Before everyone could take a few steps back, they heard a muffled thunder in the void, and for a moment, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. A terrible storm swept up, and countless sand and stones on the ground were rolled in all directions.

The ultimate fight will trigger the secrets of heaven.

For a moment, everyone didn't even see clearly what happened, and they were blown around by the strong wind.

"Amitabha!!"

Just hearing the Buddha's name in the sky, a five-foot-long golden body appeared out of thin air in an instant. The Buddha's light was brilliant and dazzling, like a great sun, lighting up most of the sky and sweeping away the dust in the surrounding fields.

"No form, no life, no self, no heaven!!"

A black smoke billowed up under the Buddha's light, revealing the appearance of the eight-armed Mahadharma. For a moment, demonic clouds billowed, and with the swing of the tin staff in Lu Zhi's hand, it turned into chaos.

"Get away!!"

Seeing the flying sand and rocks in front of them, everyone could only retreat hastily.

In panic, Zhao Peng could only grab junior sister Nie Haitang's hand and keep retreating.

"Someone attacked!!"

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind, and in the gray sand and stone, a line of black figures covered with veils quietly came out from behind, with weapons and scythes in their hands, killing everyone on sight.

These people had been prepared for a long time. Their faces were wrapped in thick silk scarves. Under the silk scarves were goggles made of polished crystal flakes. They were all experts. Everyone was caught off guard, and they suffered heavy casualties in an instant...

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"not good!!"

Zhao Peng sensed that something was wrong, so he pulled out the sword from his waist. He didn't care about whoever stood in front of him, he just swung his sword to stab anyone in front of him. At that moment, several Huntian prison disciples were caught off guard and died in front of Zhao Peng.
Chapter completed!