"Yuanyin!"

Kong Wen trembled his lips, looked at the dead Yuan Yin, his face showed pain, and his eyes were full of self-blame.

"Make a move!"

Feng Wuhen yelled sharply, accelerated suddenly, and rushed towards Kongwen quickly, the Yitian sword in his hand stabbed out again, and instantly turned into three sword shadows, covering the upper, middle and lower directions of Kongwen!

But Kong Wen suddenly closed his eyes, without any intention of resisting at all!

But Feng Wuhen didn't stop attacking because of this!

Once his sword is thrust out, there is no reason to take it back!

Three wounds appeared on Kong Wen's lower abdomen, chest, and throat at the same time!

Immediately afterwards, Kong Wen was seen falling backwards on the ground, with a trace of relief on his face.

Feng Wuhen looked at Kongwen without any expression on his face.

Kong Wen will die today, no matter if he doesn't fight back.

Because Wudang he shouldn't come.

"Ah...God has the virtue of good life, I am willing to die to bear all the sins... I just ask Master Feng Pavilion to let the rest of the people go...They are just obeying orders...Don't kill again...evil... .”

Kong Wen was bleeding from his mouth, looked at Feng Wuhen pleadingly, and spoke intermittently.

"Who poisoned it?!"

Feng Wuhen looked at Kong Wen and asked coldly.