Just when Chang Wei and Zhang Wuji and others fought each other.

He was sent by Zhang Wuji to Ming Cult, Wudang, Emei and hundreds of people from a few small sects, standing on a wasteland and looking at each other.

After being silent for a long time, a little girl said in a tone that was almost like a dream: "Brother Wuji... is a god!"

She is the daughter of Yang Buhui, the left envoy of the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao. When she was a child, she had a very deep friendship with Zhang Wuji.

"What god? They are clearly demons!" Master Miejue of Emei said coldly.

"What are you talking about in the old nun?" Yang Buhui's face turned red and he glared at Miejue: "Brother Wuji let you go, but you are not grateful, and you dare to speak out here?"

"Zhang Wuji killed nearly a thousand heroes of righteous paths, his methods were vicious and sensational, and he was a demon!" Master Mie Jue said coldly.

Yang Buhui said angrily: "Old nun, please say this again. Be careful that I will tell Brother Wuji that he will destroy you!"

Master Mie Jue's face was cold and swollen, and he said sternly: "Okay, go and tell Zhang Wuji and let him kill me! I'll wait here!"

"Old nun, you..." Yang Buhui was still waiting to defend again, and then he heard his father Yang Xiao say: "Okay, don't regret it. Now it's time, just say a few less words."

Yang Buhui snorted lightly, his mouth pouted high, and his little face was full of grievances - when she was a child, she saw Master Mie Jue killing her mother Ji Xiaofu, and hated Master Mie Jue and feared Master Mie Jue. If she had the chance, she really didn't mind asking Zhang Wuji to kill Mie Jue.

Of course, Yang Xiao also hated Miejue deeply, but in this situation, if he really turned against the Emei Sect, and with the remnants of the Ming Cult, he would not be the opponent of Wudang and Emei Sects.

So no matter how much he holds a grudge against the enemy, Yang Xiao can only stop his daughter, so as not to make a fuss about the two of them, turn against each other on the spot, and cause a group fight again.

Yin Tianzheng also spoke in time and changed the topic: "Shen Song, in this situation, do you still have to fight with me, Ming Cult?"

Song Yuanqiao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Is there any meaning to fight again...?"

Yin Tianzheng was silent for a while, and he was also deeper: "Yes, it's meaningless to fight again."

After seeing Zhang Wuji and Chang Wei's strength as gods and demons, the more a martial arts master is, the more discouraged he is.

"The two elders of Huashan are also top experts in the world. I didn't expect that they were not the enemy of Zhang Wuji..."

"The five elders of Kongtong are all first-class experts, plus the famous monks of the Shaolin Sect, the heads of the Kunlun Sect... so many people rushed over and were killed by Zhang Wuji in a moment."

"Zhang Wuji's strength is no different from the demon in the legendary story book. The disciple of the "Divine Fist Sect" who was unknown could even slap it and hit a giant spirit palm falling from the sky, making Zhang Wuji try his best to deal with it... The giant palm falling from the sky is still fresh in my memory, and it is simply a magical method!"

"What's the point of our hard work, regardless of cold or heat, for decades? In front of Zhang Wuji and the mysterious 'Divine Fist disciple', he was as weak as a baby."

"It is meaningless for us to fight with the Ming Cult to kill. No matter who wins or loses, in the eyes of Zhang Wuji and that mysterious master, it is just as ridiculous as a naughty boy fighting, right?"

Everyone was resting, and for a moment they were filled with excitement. Even Master Miejue, who was deeply hatred for the Ming Cult and wanted to kill all the Ming Cult, could not help but feel depressed and his expression was depressed, which could no longer boost the murderous intention.

Just as he was speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the distance.

With the loud noise, the ground under everyone's feet seemed to have an earthquake, and it suddenly started to shake. Many injured and junior disciples with low martial arts skills fell to the ground unexpectedly.

The vibration came suddenly and went quickly. The ground quickly returned to calm, and the people who fell to the ground also supported each other and stood up.

Song Yuanqiao, Master Mie Jue, Yin Tianzheng and other masters looked at the direction of the loud noise, and looked shocked and suspicious.

"What's going on?"

"The earthquake?"

"It's not like an earthquake... the sound just now seemed like the sound of a landslide."

