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Chapter 3350 Amitabha

Although I think so, no one can predict what the result will be. After all, the White Lotus Sect has made a very comprehensive plan to capture Maoshan this time, and it will inevitably uproot Maoshan. As the leader of the Taoist sect, once Maoshan is destroyed, the entire world will inevitably suffer major losses. Maoshan is definitely a backbone force for resisting the White Lotus Sect. The hidden masters here are also the most hidden in the Taoist sect, and there are several in the top ten.

Looking at the messy scene above the outer mountain, Wu Feng's eyes gradually became stained with a layer of red light. The purple light of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss sword on his back shone, making a buzzing sound, and was about to come out.

Zhou Ming had released the two demon foxes from the rear occipital bones of the Chiwen monster, standing on both sides of him, majestic, like two big white-haired wolfs. The Chiwen bone sword was also held in his hand, and the thousand-year-old Gu given by the second ancestor grandfather also flew out of Zhou Ming's body, constantly circling around several people.

The little monk Zenxin saw the thousand-year-old Gu flying out of Zhou Ming's body. A look of fear flashed in his eyes and then calmed down. His gaze moved to Maoshan again. Looking at the rolling smoke and the collapsed building, he couldn't help but recite the Buddha's name: Amitabha.

Let's go up the mountain together, we must not let these demons from the White Lotus Sect succeed.

Wu Feng waved his hand and the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss Sword was already in his hand. His body shook, and he walked quickly towards Maoshan.

Zhou Ming and Chanxin followed closely behind and headed towards the mountain together.

After a while, the three of them saw traces of battle. Around the collapsed stone pavilions and buildings, there were corpses everywhere. Most of these corpses were dressed by Taoists, and there were also a small number of White Lotus disciples. When the three of them saw the corpses lying on the ground, they couldn't help but gasp. In addition to feeling angry, they were more frightened, because the corpses lying on the ground were different, some were different from their bodies, some were bleeding from their seven orifices, some were cut into pieces, and some were broken by some inexplicable poisonous insects, and now there were some disgusting insects surging in their bodies.

As soon as they saw the corpses whose bodies were hollowed out by insects, the two of them confirmed one thing, that is, Elder Qinglong really came. Only those from Elder Qinglong could use this kind of witchcraft in the southern border. It was really sinister and vicious.

Seeing this situation, the little monk Zenxin couldn't help but show a feeling of compassion again, and silently recited the scriptures, probably to save these tragic dead souls.

The thousand-year-old Gu that flew out of Zhou Ming's body became excited when he saw the insects moving in the corpse. Its red body flashed and then fell into the corpse. Once the thousand-year-old Gu fell into the pile of insects, the insects in the whole body suddenly became riot and they all hid everywhere. However, when they crawled out, they stopped in place less than a foot away. The thousand-year-old Gu is the king of ten thousand Gu. The poison on its body is unparalleled, otherwise it would not have been called the thousand-year-old Gu.
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