"Grandma?!"

Meng was startled, but saw a rare soft look on her grandma's face.

Ever since I was a child, I have never seen this old woman in such a gentle dream, and her expression suddenly changed.

Before she could say anything, the body of the grandma in her arms sank suddenly, and she was instantly out of the range of the energy flowing around Zhao Yu's body.

It's too late to save him now.

Grandma took one last look at Meng, and then her body fell sharply.

Zhao Yu immediately put the two children in his arms into Nie Feng's hands, and then grabbed Meng who wanted to save his grandma.

"That's too late……"

Zhao Yu grabbed Meng's arm tightly, stepped on a falling boulder, and his body suddenly grew taller again.

Huge boulders fell like rain, and at the moment when Zhao Yu's energy was gone, Grandma grabbed Siye who was just around the corner.

He dragged this charming woman whom he had watched since childhood into the bottomless abyss.

"No!!"

Si Ye looked at his grandma who grabbed his ankle with a look of horror on his face, and watched helplessly as the golden light emanating from Zhao Yu's body dissipated little by little from his side.

Immediately, Siye, who was filled with fear and anger, turned around with his other leg, gathered up his surging energy, and kicked his grandma in the forehead.

She is still young and she doesn't want to die...

But even though that kick caused my grandma's head to explode, the old woman's hand still held her ankle tightly.

In the blink of an eye, grandma and Siye fell into the place that their Hua family had guarded for thousands of years!

Zhao Yu didn't stop at all, and his energy flowed all the way up.

But this place is more than seventy feet away from the ground, and his inner aura is as strong as his, so he unconsciously feels a little strenuous.

…

In Wushuang City, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

In order to attract the love of the city, Dugu Yifang did not hesitate to direct and act out a siege drama.

But after he captured his grandma and led all the elites from Wushuang City into the cave, thousands of elites actually swept towards Wushuang City.

There were only a few old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the city, and they were no match for those wolf-like and tiger-like disciples of the Tianxiahui.

What's more, the person who led these thousands of people to attack Wushuang City was Xiong Ba's most cold-blooded and ruthless God of Death.

Bu Jingyun!!

First of all, the name of the God who does not cry death is not just a boast. Many people are timid before they fight.

Secondly, no one is in charge of Wushuang City, and the entire city is like a pile of scattered sand. The real elite soldiers and generals either died under my grandma's love for seven generations, or died in caves underground.

Bu Jingyun invaded Wushuang City with almost no effort.

"Hall Master, there are still 1,200 unparalleled warriors in the city. They have been captured without any help. Please come down, Hall Master!"

At this moment, Bu Jingyun stood on the top of Wushuang City, his eyes fixed on the place where the iron pillars stood before the city gate.

Next to him knelt on one knee, a cold-faced man holding a machete.

"kill."

A simple word came out of Bu Jingyun's mouth, but it was filled with the smell of blood.

"As you command!"

Xue Antian clasped his fists and accepted the order, then turned around and left the city.

Although he already knew the outcome of those surrendered soldiers, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

"Amitabha……"

Just as the snowy sky swept over the city, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded from the city.

Xue Antian suddenly looked up and saw a man who looked like a monk standing on the top of the city, only a few steps away from Bu Jingyun.

Xue Antian paused and was about to step forward, but Bu Jingyun, who was standing at the top of the city, waved his hand coldly.

"Donor, since you have achieved your wish, why do you want to commit more crimes?"

The monk looked compassionate, clasped his hands slightly and saluted Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun then retracted his gaze and stared expressionlessly at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The snowy dark sky under the city wall naturally heard the monk's words and turned his head to look at Bu Jingyun again.

Bu Jingyun didn't say a word from beginning to end, he just glanced at Xue Antian coldly.

With just this glance, Xue Antian, known as the "blood-drinking skeleton" in the world, was so frightened that he immediately turned around and rushed towards the city.

Seeing Xue Antian leaving, the monk knew that he could not persuade the famous God of Death who did not cry before him, so he clasped his hands together again.

Buzz buzz...

Rays of golden light surged from the monk's clasped palms.

Bu Jingyun then turned sideways and looked directly at the great monk.

"If the donor shows mercy..."

boom!

The monk was about to persuade him again, but Bu Jingyun's hands flew up, and a wave of uncertain energy came straight towards his face.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere!"

The great monk shouted low, his clasped palms separated suddenly, and he pushed them straight towards Bu Jingyun not far away. The golden light in his palms surged like ripples.

On the opposite side, Bu Jingyun advanced instead of retreating. As his palms flew, bursts of ethereal clouds rose up.

The golden light was absorbed into the clouds and dissipated without a trace in an instant.

"Buddha's Palm……"

Bu Jingyun succeeded with one blow, but instead of pursuing the victory, he raised his eyes and looked at the monk coldly, and said in a cold voice: "Master Shiwu?"

The monk didn't reply. He opened his hands and clasped them together again. Golden rays of light instantly pierced through the clouds around Bu Jingyun and gathered between his palms.

"The donor has captured Wushuang City. It is God's will. Although the old monk is the protector of Wushuang City, he will not block it. It's just..."

The great monk lowered his eyebrows slightly and looked towards the inner city.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Bu Jingyun can capture Wushuang City, but he cannot kill Wushuang City in vain.

He is the protector of Wushuang City, and so is Wushuang's grandma theoretically.

It's just that after all, he studied Buddhism intensively, and he saw some things more clearly than a stubborn person like his grandma.

Wushuang City has changed beyond recognition in the past twenty years.

"snort."

Bu Jingyun snorted coldly, and then stepped forward again. As his palms moved, the clouds roared like the tide of the vast ocean.

This time, the God of Death who doesn’t cry is obviously serious about it.

"Sin, sin..."

Shiwu Zun recited the Buddha's name again in a low voice, and then his palms separated, and a golden light appeared between the palms.

boom!

As Lord Shiwu's energy circulated, the entire city began to tremble unconsciously.

To be able to become the protector of Wushuang City, Shiwu Zun's unique skills are definitely not just showy.

Seeing Bu Jingyun approaching, Master Shiwu calmly raised his palms above his head.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find shore again..."

Seeing Bu Jingyun who was already close at hand, Lord Shiwu took the trouble to speak again.

Bu Jingyun, on the other hand, had no intention of giving up.

Seeing the ferocity of Bu Jingyun's palms, Master Shiwu no longer held back, and immediately pressed down the palms raised above his head!

Most of the cloud energy surrounding Bu Jingyun's body was squeezed out in an instant, and even his forward-sweeping figure was stunned.

"Come and die!!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from Shiwu Zun's side.
Chapter completed!