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Text Chapter 649 Impermanence (Second Update)

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    When Zhou Aotian and the others left with the corpses of the two great masters, the twelve daughters of Meng Qinghe stood still, recalling the previous fight, gradually feeling themselves and the sword intent.

    The swordsmanship of the two great masters is exquisite, which greatly stimulates them. Under such circumstances, their swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds.

    After a long while, a nun sighed softly: "It's better to be the Grand Master!"

    She felt that what she had gained from the fight this time was better than the tempering and training she had undergone since receiving the empowerment.

    "Sister Meng, we should find the great master to do it."

    "Exactly, the great master is enjoyable."

    "Under the great master, the harvest is indeed too little to be worthwhile."

    "Hey." Meng Qinghe laughed and said: "You are so loud, the Grand Master is not so easy to deal with, if you are not careful, your life will be in danger."

    "It's okay, the abbot is here."

    "That's right, if you die, you will still stay in this world, and you will enter the abbot's Xiaoxitian Paradise of Ultimate Bliss."

    "I just don't know if the abbot's Xiaoxitian Paradise of Ultimate Bliss has been built yet. I really want to see it."

    "If you want to see it, you have to die."

    "That's fine."

    "Actually, life and death are nothing."

    "Living is also boring."

    "It's actually pretty good."

    They talked a lot, the fight just now was like a dream, leaving no excitement in their hearts.

    They don't care so much about life and death.

    Although he is young, he has actually suffered too much pain in his heart. Although he has been repaired by the Qingxin Mantra and infiltrated by Buddhist scriptures, he still cannot hide his exhaustion.

    Sometimes I feel that death is a kind of relief, a kind of joy.

    After discussing for a while, they began to clear the ground. The blood stains had to be completely removed, and the smell of blood was also dissipated.

    After a while, there were no traces, and the freshness and fragrance returned to the air.

    At this time, Hu Yunxuan brought two guards to the Vajra Courtyard.

    The two guards were stopped by her wave, not letting them in.

    Meng Qinghe and the others came out to greet her and welcome her into the courtyard.

    Hu Yunxuan kept looking at it from the moment she entered the door, and she also looked at it after entering the front yard, always feeling a little different.

    Meng Qinghe smiled and said, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

    "It's not quite right." Hu Yunxuan shook her head and said, "It always feels different."

    Meng Qinghe said: "The abbot has been here before."

    "Oh¡ª?" Hu Yunxuan said, "Is there any arrangement for the monk Fakong?"

    Meng Qinghe shook his head slightly: "I just pointed out our practice, why are you here, Your Highness?"

    Under normal circumstances, Hu Yunxuan came to sleep at night, fell asleep deeply while reciting Buddhist scriptures, and had a good night's sleep.

    Rarely come here at this time.

    "I heard the news." Hu Yunxuan said with a sneer: "A group of bull-headed horse faces, demons and ghosts ran out to play wild!"

    Meng Qinghe said: "It has been cleared, Your Highness does not need to interfere with these matters."

    "Impermanence Sword Sect will come too?" Hu Yunxuan said: "You can't deal with them!"

    "Can Your Highness stop them?" Meng Qinghe asked with a smile, "I'm afraid it won't work either?"

    They passed through two moon gates and came to a courtyard.

    Here is a quiet and simple courtyard, located adjacent to the east side hall, but it is a specially built guest room.

    Hu Yunxuan usually lives here at night, bathed in the sound of wooden fish and chanting scriptures, she falls asleep, sleeps deeply, and her body is unobstructed, which is better than taking medicine, which has infinite benefits for her body's nourishment and recovery.

    "I don't believe they dare to attack me!" Hu Yunxuan snorted.

    "Why, Your Highness?" Meng Qinghe said: "We can handle it."

    "Don't be so stubborn." Hu Yunxuan said: "How long have you learned swordsmanship, how can you beat Wuchang Jianzong, and I heard people say that the next time Wuchang Jianzong dispatches is likely to be a grand master."

    "It may not be the great master." Meng Qinghe said: "It is likely that they disdain to send out the great master."

    As one of the four sects, Wuchang Jianzong must be extremely arrogant, how could he easily use the great master?

    The key is the identity of the Vajra Academy.

    The abbot is a disciple of the King Kong Temple, and the other courtyard he built is even lower than the King Kong Temple, let alone the King Kong Temple.

    and??Go ahead.  "Meng Qinghe put down the teacup: "Let Zhao Xiu'e lead someone to hide in the dark and not come out."  "

    "Yes." The pure nun drifted away.

    "Four great masters!" Hu Yunxuan also put down the teacup, got up and said, "You guys can't handle it."

    The four great masters, they are three against one, and it is impossible to win, so they can only defend themselves.

    She turned around and walked out.

    "Your Highness!" Meng Qinghe said hurriedly.

    Hu Yunxuan waved her hands away, continued to walk out, and came to the vestibule of the main hall, where she saw four middle-aged men.

    The robes they wore were black, and white from the collar to the placket to the middle of the sandalwood, which looked very special.

    When people look at this special clothes, they will know that it is a disciple of Wuchang Jianzong.

    The four stood with their hands behind their backs, like four swords coming out of the box, showing their sharpness, and the air in the entire front yard seemed to be full of sword energy, chilling.

    Hu Yunxuan inexplicably wanted to escape.

    This dangerous feeling made her body stiff and her face stiff as well. She gritted her teeth and stared at the four middle-aged men.

    They all looked up at the sky, and then at the direction of the main hall.

    In the main hall is enshrined a golden statue of Buddha, said to be the first monk of King Kong Temple, with big ears, gentle and generous.

    They didn't seem to know that Hu Yunxuan was coming, nor did they know that Meng Qinghe and the others were coming, but they just stood with their hands behind their backs and looked at the Buddha statue in the main hall.

    Meng Qinghe glanced helplessly at Hu Yunxuan and shook her head.

    Hu Yunxuan snorted lightly and said, "Who are you?"

    Looking at the four middle-aged people, it was like four swords piercing across the air, and the cold light pierced their eyes, and they couldn't help but want to close them.

    Hu Yunxuan felt this way.

    She felt her eyes hurt and couldn't help but want to cry.

    Meng Qinghe made a seal with both hands, and a heart-cleaning mantra fell on Hu Yunxuan's head, and immediately the wine fell into her mind, and the feeling of crying disappeared instantly.

    Meng Qinghe said: "The four are masters of Wuchang Sword Sect?"

    The middle-aged man in the lead was handsome, but cold as ice. He glanced at Meng Qinghe indifferently, but did not look at Hu Yunxuan: "For the sake of the Fakong monk, if you leave Yunjing now, your lives will be spared." <  a href="https:///88094_88094731/677284571.html" target="_blank">https:///88094_88094731/677284571.html</a> The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: m.zhhbiqu.co
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