The energy gathered around him was suppressed by Lord Shiwu. Even Bu Jingyun, whose body was a little stiff, had a bright light in his eyes at the moment this figure appeared.

"Young City Lord?!"

Shiwu Zun's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly at the figure that was rushing toward Bu Jingyun.

First of all, from the beginning, he had no intention of killing the God of Death who didn't cry and had captured Wushuang City.

Secondly, having fought against Bu Jingyun, he naturally understood the tricks involved. Although it seemed that Bu Jingyun was suppressed by him, he actually noticed that Bu Jingyun did not use all his strength.

And Bu Jingyun, who has made his name in the world of being the god who doesn't cry death, is by no means a soft-hearted person.

The reason why he didn't use all his strength from the beginning was actually to wait for the Young City Lord who was hiding in the dark to take action!

Roar!!

Wherever the leg passed, there were waves of deep roaring sounds.

Facing this fierce blow, Bu Jingyun took another step forward, turned his right hand slightly, and the cloud energy flowing around him was instantly directed towards Dugu Ming, who was shooting out from one side.

While the energy was surging, he did not directly face Dugu Ming's fierce attack. However, when he flew in front of Dugu Ming, the cloud energy flowed, and the fierce leg energy of this attack was introduced into the cloud energy that filled the whole body.

As for Bu Jingyun himself, except when Dugu Ming's leg power hit him, he made a strange move to bring Dugu Ming's power close to him, and never looked at the young city lord of Wushuang City.

He swept forward and headed straight for Lord Shiwu.

In Bu Jingyun's eyes, Dugu Ming was just a decoration, and only a master like Shi Wuzun could enter the eyes of the God of Death.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!"

Seeing Bu Jingyun approaching fiercely, Lord Shiwu immediately took a step back, bent his knees slightly, turned his palms toward the sky, and huge palm prints emitting golden light surged out from between his palms and rushed towards Bu Jingyun.

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Facing such a ferocious attack, Bu Jingyun didn't even frown.

Seeing that his body collided with Shiwu Zun's palm print, at this critical moment, his drooping right hand was slightly raised.

The fierce leg strength of Dugu Ming guided by the clouds around him was returned to Shiwu Zun by Bu Jingyun.

Also returned to Lord Shiwu was the Young City Lord of Wushuang City.

Dugu Ming's strength was restrained, and he himself could not escape Bu Jingyun's control.

Lord Shiwu watched helplessly as the Young City Master met his fierce palm force, and had no choice but to take a step back and forcefully disperse the palm force.

Poof, poof...

Dugu Ming and Shi Wu Zun spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

The difference is that Dugu Ming was injured by the dissipated energy because of his insufficient cultivation.

However, Shi Wu Zun forcibly broke off the move, and his injuries were worse than Dugu Ming's.

What is a pig teammate?

This is!!

If Shi Wu Zun were to fight Bu Jingyun alone, he might even be able to beat him to a 50-50 draw.

And with the addition of this dragster who couldn't see clearly the height of his eyebrows, Bu Jingyun defeated the two of them with almost no effort!

Do you really think that Xiong Ba, the most ferocious direct disciple, is just a reckless man whose cultivation talent is different from ordinary people?

"I want to kill you, I must kill you!!"

Although Dugu Ming was seriously injured, he still struggled to get up and looked at the expressionless Bu Jingyun in front of him with a ferocious expression.

Wushuang City is gone. What's the point of living as a young city lord?

And just when Dugu Ming finished these words, Bu Jingyun took two steps forward unhurriedly and moved one hand at the same time.

Under the city wall in the distance, a long knife fell on the road and was instantly taken into his hand.

If Dugu Ming said these cruel words to Nie Feng, maybe Nie Dashan would be merciful because of the ruin of his family.

But he had forgotten that the person standing in front of him was the God of Death who did not cry and was all about eradicating the weeds!

Although the long sword already had many gaps, it was not difficult for Bu Jingyun to cut off Dugu Ming's head.

"Amitabha……"

Seeing Bu Jingyun pressing closer and closer, Shi Wuzun, who was standing beside Dugu Ming, sat cross-legged and clasped his hands.

Rays of golden light emerged from Shiwu Zun's body. At this moment, the great monk was indescribably majestic.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

A disembodied voice came faintly from Shi Wuzun's mouth.

As the golden light surged, all the acupoints all over Yi Jingyun's body disappeared.

But Bu Jingyun, who had a cold face at first, was slightly startled.

The two of them seemed to be enemies rather than friends, but why did the old monk give all of his strong cultivation to himself?

"Hope the donor will be merciful..."

The golden light slowly dissipated, and Lord Shiwu clasped his hands together again and closed his eyes slightly.

Bu Jingyun's intelligence is beyond the reach of human beings.

At the moment when Lord Shiwu passed away, Bu Jingyun had already thought of the old monk's thoughts.

Sacrifice yourself!

He wanted to use his strong cultivation base to exchange for a glimmer of hope for Dugu Ming in front of him.

Or, there are the more than a thousand surrendered soldiers in Wushuang City...

In addition to his profound cultivation, Shiwu Zun also studied Buddhism intensively. He was so blessed that he could see through Bu Jingyun's heart.

This god of death who does not cry may be cold-blooded, but he is also a true hero who knows how to repay his kindness with a promise of gold!

I gave up my cultivation in exchange for the love of this god who doesn’t cry death.

So when Shiwu Zun performed the last move of the Tathagata Palm and sacrificed his life to become a Buddha, he had already expected that Bu Jingyun would definitely show mercy.

Ding……

The long knife, which had many gaps in it, fell on the floor tiles of the city wall.

Facing the seriously injured Dugu Ming, Bu Jingyun, who had never known what it meant to be soft-hearted, slowly turned around.

Bu Jingyun turned around and waved slightly, and a wretched figure instantly appeared beside him.

"Master, what are your orders?"

The visitor was holding a single sword and subconsciously glanced at the deceased Shi Wu Zun and the seriously injured Dugu Ming not far away.

"Let it go!"

Bu Jingyun's lips moved slightly and he said two words coldly.

Leng Busuang, who was kneeling on one knee, was slightly startled, and then immediately understood what Bu Jingyun meant.

"As you command!"

Suddenly he turned around and immediately rushed towards Wushuang City.

Shi Wuzun made the right bet after all. Bu Jingyun seemed cold-blooded and ruthless, and this kind of person did not like to owe others favors.

Letting Dugu Ming and the 1,200 surrendered soldiers go was equivalent to repaying the benefit of Lord Shiwu passing on his skills.

However, there is a kind of person in this world who has been aloof since he was a child and never knows what tolerance is.

Dugu Ming is exactly this kind of person.

He has been the young city lord of Wushuang City since he was a child. He grew up like a star, and he was so conceited that he didn't take anyone seriously.

Now that we have encountered great changes, we are even more confused.

Seeing Bu Jingyun turn around and look at the long knife close at hand, a flash of color flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and headed towards the long knife that was discarded by Bu Jingyun.

"Um?"

At this moment, Bu Jingyun turned around suddenly.

Dugu Ming was frightened by Bu Jingyun's actions, and his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
Chapter completed!