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Suddenly,

A few melodious bells sounded from the sky.

The ringing of the bell made everyone startled and looked up.

"Amitabha!"

At the foot of the mountain, two figures were coming quickly.

One monk, one beggar.

Beside the great monk in fiery red cassock, there was actually a beggar walking side by side.

This beggar was in his seventies or eighties, and his clothes were ragged, but not dirty or dirty.

But the hair is very messy, the expression is serious, and it is obviously already distraught.

"Master!"

When Mo Tailun saw this beggar, he wept with joy.

With a loud cry, he struggled and ran towards the old beggar.

"Old beggar!"

OMG!

He didn't even die?
Even Cheng Lao was surprised. Didn't he say that he was already dead?

Everyone looked at this legend in the feng shui world. It is said that the old beggar has achieved superb skills in reading fortunes, searching for dragons and acupuncture points.

Moreover, he can also form formations, and he can do his best to inherit the inheritance of the generation of military advisers back then.

His appearance surprised everyone.

The one who came with the old beggar was indeed Master Wu'an.

Master Wu'an folded his palms together, "Amitabha!"

"Goodness, goodness!"

"Emperor Wu's thousand-year inheritance will surely be a catastrophe!"

The old beggar glanced at Mr. He angrily, and his eyes fell on Mr. He's body, he couldn't help but squeezed his fists.

"I told you back then, but you still didn't believe me, but today everything has come true!"

"Old man He, this is your fate too, admit it!"

The old beggar closed his eyes with a gloomy expression.

Everyone was shocked, did they say something back then?
Mr. He was furious at the side, "Enough of you! Whether it's Emperor Wu or you old beggar today, now the only thing missing from the Nine Clans is Zhujianmen, it doesn't matter!"

Qian Yuxuan yelled, "Who said I'm missing Zhujianmen? Qian Yuxuan, the direct disciple of Zhuquanmen, is here!"

"what?"

you--

Everyone was confused again.

It turned out that Qian Yuxuan suddenly counterattacked in front of the battle, so he was the one who made Jianmen?
Qian Yuxuan Baofeng stood up, "This sword came from my sword making school, and now it can be regarded as returning to its original owner!"

"Today, our Nine Clans are going to clean up the house. The surname He, you deceive the master and destroy the ancestors, and you will not escape the death penalty!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Mr. He couldn't stop laughing, "What can you people do against me?"

"Together, all the members of the Nine Clans can't defeat the two strong men from the Ten Directions. Don't you think it's pathetic?"

"Fart, if you didn't sneak attack on Emperor Wu, how could you not beat him?"

Someone was unconvinced and cursed.

Mr. He was furious, "Stop talking nonsense, everyone is ready, send them back to the west!"

"Wait!"

The old beggar said, "I will make a deal with you. I will exchange the land of dragon veins for everyone's safety."

In the current situation, it is indeed impossible to fight again.

Once Emperor Wu was defeated, even if he was an old beggar, he would not be able to defeat the two peerless opponents.

Mr. He shook his head, "No need! It's not necessary!"

Now my sister is gone, my son is gone, and even the old man was killed on the spot.How can a deal stop this hatred?
As long as all the members of the nine clans die, what do I want, what do I want?

A look of cruelty flashed in Mr. He's eyes, "Don't be so wordy, you all will die!"

"Amitabha!"

"The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore!"

Master Wu'an walked in front of everyone and blocked everyone with his own body.

"If the benefactor can't let go of his obsession and insists on killing, let it all start with Lao Na!"

After finishing speaking, Master Wu'an sat cross-legged, held a Buddhist bead, and closed his eyes.

Baoxiang sat solemnly in front of everyone, and he wanted to block all bullets for everyone.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practiced deep Prajna Paramita. Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, saving all suffering."

"Sariputra, form is not different from empty, empty is not different from form, form is empty, emptiness is form, and it is also the same when it is thought and recognized. Sariputra, it is the empty phase of all dharmas. .”

Master Wu'an recited the Heart Sutra, completely disregarding life and death.

On the mountain, it was surprisingly quiet.

The old man with white beard and eyebrows and the descendants of the Heavenly Demon all frowned, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Mr. He roared like thunder, "Shut up, shut up! Shut up!"

For some reason, he was very upset when he heard this Heart Sutra!
But Master Wuchen is like a land without people, doing his own way, "That's why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, touch, vision, and even unconsciousness. There is no end to ignorance, and even no old age and death, and no end to old age and death. There is no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain, because there is no gain."

"Bodhisattva, according to Prajna Paramita, there is no hindrance in the heart, no hindrance, no terror, far away from reversed dreams, and Nirvana. .”

"Therefore, we know that Prajna Paramita is a great divine mantra, a great bright mantra, an unsurpassed mantra, and an unparalleled mantra. It can remove all suffering, and it is true and not false."

"Therefore, when the Prajna-Paramita mantra is said, the mantra is said: Jieti Jieji, Parajkaji, Parasang Jieji, Bodhisapaha."

Mr. He was upset when he heard it, and he growled more and more like thunder.

"Kill them for me!"

The guards all moved out, carrying their guns into battle.

The old beggar roared, "Set up the formation!"

Those who could fight again, Qin Zhong, Qian Yuxuan, Cheng Xueyi, and the four major martial slaves defended the formation one after another.

Chen Bin secretly groaned in the crowd, wondering if these masters could protect everyone's safety.

Qin Chong and the others knew in their hearts that even with the addition of the old beggar and Master Wu'an, they could only withstand the bullets of these guards.

But the opponent still has two peerless powerhouses eyeing them.

As long as they make a move, everyone will have no power to fight.

"Fire!"

blah blah——

Bullets were fired at frantically, Qin Chong and the others were considered to be the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Fighting against the injured body, I tried my best to help everyone block all the bullets.

After a burst of shooting, all the bullets were blocked outside the circle of true energy.

The old man with white beard and eyebrows yelled, "Enough! Let me send them on their way!"

"From now on, there will be no more Nine Clans!"

The guard stepped back, and the old man raised his leg and took a heavy step.

Peng——

An incomparably majestic wave of air surged in, mercilessly impacting on Qin Chong's people.

I saw the other party raised his palms, concentrating all his life's strength, and struck the sky with a shocking blow.

boom -

That momentum was simply heaven-shattering and earth-shattering.

Emperor Wu has been injured, who else in the world can stand against him?
The huge force instantly destroyed the formation set up by Qin Chong and others.

Dozens of people were blown away by the opponent's powerful force,
In an instant, the whole world was destroyed.

Only the heart sutras of Master Wu'an still resound loudly,

"Sariputra, form is not different from empty, empty is not different from form, form is empty, emptiness is form, and it is also the same when it is thought and recognized. Sariputra, it is the empty phase of all dharmas. .”

"That's why there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, colorless sound, fragrance, vision, even unconsciousness. There is no ignorance, and there is no end of ignorance. End. There is no suffering to destroy the way, no wisdom and no gain, because there is no gain.”