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

The blood pooled down under him, and the pool of blood was getting bigger and bigger.

"Amitabha." Fang Zheng's face was peaceful, not like a person whose body was penetrated by a hundred ten sword holes. 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 spot."

"Your martial arts are so high that the world is afraid that you will be invincible except for the East. The world is so big that everyone can swim freely. Why do you have to commit crimes and let innocent people die in vain? Let go of the world's martial arts."

Ji Wushang smiled lightly and said, "Master, give up, you have no relationship with the Buddha, life is too short, how can you think about others, and you only know life and death."

Fang Zheng showed sorrow on his face, sighed faintly, his body fell, and there was no sound.

Ji Wushang looked at Fang Zheng and bowed slightly.

Admiration comes admiration, this does not conflict with whether Ji Wushang killed him.

He walked out of the meditation room, and what he saw, hundreds of monks had surrounded him, and the qi of hundreds of people was like one, locking him to death.

Bodhidharma Hall, Luohan Hall, Discipline Academy, and Tibetan Sutra Pavilion stood in front of them, each of which was full of breath, and martial arts were unfathomable. Looking at the rivers and lakes, they were by no means any worse than the top ten masters of the right path.

Fang Sheng stared blankly at Ji Wushang who came out of the Zen room, his eyes crossed Ji Wushang, and he saw the blood behind him, and his body suddenly trembled.

"Amitabha."

Fang Sheng looked at Ji Wushang: "The donor is murderous and has entered the demon barrier. It is very difficult to enter the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in the future. I hope the donor will keep me in Shaolin, and let me wait for you to chant the scriptures day and night to get rid of the sins."

At this time, hundreds of monks knew that the abbot suffered an accident, and a sense of sadness condensed with the air, and sadness filled the air.

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

Fang Sheng sighed: "The donor is obsessed, and the poor monk can only subdue the devil to defend the way."

The voice fell, and one hundred and eight stick monks rushed out and overlapped.

The figure flickered, and in the blink of an eye, Ji Wushang was blocked in all directions.

All-in-one, offensive and defensive.

No one can beat it for a hundred years.

Great Arhat formation!

"beat!"

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

One hundred and eight people were involved, the air trembled, and the stick rain poured down.

Under the shadow of the heavy sticks, Ji Wushang looked thin, like a small canoe under the huge waves, which was about to be shattered.

Ji Wushang did not panic or panic, and stood with his hands down, unmoved.

boom!

The stick rain poured out, the rubble flew around, the earth trembled like an earthquake, and the air waves swept in all directions, terrifying.

However, Ji Wushang seemed to have turned into an illusion at this time, like a wisp of smoke and dust, and like lightning flashes, blinking through the heavy stick shadows.

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

A strange suction suddenly appeared, and the warrior monk was terrified, but he couldn't move.

The two of them died, and the Arhat formation was stagnant.

Ji Wushang took the opportunity, like a ghost, without a trace, every time he appeared, he would leave behind two corpses whose skills were swallowed and died.

The true qi in the body is divided into yin and yang, and it spins wildly, turning into a vortex.

All the Xenogeneic True Qi that was swallowed into the body was quickly swallowed by the vortex, quickly assimilated, and absorbed into one, and the vortex gradually became larger.

Fang Sheng's breath gradually faded, he looked at Ji Wushang who devoured his skills, opened his mouth, but said nothing, his pupils gradually became hollow.

Ji Wushang put down the corpse that was born below, and there were no living people around, and there were dead corpses everywhere.

In the eyes, the sacrifice points on the small interface jumped wildly and increased wildly.

The black and red qi were so intense that he could not see the environment, and they kept pouring into his body.

After a long while, Ji Wushang looked at the corpse on the ground and said to himself: "What will this martial arts become? Next, we will see Zuo Lengchan and the others."

With that said, Ji Wushang paced away leisurely.

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

Above the already turbulent rivers and lakes, a huge wave suddenly set off.

When countless people were still terrified by the demise of Wudang, the Shaolin Temple of the Wudao Zen sect was also found to be destroyed, and the entire martial arts was instantly dead.

Then, madness, doubt, fear.

It's messed up, totally messed up.

Black and white, no matter whether it is a demon or an orthodox sect, no one can stay out of it, some are ecstatic, some are uneasy, and some are overwhelmed.

Countless people are speculating as to who did the destruction of the two sects of the Right Way.

Someone kissed Shaolin Wudang and found that the cause of death of the disciples of these two sects was the same as that of the people who died in the rivers and lakes. They were all sucked up and died.

After that, Ren Woxing, Invincible East and Demon Sect were frequently mentioned.