"Hahahaha, worthy of a fight!"
This voice sounded rather rough and old at first, but upon further listening, it became clearer and more lively. Finally, the word "war" was sonorous and powerful, unlike the voice of an old man. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
At this time, the Fengdu Ghost City had collided with the Lutian Holy Altar, and the city gate was facing the stone platform where Jingli was. I saw those ghosts marching neatly out of the way. Thousands of colorful clouds surged up, and thousands of red mist dispersed the ghost energy. The original austere atmosphere was swept away, replaced by the supreme majesty of Emperor Fengdu.
The gate of hell was dark, and as the voice trembled, a tall figure walked out of it.
The man's complexion was like a spring flower, and there was a beauty in his face that was rarely seen among men. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his every frown and smile were teasing. He was also dressed as elegantly as a young man from an aristocratic family, with brocade robes and jade belts, crane cloak and black boots, jingle rings and jingle bells, and a strange fragrance.
As he walked step by step, a river of blood seemed to be overflowing under his feet, the living beings turned into dead souls, and the bones paved the road.
"It seems that fellow Taoist Mang Yi has gained a lot from eliminating the five ghost emperors..." Gongsun Yanhua laughed softly, "Unlike me, my health is getting worse day by day."
Most of the monks' appearance remains that of their prime in the Spring and Autumn Period, neither too old nor too young, but Mang Yi, uncharacteristically, often appears as an old man. Previously, Gongsun Yanhua guessed that this was what he looked like before his death, but now it seems that he is just quite restrained on weekdays and rarely manifests his true form. This time Fengdu City slaughtered all the five ghost emperors and the ghosts under their jurisdiction. He must have used this to gather countless Tao seeds to prepare for the final fight.
Mang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Gongsun Yanhua, and said with a smile: "I think your fellow Taoist has a pure appearance, a true image, transcending the five elements, and having the same life span as heaven and earth. I don't know why his body is so different?"
Gongsun Yanhua still smiled brightly, neither denying nor admitting. When Mang Yi saw that she didn't answer, he looked at Jingli: "On the other hand, fellow Taoist, you, like the void, have nothing."
Jingli didn't answer him, but Mang Yi was still smiling, with a look of regret in his eyes: "Can you see the people you bless? All living beings are dull, greedy for sex and misfortune, and their spiritual intelligence is dim. Fellow Taoists have a heart of persuasion. But those who slander the truth will gain nothing."
No one can tell whether Mang Yi's words were meant to persuade him or to be sarcastic. He said that the human race has too many distracting thoughts in their hearts, which is not suitable for understanding the great road. Even if a saint like Jingli comes to this world, he will be slandered and betrayed by them, and ultimately gain nothing.
In fact, the four major tribes in the north stabbing each other behind the mirror can already illustrate this point. When the priests of Dajing fought hard with the demon tribe, they broke through the mirror capital; and when the demon tribe went north, they left behind their surrendering companions.
Jingli replied calmly: "Don't worry, fellow Taoist."
Mang Yi laughed loudly again, and said cheerfully: "Okay, okay, fellow Taoist cares about the common people, so I won't say more."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Lutian Holy Altar shook slightly.
The clear air in the sky sinks, while the turbid air on the ground rises. The two suddenly merge, and an indescribable vitality bursts out of the void. Purity and turbidity intersect, creating all things. Flowers, plants and trees on the heavenly altar gradually sprout, birds and animals gradually grow, and the world changes almost in the blink of an eye. Those ghost armies made tiny sounds, like seeds bursting out of the ground, and life burst out of them.
The living dead, flesh and bones. Emperor Fengdu was in charge not only of the death of living beings, but also of the life of the undead.
"Fellow Daoist Master Gongsun is dead. Unfortunately, he is too strong in fighting spirit and cannot hurt Tai Shang." Mang Yi smiled toothily at Gongsun Nightmare Hua. Gongsun Nightmare Flower held up the bone umbrella in his hand, and the bones under his feet did not give way to him. The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers are the complete opposite.
The colorful fan and flower-stepped hairpin on her head shone brightly: "Isn't the Taoist Master also a path to death?"
Mang Yi raised his hands, and towering trees rose from the ground. The ghost army sprouted fresh flesh and blood, and then was covered bit by bit with soft skin, gradually turning into a human form. en8. He said: "My fellow Taoist, turning bones into life is the way of life and death. However, my ability to adapt to life and death is naturally different from yours."
Although the ghost army looks like a human being, its eyes are dull and its movements are stiff. Apart from being alive, it is no different from dead bodies.
Jingli had been calmly watching him reconstruct the environment of Lutian Holy Altar with the way of life, and never stopped him.
After all, it is supreme inaction.
If he does nothing, he will be absolutely invincible.
Naturally, Mang Yi couldn't let him stand like this. If he couldn't force Jingli to take action, then no matter how exquisitely he and Gongsun Yanhua evolved life and death here, it would still be for the blind to see. Gongsun Yanhua naturally understood this truth, and she captured the profound meaning of Mang Yi's words. She governs death and life, that is, the path of death that destroys life, while Mang Yi can integrate life and death and transform the existence of things between life and death.
