Martial Arts Fusion: Starting from the Head of a Clan

Zhu Wuwu was in the realm of a master, so he naturally did his duty, but now, it didn't matter what the outcome was.

The Shenhou didn't try his best because he didn't want to break up with everyone.

Once the identity is established, the consequences are difficult to predict.

"Amitabha! With the help of the ancient benefactor, we can protect ourselves without any danger!"

The Master of Emptiness sighed.

If the eight sects do not come up with a unified result, it will have a great impact on the reputation.

As the leader of the eight major sects, Shaolin is the first to bear the brunt.

Mu Taoist sighed: "That's fine, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you!"

How can the names of Wudang and Shaolin make Shaolin more beautiful than before? If word spreads, Wudang is not as good as Shaolin.

"Then let's take action together."

Master Kongxing shouted: "Ancient donor, we are here to help you!"

The leaders of the four major sects, plus Jiang Feng and Cao Zhengchun, joined the battlefield, and the pressure on Zhu Wuli increased greatly.

Gu Santong stepped in sideways and punched him from under his arm.

Zhu ignored the movement of his left palm and grabbed the outstretched fist.

Without thinking, Gu Santong retracted his fist and directly received a palm with his chest. The distance between the two was just a stone's throw away.

Gu Santong received a hard slap, his face turned pale, and a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He took advantage of the opportunity and punched Zhu Wuwu in the chest.

Zhu Wuwang's expression changed, and there was a dark cold light under his lowered eyelids, like a bottomless cold pool, burying people's vitality.

"You forced me!"

At the critical moment, he seemed to turn into a black hole.

The surrounding light was swallowed up by him, and an irresistible suction force rolled towards everyone.

No matter how he was blocked, the figure flew towards him involuntarily.

"It's really you!"

Gu Santong spoke in a cold voice.

"It's late!"

Zhu Wuli didn't hold back any more, and absorbed most of Gu San Tong's punch power.

He took a hard punch, frowned slightly, and his body withstood the impact of the punch.

Taking advantage of the exchange between the two, he punched Gu Santong firmly in the chest.

Just listen to the sound of the bell, like the morning bell of an ancient tomb, striking in the hearts of everyone.

The ancient three links are as bright as the immortal golden body, which flickers and goes out like a candle floating in the wind. []

The indestructible magic power of the battle was shattered by a punch, and his body was like a cannonball. His back bulged violently, his clothes exploded, and the remaining energy spread throughout his body.

With a crackling sound, all the muscles and bones of Gu Santong were displaced and broken every inch, with a popping sound like a gourd rolling to the ground, and he no longer lost the majesty of a great master.

"Ahem! This is your true strength!"

Gu Santong's eyes were dim and he was spitting out blood.

"You have stayed in Tianlao for 20 years using the same technique, and during these 20 years, my strength has been increasing all the time. How can you compare with me."

Zhu ignored his eyes and stared.

Everyone stopped and looked at him fearfully.

"So, what happened back then was your fault?"

Gu Santong looked at his former friend with complicated eyes.

"Don't you know the answer?"

Zhu Wu ignored it and did not cover it up. At this time, it was useless to cover up.

So what if a bunch of dead people knew.

"Amitabha!"

Master Kongxing put his hands together: "Does the ancient donor want to follow the example of 20 years ago?"

Everyone was shocked, their faces turned white!

Zhu ignored the strength he showed and went on a killing spree, with no one able to escape.

It's really hidden too deeply.

"Hahahaha, weren't you the one who forced me to do this?"

"Why are you forcing me?"

Zhu Wuwu walked towards everyone step by step, like a demon devouring the world, which made people shudder.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand and took it in the air.

Under this palm, Master Kongxing had no chance to fight back and flew straight towards him. He saw his head and Zhu Wuwu's right palm close at hand.

A Buddha's voice came: "Amitabha!"

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Chapter 150 Three Grandmasters join forces to fight Zhu Wuwu (Happy New Year’s Day!)

Master Sunyata's body flew away in the air and flew back upside down.

An old monk wearing gray cloth robes, with white eyebrows and beard, descended from the sky.

Although he looks fragile, no one dares to underestimate him.

"Thank you, Uncle Du'e, for the rescue!"

Seeing the visitor, Master Sunyata bowed.

The visitor is the Shaolin monk Du Zi, the divine monk Du E.

"Meet the evil monk!"

Everyone saluted!

I breathed a sigh of relief, the Divine Monk of Duanhe came, everyone's lives were safe!

"The holy monk is also here for me?"

Zhu Wuli opened his eyes slightly and spoke attentively.

"The benefactor committed the sin of killing, and his sins are so serious. Why don't you put down the butcher knife and come with me back to Shaolin to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name to wash away the sin of killing!"

Monk Du'e's tone was calm, but there was an irresistible determination in his words.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Wuwu looked up to the sky and laughed: "When it comes to hypocrisy, I, Zhu Wuwu, am willing to be inferior to Shaolin!"

Yue Buqun lowered his head, his eyes flickering on and off: Compared to Shaolin, my skin is still thinner!

"Amitabha!"

The Duhe Divine Monk clasped his hands together and said in a low voice: "So, the poor monk has no choice but to transform into the Angry-Eye King Kong to slay demons!"

"Just you?"

Zhu Wuwu competed with each other, and his momentum did not fall behind.

"Everyone, the matter has settled, it's time to show up!"

The divine monk Duhe said to himself.

When Zhu Wuyi heard this, his expression changed drastically.

As soon as he finished speaking, a nun wearing plain monk robes and a hexagonal hat appeared.

Her facial features were ordinary, with a few shallow wrinkles.

Every move seems to be connected with heaven and earth, revealing a deep sense of Zen, completely natural.

"Master!"

An unprecedented smile appeared on Master Miejie's face, and she bowed in salute.

"I've seen Fengling Shenni!"

The holy monk Du'e performed a Buddhist ritual!

"Devastated Monk, come back and be well!"

Fengling Shenni is the second generation head of the Emei Sect and a disciple of Guo Xiang, the founder of Emei Mountain. Her cultivation is unfathomable.

Emei in this world was created by Guo Xiang, but it has nothing to do with Huang Rong. The world automatically corrects itself.

"I didn't come tonight!"

A hearty laugh sounded.

Jiang Feng looked over and saw that the person coming was none other than He Zudao, the great master of the Kunlun Sect.

Zhu Yiyi's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip.

The strength of these three people is unfathomable, and he is confident that he can deal with one of them.

You can get away even if you lose two, but three are too much of a threat.

Although the three people did not appear at the same time, they vaguely surrounded Zhu Wuwu in the center.

"How virtuous and capable I am, that I actually asked three of them to go out together!"

Zhu Wulan sighed, it was hard to be kind today.

"We were all deceived by you back then!"

He Zudao had an unwavering look on his face. He was one of the people who participated in the investigation.

Who would have thought that Zhu Wuwu, who was in charge of the investigation, was the murderer.