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There was a sudden silence in the hall.

"What are you talking about? How can one defeat Ten Thousand Thousand Thousands, or the elite of the three major camps, and how much time has passed since then!!"

The head of the Kongtong faction stared wide and questioned loudly.

It's more than him. Who among the people present dares to believe this fact, this kind of thing that even the legend doesn't know is true or false.

The head of the Emei school instructed this disciple: "Tell me more carefully."

At the moment, this disciple of the Emei school had faint horror in his eyes, intermittently telling what he had seen, the dreamlike massacre under the mountain.

After a while, the hall was silent, and the principals of the various forces only felt that something had been shattered and subverted in their hearts. The shock was beyond words.

"Is this still a human?"

A master of the Hainan School murmured, thinking that ghosts and gods were nothing more than that.

"Seniors." A son of the Murong family walked in, his eyes were also shocked, and he trembled: "Junior has been waiting for a long-distance, long-distance, long-distance view, and it has been determined that the person under the mountain has defeated more than ten thousand elites. Waiting for the person in Zhenwu Temple who is following."

Everyone was speechless, and they were naturally happy when the person they were looking for when they had almost overturned the entire Emei Mountain during this period of time appeared, but when they learned that this person was like a ghost, who had broken through thousands of elites alone, then they couldn't be happy.

Everyone's eyes flickered, and they didn't know what to think about or what they were weighing.

Mr. Shenxi sighed: "Everyone, what's next? Or just let it go, such terrible people, don't be the enemy!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but nodded subconsciously.

After all, in the final analysis, they are still for the martial arts, in order to keep their family status, retaliation is still second.

But if the final result causes their vitality to be severely damaged, it would be unwise.

"Amitabha Buddha." Shaolin abbot looked compassionate: "Donors, Lao Na has a word. I just heard that the benefactor of the Zhenwu Temple slaughtered thousands of lives under the mountain and caused such a serious sin. It is really a sin for me to fail to stop it in time. "

When everyone listened to him, they all calmed down and gave him face.

I heard the Shaolin abbot continue to say: “But it’s not too late to mend the prison. I should go down the mountain as soon as possible to prevent him from regenerating his sins.”

When these words fell, all the gazes looking at him became weird. At this time, they also proposed to provoke the demon. Could this bald donkey have a relic in his head?

The abbot of Shaolin hadn’t heard of it, and said: “The donor lives and kills thousands of people. Even if martial arts are conquered, most of them consume a lot of money at this time. Although it is not suitable for us to take advantage of the danger, if we can take the opportunity to lay down the butcher knife and change course. Goodness is boundless merit."

Everyone was startled, and then their eyes lit up one by one.

The old bald donkey was right to remind that, even if the people in Zhenwu Palace were doing evil in martial arts, they could kill with Wan Yu's elite after all.

Although it turned out that the man won, but even if it wasn't a tragic victory, by this time, martial arts would definitely not be as good as it was at its heyday.

For them, this is definitely a golden opportunity.

With so many forces present, more than a thousand masters, definitely better than the army of more than 10,000 courts, if you are still afraid that the strength will consume the remaining few percent, then you don't need to go to the rivers and lakes anymore, just go back to each family to get the baby.

Moreover, they only need to think that that person can defeat more than ten thousand elites with their own power, which is like a ghostly martial arts.

This result will only stimulate their greed even more.

The head of the Diancang faction nodded and said: "The abbot is justified! Why didn't that person attack me first, but acted on the court officers and soldiers? He should be self-knowing, and if he provokes me, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out. He broke through the army of ten thousand people at this moment, just to frighten me, and make me afraid to do anything."

Obviously these words were overlooked. If people are really scared, why didn't they escape early.

The head of the Kongtong faction said coldly: "So, if I wait and stop here, instead, I will follow his way and follow his wishes. What a cunning boy! Everyone, I will quickly gather the disciples and go down the mountain. , Don't let that person run away!"

"Please also summon the disciples quickly!"

"Yes! Although that person may be greatly damaged, he still needs to be cautious and not careless."

"Don't worry, we will not be able to compare with the imperial court when we unite."

The principals of the various forces still stay here, but they order the high-levels of their respective forces to gather the children of the doormen. This battle must do their best.

"Oh, if Yannan Tian's hero arrives earlier, with the superb grace of the world's number one swordsman, I don't have to be so panic." The Huashan faction leader sighed.

Daoist Shenxi shook his head: "The hero Yan had already set off, but halfway through, he learned that the Palace Master of the Flower Palace had invited the Moon Palace Lord to find his brother Jiang Feng trouble again. Although he does not know the truth or falsehood, the hero Yan has a lot of love and righteousness. I turned around and couldn't get out for the time being. I'm afraid I will have to wait for him for a while. I still have to wait."

The Murong's family smiled bitterly: "It's so unfortunate, and really helpless."

Ji Wushang knew that those people on the mountain were spying, but he didn't care, didn't even hide the trace, and exposed himself to them.

Therefore, the various forces quickly found Ji Wushang and surrounded him.

More than a thousand people are the essence of all forces, and no one is weak.

The Four Shaolin Monks, the Great Arhat Array, the Eighteen Bronze Array, Wudang Liangyi Sword, Pure Yang Taoist, Kunlun Seven Swords

Countless top figures resounding through the rivers and lakes are rarely gathered together at this time. These people appearing at any place in the rivers and lakes at the same time are enough to cause a big earthquake in the rivers and lakes. Even the Valley of the Evil will be scared to make people go to the building.

At this time, they only came for one person.

Sitting on Zhao Qingyang's corpse, Shu Han smiled bitterly: "It seems that people are going to fall into trouble and take the opportunity to consume you to death. You can survive this level first before you deal with me."

Ji Wushang did not pay attention to all the masters around him who were not weak in breath.These people may seem terrifying, and there are many masters, but they are still a lot worse than the thousands of righteous alliances led by Zuo Lengchan into the general altar of the reformed magic sect.

Ji Wushang looked at Shu Han and smiled lightly: "All you should do is pray that I can win. If I lose, they may not let you go."

Shu Han said: "I am from the palace, I bet they won't kill me."

Ji Wushang said: "I can kill you now."

Shu Han was speechless.

"Amitabha Buddha." The Shaolin abbot and the heads of the various powers came out more and more, looking at Ji Wushang's overly immature, enchanting face, and his heart was shocked by this person's youth, he settled and said: " The donor is the person of Zhenwu Temple?"

Ji Wushang glanced at him and smiled lightly: "If you're talking about the Zhenwu Temple where martial arts are spread all over the world, it is indeed me."

The Shaolin abbot looked miserable, his eyes compassionate, and he sighed: "The donor knows how much blood will be caused by the martial arts in this world, and how much suffering will the people of this world suffer? Lao Na begs the donor here, and there is no end to suffering. , Looking back to the shore, don’t do this thing against the sky again, follow me back to Shaolin to turn into a sin."

Ji Wushang glanced around and smiled: "What you really think, what I am wrong should be that what you do threatens your interests, your family glory, and your sect status. As for the world of martial arts, the world is in danger, That’s the piggyback on the premise that you guarantee your interests, right?"

"Nonsense, what I'm waiting for is chivalry, how can I be so profitable!"

"Fuck your mother's shit, the brat doesn't repent, damn it!"

"Death is approaching, dare to be so arrogant!"

"Oh! It's a pity that such outstanding young talents, even if the old Dao can't bear it in his heart, he can only helplessly eliminate harm to the world."

The leaders of the various forces may be angry, laugh, or regret.

"Dare to ask the donor, what are you doing?"