In this way, the Lutian Holy Altar is almost under their control.
Mang Yi made no other movements except raising his hands. Countless creatures were born with just one thought of his, and countless ghost armies were resurrected with just one thought. These ghost soldiers seemed completely unconscious at first, but gradually their eyes became clear. They looked at their hands and feet in amazement, unable to believe the fact that they had come back to life.
This is the same as the demon saint resurrecting Hu Hanmei, deceiving the way of heaven and regaining the life taken away by it. But at that time, the demonic saint only attracted one soul, but now Mang Yi was attracting tens of thousands of souls who had been dead for who knows how long. Such a large amount of life resuscitation is enough to trigger punishment from Heaven. Mang Yi seems to be very relaxed at this time. Gongsun Yanhua is assisting in concealing the secret of Heaven.
He smiled at Jingli and said, "Look, now my ghost army has turned into humans."
Jingli closed his eyes and concentrated, his mind sank, his soul was placed in the emptiness, and everything was indistinct and indistinct.
Don’t look at it, don’t think about it, don’t care about it.
The Supreme Being forgets his feelings, and all paths are unharmed.
The white bones at Gongsun Yanhua's feet quickly spread in all directions, with strong death energy attached to them, and any living thing would die if they touched it. The birds in the sky fell, the animals on the ground turned into bones, and even the flowers, plants and trees withered and withered.
The most important thing is people. The tiny vitality given to them by Mang Yi is not enough to resist the death aura that Gongsun Yanhua casually spreads. And when the energy of death disappears and the spirit of vitality disappears, a person dies. It stands to reason that after death, everyone returns to Fengdu City, but this is the Lutian Holy Altar, and all the dead humans will not turn into ghosts, they will become heroic spirits in the altar.
What is a heroic spirit? The altar is made with one's own body, and the Taoism is burned with the soul. They are an inseparable part of the altar of Lutian.
In the span of a lifetime like this, Mang Yi and Gongsun Yanhua had already connected the cause and effect between these ghost armies and the Lutian Holy Altar. But this bit of cause and effect is not enough to shake humanity's weapon of war. Otherwise, over the years, demons and ghosts have attacked humans, and many of the people who died in their hands have entered the Lutian Holy Altar. Wouldn't that be a mess
So a larger cause and effect is needed.
Mang Yi looked at the humane heroes floating around, and said loudly to Jingli: "Are you really not going to care about the Lutian Holy Altar?"
Jingli's expression was calm, as bright and clear as the moonlight in the sky. He could not see any dirt of the troubled world, nor was he involved in the chaotic vision of the altar of life and death. The six realms of death and life were frozen around him, in a hazy silence, unaffected by any external changes.
Mang Yi frowned slightly: "It's really..."
Completely free from causal interference, just like a person who does not exist in this world. It is worthy of being born out of the inheritance of Taishangdao.
The bones gradually gathered under Gongsun Yanhua's feet, her smile had disappeared, and a slightly cruel look appeared on her always gentle face. Her voice was cold and clean: "Continue."
Then the weather dropped, the earth's energy rose, and once again heaven and earth merged and all things came into being.
Soul-calling flags began to appear in the ghost town behind Mang Yi. These white flags formed a continuous sheet, vast and vast, and the entire ghost town was covered in white mist at a glance, and its outline was vaguely visible.
The corpses of the humane cultivators who had just turned into heroic spirits were still there. Their skeletons stood up little by little under the guidance of the soul-calling flags. The armor on their bodies was permeated with the cold ghost energy. Not long ago, another reincarnation of all things allowed life to dispel the death energy from their bodies. These soulless corpses began to grow flesh and blood, becoming indistinguishable from living people. This is so similar to the previous scene, as if the cycle of life has begun again.
Mang Yi grabbed into the void, and many of the heroic spirits around him disappeared in an instant, and some of the ghost soldiers began to regain their clarity of mind.
After all the newly transformed heroic spirits were sent back to their vigorous bodies, Gongsun Nightmare Flower's path of death and life came again, and they all fell again and became heroic spirits again.
The cycle begins.
Mang Yi allowed this small world to constantly repeat the scene of the union of heaven and earth and the transformation of all things. He used this vitality to keep the bodies of the dead alive, and then went across the sea to attract countless souls into these "living" bodies. Gongsun Yanhua killed these living people again and again, allowing them to become heroic spirits in the Lutian Holy Altar countless times.
One hundred thousand ghost armies, every time they cycle, this kind of cause and effect will start to pile up exponentially, and finally this kind of cause and effect will accumulate to a destructive point.
Any consequences are possible, but the most likely outcome is annihilation—that is to say, this small world will be completely destroyed.
Creating a small world is something that every saint can do, but it is hard to say to completely destroy an existing small world. No one has ever done this in history. The collapse and annihilation of the world will produce unimaginable huge power. Just a small tear in the space may completely destroy the body of the cultivator who has already joined the Tao, let alone the complete collapse of a world as big as the Lutian Holy Altar.