"The mountain collapse? In that direction, it seems to be the top of light, right?"

Several masters moved their hearts and used their body techniques to fly towards the direction where the sound came. The rest of them were a little stunned and followed them.

Twenty miles are not too far.

Especially the Guangming Pin is a mountain. If there are no barriers, you can see the Guangming Pin dozens of miles away.

So when everyone rushed up a hill dozens of feet high, they saw the top of Guangming at a glance.

After seeing the situation at Guangmingding, Song Yuanqiao, who was the first to run up the hill, was Miejue, and Yin Tianzheng was shocked at the same time, his eyes were full of shock.

Wudang, Emei, and Ming Cult masters who followed the hills, also counted one after another after seeing the Light Peak, and all of them seemed to have been immersed in a fixed way. Mu Zhuan was stunned.

After being stunned for a long time, someone said in disbelief: "How did Guangmingding... become like that?"

"That's Guangmingding? Did you admit the wrong place?"

"It's not wrong. I am a disciple of the 'Lei Sect' under Yang Zuo's command. I am a member of the Western Regions. I have grown up in the Guangmingding General Hall since I was a child. I will never admit my mistake!"

"But that mountain is more than ten feet shorter than Guangming Pin! If it were Guangming Pin, how could it be more than ten feet shorter? Who can turn a mountain into a flat sky and more than ten feet shorter?"

No one answered.

On the top of the hill, there was silence.

After a while, someone said in a difficult tone: "Why do I feel that this mountain is pressed down by a big hand falling from the sky?"

"How is this possible? Only gods can do it, right?"

"The mysterious master who is hostile to Zhang Wuji can drop a golden hand several meters in radius from the sky with a slap. If that palm is hundreds of times larger... it is possible to press the entire mountain of Guangmingding for more than ten meters."

As soon as this said, the hilltop fell into strange silence again.

After a while, an Emei disciple suddenly whispered: "If this is true, it seems to be a good thing for us, the right path? That mysterious master seemed to say he wanted to subdue demons and eliminate demons."

Yang Buhui shouted: "Nonsense! Shan must have been pressed down by Brother Wuji!" Despite this, Yang Buhui couldn't help but clench his fists, his heart full of trepidation, and he secretly prayed that Brother Wuji would win.

At this moment, someone suddenly pointed to the Guangming Ting, which was more than ten feet shorter, and exclaimed in a burst of voice: "Someone has come from the mountain!"

Everyone was shocked and looked closely. Sure enough, they saw a small black dot slowly rising from the top of the light to the sky and flying towards the hill.

The distance is too far, even with the skills of a first-class master such as Song Yuanqiao, it is difficult to see the person's clothes clearly. He had to hold his breath and look at the little black dot nervously.

Yang Buhui also widened his eyes, looked at the little black dot, and said in his heart: "It's Brother Wuji, Brother Wuji, you must be Brother Wuji!"

But reality is cruel.

As the man flew closer and his figure gradually became clear and clear, the white-eyed eagle king Yin Tianzheng, who had the best eyesight, sighed long first, with a complicated tone, unable to tell whether he was glad or disappointed.

Next, Master Mie Jue snorted lightly, sounding relieved.

Finally, Song Yuanqiao sighed, not even able to hear the gratitude or disappointment.

Yang Buhui was very smart. Even though he had not seen the appearance of the visitor clearly, after hearing Master Mie Jue's hum, his heart suddenly sank heavily, feeling something was wrong, but he still held a hint of luck and stared at the figure that was getting closer and closer and clearer.

Until she saw the figure in the sky clearly, Yang Buhui shook his body slightly, his round face turned pale, and big tears rolled out of his eyes, "Brother Wuji..."

She didn't cry with joy.

Because it was not Zhang Wuji who flew from the sky, but the mysterious master standing in the "Shenquan Sect" team.

Since the "mysterious master" came, Zhang Wuji must have no luck - Guangmingding was more than ten feet shorter. When he thought that Guangmingding was probably pressed by the mysterious master with a move "a huge palm falling from the sky", Yang Buhui felt sad.

Even a mountain peak like Guangmingding was pressed down by a palm and became less than ten feet shorter. Under such a powerful power as a god, Zhang Wuji... might have been crushed to pieces.
Chapter completed!