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A few minutes later, Ye Ying over there seemed to have seen Fatty Gao, and immediately stopped her men to prevent them from shooting.

And Smith's people did not dare to provoke, as for Zhang Sanshan and others, they ceased fire immediately.

"Fatty?" Ye Ying called out.

Fatty Gao froze for a moment, then shouted loudly: "It's me."

"Fatty man, don't shoot, or I won't spare you." Ye Ying threatened.

"I can't help it. The people on your side are not simple. They almost sent me away." Fatty Gao said helplessly.

Ye Ying immediately warned the people next to her, and then walked over alone.

Smith didn't expect someone to come to the door, and almost raised his hand to shoot.

"Gringo, if you dare to do something, I'll be the first to send you on your way." Fatty Gao looked at Smith coldly, and pointed the gun in his hand at him.

"Fatty, why are you here?" Ye Ying looked at Fatty Gao in surprise and asked.

"It's nothing, I'll explain later, but why did you appear here? Logically speaking, shouldn't you go back?" Fatty Gao asked back.

"It's a long story, and it's confidential. I can't tell you too much." Ye Ying shook her head.

"Understood, Mr. Ye, but if you don't tell me, the foreigner next to you will not let it go. We were all brought here by him." Fatty Gao pointed at Smith.

"Mr. Smith, I think we've met again. I didn't expect that we, the Eight-faced Pagoda, hunted you down like this, but we met here." Ye Ying looked at Smith, with a trace of solemnity flashing in her eyes.

"Eight-faced Buddha? In fact, we are all the same way, aren't we? Why don't we sit down and have a good talk?" Smith said with a smile.

Ye Ying was just about to have a conversation, but she saw someone shooting over there, and the bullet happened to hit Zhuo Bufan over there.

The fat man pulled the trigger on the man over there almost subconsciously, and the bullets instantly penetrated the man's gas mask and shot into the head.

"What are you doing?" Ye Ying suddenly turned around and shouted.

The people at the Eight Faced Stupa were stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Little San." The four people next to him immediately supported the man and shouted in a low voice.

"Fatty, take your life." The strong man next to him suddenly pulled off his gas mask, raised his submachine gun and fired at Fatty Gao's position.

Fortunately, Fatty Gao reacted quickly, and hurriedly squeezed behind the stones on one side, and even Ye Ying was pulled over.

"Mr. Feng, if you don't care about your people, are you killing me?" Ye Ying shouted.

The bullets kept falling on the ground, as if it was the answer to Ye Ying.

For a moment, only the strong man was going crazy, and the people from the Bamian Pagoda had pointed their guns at the strong man, but they would not shoot without an order.

"Run." At this moment, Jiang Chen heard a voice.

Fatty Gao and the others looked back, only to see Jiang Chen lying on the coffin mountain, staring at himself.

"Boy, how dare you." That old man Feng suddenly scolded, and then, like a ghost, he passed by Fatty Gao in an instant, and then appeared in the palace.

Just as he raised his hand to deal with Jiang Chen, he saw streaks of blue light all around him, making the whole space brighter.

"Run." Jiang Chen used all his strength and shouted the word again.

Only then did Fatty Gao realize that something was wrong, but he saw many figures inexplicably appearing around him, they were ancient soldiers, and their eyes were shining with blue light.

"It's not right, everyone, why does this thing feel so scary." Fatty Gao said.

"Yin soldiers." Zhou Yi'an said in a deep voice.

"What the hell? Yin soldiers?" Fatty Gao's voice rose a little in an instant.

"That's right, it's Yin soldiers. I didn't expect that there would be Yin soldiers here. Maybe that's why this place became a place to kill masters." Zhou Yi'an said.

"Then what are you looking at, run, Yin soldiers cross the border, and Cunchao will not be born." Fatty Gao pulled Ye Ying and was about to run.

But after running a few steps, he stopped immediately and realized that he was the only one trying to escape.

"No, brothers, what time is this? They are Yin soldiers, immortal existences. Is it possible that you really want to work hard?" Fatty Gao said angrily.

"Jiang Chen is still over there." Ye Ying reminded.

Only then did Fatty Gao come to his senses, let go of Ye Ying's hand, and quickly ran to the palace over there.

"Give it up." He said to Old Master Feng, and wanted to leave without Jiang Chen behind his back.

"Leave it to me." The crutch in Old Man Feng's hand instantly poked towards Fatty Gao's calf, but at this moment, after a flash of cold light, it was blocked by a knife.

"Uncle Jiu, where did you come from, Uncle Jiu." Fatty Gao looked back and said extremely excitedly.

"Let's go first, leave this old thing to me." Uncle Jiu said, looking coldly at Old Man Feng over there.

"Uncle Jiu, let's go together, there are Yin soldiers here, we can't resist." Fatty Gao shouted.

"So what about mere ghost soldiers?" Old Man Feng snorted coldly, only to see that he cut his palm, and the blood on his body spilled out in an instant.

After the blood stained those Yin soldiers, a lot of green flames burst out of those Yin soldiers, and then disappeared.

"Special bloodline?" Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

"That's right, you can't get close to mere yin soldiers. You can leave today. Leave that person to me. I need the memory in his mind." Old Man Feng said coldly.

"I don't know what bloodline you are, but it's just right. I haven't moved for a long time with this old bone, and I'll play with you." Uncle Jiu held the Dragon Slaying Blade in his hand, and didn't let it come out.

"It's really been a long time since I left. Many people have forgotten my deeds of sealing Wumen." Feng Wumen said coldly.

"Seal five doors?" Zhang Sanshan was stunned when he heard these three words.

"Have you heard of this old man's name?" Fatty Gao asked suspiciously.

"That's right, Feng Wumen's original name was Feng Ren, and he came from a mysterious family. He just appeared, and it was during the war at that time. As soon as he made a move, he forcibly slaughtered five families. The one-person slaughter was due to the morals of the world. It's too chaotic, many people don't care about this kind of thing, and no one dares to provoke him, and at the same time gave him a nickname, called Feng Wumen." Zhang Sanshan said.

"Boy, what you said is very good. I haven't done anything for decades." Feng Wumen slowly took off his coat and the mask on his head, revealing a not very old face .

"Zhang Sanshan, are you kidding me, war will happen, at least you have to be more than ten years old, and if you calculate it now, you must be at least 90 years old." Fatty Gao was suddenly unhappy.