This power will directly affect the big world, and in the most conservative case, it will destroy an area equivalent to the size of the small world. Countless disasters and changes will follow, and countless chaos and distortions of rules will follow, which will lead to another round of balance in the way of heaven. If we estimate according to the worst case scenario, the world will return to its original state, and then the world will be re-opened.
Because Jingli is in an indescribable and invincible state of mind, Gongsun Yanhua and Mang Yi must first try to shake him with great cause and effect. The things in this world that are directly related to him are nothing more than one, humanity and morality, so we must start from here.
The problem is that humanity is declining now, and even if they kill everyone, they may not be able to get enough cause and effect to shake him, so they can only target small worlds like Lutian Holy Altar, and use huge risks. The method of cause and effect cycle. They are not worried about the resulting destruction of the world, because Jingli is unlikely to be able to withstand such a huge cause and effect, and he will definitely break away from the Supreme Realm before the destruction of the world.
As long as Jingli escapes from this state of "invulnerability to all realms", it will be much easier for demons and ghosts to attack him.
Jingli still looked calm, but the stagnant things around him began to become more and more. Be it power, matter, time, or space, everything fell into absolute stillness, and nothing could be touched. he.
And here, the cause and effect cycle created by Mang Yi and Gongsun Yanhua is getting faster and faster.
A hundred thousand times, a million times, tens of millions, billions of times.
Hundreds of thousands of times, millions of times, millions of times, billions of times.
The cause and effect are superimposed in infinite multiples, and its destructiveness becomes more and more destructive. The Lutian Holy Altar may collapse at any time. Fine cracks covered every corner of the stone platform. Deep cracks appeared on the bone umbrella in Gongsun Yanhua's hand, and there were fewer and fewer soul-calling flags in the ghost city.
Before reaching a certain critical point, the cracks on the stone platform invaded the still world, and the Supreme Way covered by Jingli was finally broken.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the radiance of the altar illuminated the earth, and the moonlight poured down from thousands of feet.
Gongsun Yanhua's figure flickered uncertainly. A skeleton as white as jade broke through the Tianling Cap and crawled out. The fragile beauty skin slipped from head to toe.
Mang Yi's body grew more than a hundred times, and the real body of Emperor Fengdu, shrouded in black mist, opened his mouth to devour the majestic and gloomy ghost city, looking up to the sky and roaring.
The three parties faced each other, and the two saints opposite Jingli took action almost at the same time. The invisible and formless way of life and death, and the extremely threatening pure power squeezed towards the small stone platform. Almost instantly, the place was filled with three completely different ways. The chaos and disorder did not cause any damage. All of these powers are aimed at each other, and not a single bit will be leaked. This is completely different from the earth-shaking fights between ordinary cultivators.
Jingli felt great pressure almost as soon as he faced them head-on. Gongsun Yanhua had the deepest cultivation among all the saints, and Mang Yi was at his peak. He couldn't do anything about the two of them. Confrontational.
A strange red light suddenly appeared above the full moon, and the bright moonlight gradually converged. The evil spirit of Gongsun Nightmare Flower had begun to affect the weather of heaven and earth.
Jingli took a step back, obviously a little frustrated. The inheritance he practiced required to sense the celestial phenomena. He had turned the crescent moon into a full moon before, but at this time, Gongsun Yanhua was able to cut off a large part of his strength.
Mang Yi Jiejie smiled slyly: "Take advantage of his illness to kill him!"
A large formation appeared at Jingli's feet. The dead souls in the formation were wailing and murderous. As soon as Mang Yi stretched out his hand, a thin and withered arm emerged from the formation. The hand filled with deathly power directly grabbed Jingli, trying to drag him into the formation.
Jingli's body glowed brightly, and faith in the Lutian Temple instantly arose in the hearts of the human beings under the endless deep sky. This faith condensed into the purest will power, and poured continuously into the Lutian Holy Altar. A holy ring began to gather in the sky above the altar, and the light instantly suppressed the withered hand made of a dead prop.
But at this time, Gongsun Nightmare Hua didn't even move a hand. If he could barely keep up with Mang Yi, then once Gongsun Nightmare Hua joined the battle, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just when Jingli thought of this, Gongsun Yanhua had already taken action. She did not touch Jingli directly, but raised her hand and pointed at the stone mirror!
Click.
Fragmented sounds were clearly audible.
Jingli noticed that the stone mirror was hit almost immediately, and then he subconsciously used some of his spiritual thoughts to look at the three sticks of incense in front of the mirror. Only the last bit in the middle of the three sticks of incense was left. The warm yellow light flickered for a moment, and then it was about to burn out.
Almost at that moment, the clouds in the stone mirror dispersed, and the pure air swept out in a majestic surge.
"Now that the two of you are here, let's just use the big one to bully the small one. Why bother provoking me with all your hands and feet?"
The cold and solemn voice reached the sky, the immortal in white clothes and white hair appeared from the clouds, and the vast clear light fell on the altar.
In an instant, the bright moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east!