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Chapter 162: The Great Person Arrives

"Amitabha!" The Buddha's call resounded throughout the land and spread into the hearts of everyone, giving people the feeling of morning bells and evening drums. A golden light appeared in the void, and a hazy figure was hidden in it, sitting cross-legged on a shabby futon.

"Yun Xi, come to the Mountain and River Fan." Yun Feiyang said suddenly. The only thing he was worried about now was Zi Yunxi. He had the Great Teleportation Talisman, so he might have a chance to escape.

"I... won't go." Ziyun Xiran pursed her lips and smiled, lying in Yun Feiyang's arms. Although her pretty face was still shy, her expression seemed to be very leisurely.

"Hehe, my good wife, I can't help you." Yun Feiyang chuckled. The devouring force on the mountain and river fan had enveloped Zi Yunxi and swallowed it inside instantly. Zi Yunxi's voice of shame and anger could be faintly heard:

"Who is your wife! Yun Feiyang, you are so brave that you dare to imprison me, I want to get out..."

Yun Feiyang just pretended not to hear.

Now Yun Feiyang felt more at ease. Every plant and tree inside the Shanhe Fan was under his control. As long as he was not caught, he would

"What about you?" Yun Feiyang glanced at Sha Po Lang and the other three and asked.

"We won't go inside. Fighting between big shots is rare. I have the means to save my life. Don't worry." Brother Sharp smiled.

"And the four of us work well together, which is enough to be worthy of half a seventh-level warrior." Sister Feng said confidently.

"That's it, let these... big shots know how powerful Sha... Po Lang is." Sha Po Lang said boldly.

Just as a few people were talking, another figure descended into the world. In an instant, magic flames surged into the sky, and the entire void was pitch black. The golden light dissipated instantly, and stopped nearly halfway, showing the force of a divided court.

A middle-aged scholar in white walked out of the demonic flames laughing.

"Old vain monk, you are lying in the muddy water, of course I am coming." The middle-aged scholar laughed loudly, giving off a refined temperament, holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be the master of the Demon Sect, Purple Ink Sect. It seems that there are more and more people." Xu Wang said loudly, his eyes exchanged for a moment, and at the same time he looked at Bishop Reagan and Priest Harry who were walking towards this side.

Yagyu Thirteen, Edward glanced at him with surprise in his eyes.

"Haha, you two are not the only ones. We have been here a long time ago." Bishop Reagan's voice changed and it was the voice of an old man. At the same time, a hazy white robe appeared behind Bishop Reagan.

"That's right, there are too many people here, no need for others to come in." Duke Edward laughed loudly, his aura rising sharply, making the void tremble, and a black sky shrouded behind him.

At the same time, Yagyu Thirteen and Harry Priest also erupted with an aura as deep as the ocean, none of which was inferior to that of Edward.

"Oh, it's Archbishop David Hausen in white, Lord Hilary of the Dark World, High Priest of God in the Islamic World, and the second most powerful person in the Yagyu family, Yagyu Sword." A purple light flashed in Zi Mo's eyes.

"You have already hidden your spiritual consciousness in them." Master Xu said.

"Yes, how could it be that the place where Li Taibai attained enlightenment only had the remaining score of the Qinglian Sword Song? We have already calculated that something important will be unearthed." Liu Sheng lowered his sword and sneered, and glanced at Yun Feiyang and the four others.

Immediately, the other four people felt a murderous intent coming down, chilling to the bones, and at the same time, the secrets on their bodies seemed to appear in front of everyone without any reservation.

"This is the true strength of a mid-level master from the seventh heaven, a master whose eyes can severely damage the sixth heaven." Yun Feiyang said in shock, it seemed that Yagyu Sheng was going to attack him with his sword.

"Don't worry, they have sent their spiritual consciousness to these people, and they can use at most 30% of their strength." Sister Feng sneered, not caring at all that Yagyu Sheng lowered his sword and looked this way.

Yagyu lowered his sword and only glanced at the crowd slightly. He did not stop too much, but stared at the stone gate with several other masters.

At this moment, the entire void suddenly trembled, as if it had been violently attacked, and the golden light suddenly dimmed a lot. The figure of Master False took three steps back, as if he had been violently attacked, and his face changed:

"No, other masters are coming here and are forcibly breaking through my golden light!"

"Hmph, the six of us are enough!" Zi Yan snorted coldly, glanced at the other people, and exchanged words with each other. The folding fan in Zi Mo's hand turned into a white light and rushed towards the sky, bursting out with a shocking momentum and blending into the golden light.

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"Haha, okay, that's very good, we will share it equally among the six of us!" Lord Hilary laughed loudly and finally left the hotel. The dark sky behind him turned into a dark cloud and merged into the golden light.

Then Yagyu lowered his sword, the white-clothed Archbishop Hausen David, and the High Priest Meng Shen all shot out a ray of light that merged into the golden light. Suddenly the six-color light flashed, and the entire golden light was stabilized to the extreme. Six masters were seen to

Tianyu forcibly blocked it, and even the masters of the Seventh Heavenly Empress level couldn't even think of attacking for a moment, unless they used the best magical weapons. The six people looked at the nine-leaf green lotus in the stone gate with blazing colors in their eyes, and wished they could take it for themselves immediately.

Yes, you must know that this nine-leaf green lotus can make a strong person in the seventh-level realm of perfection break into the eighth-level realm of annihilation and become a supreme figure in the monastic world. There was a sound of impact, but it did not cause the slightest vibration.


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