"Hahahaha, worthy of a battle!"
The voice sounded rather hoarse and old at first, but after listening carefully, it became clear and sassy, and finally the word "war" was sonorous and forceful, not like the voice of an old man.
At this time, Fengdu ghost city has collided with Lutian altar, and the gate of the city is facing the stone platform where Jingli is. I saw those ghost soldiers neatly making way for a passageway, thousands of colorful clouds surged up, and thousands of red mist scattered the ghostly aura.
The gate of hell was closed in darkness, and following the tremor of the sound, a tall and straight figure stepped out of it.
That person looks like a spring flower, and there is a kind of beauty rarely seen among men in his face. The corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and his every frown and smile are full of provocation. He is also dressed in a romantic style like a prince of aristocratic family, brocade robe and jade belt, crane cloak and black boots, rings and jingle bells, and a strange fragrance bursts out.
As he walked step by step, there seemed to be a river of blood overflowing under his feet, the living beings turned into dead souls, and the road was paved with bones.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Mang Yi gained a lot from purging the five ghost emperors this time..." Gongsun Yanhua laughed softly, "Unlike me, my health is getting worse day by day."
The appearance of ascetics is mostly kept at the peak of spring and autumn, neither too old nor too young, but Mang Yi often appears as an old man uncharacteristically. Previously, Gongsun Yanhua guessed that this was his appearance before death, but now it seems that he is usually quite restrained and rarely manifests his real body. This time Fengdu city slaughtered all the ghost emperors of the five directions and all the ghosts under their jurisdiction. Presumably he used this to gather countless Dao seeds and prepare for the last fight.
Mang Yi raised his eyebrows and sized up Gongsun Yanhua, and said with a smile, "My view is that fellow Taoists have an incorruptible posture, a real image, escape from the five elements, and have the same life span as heaven and earth. I don't know why the body is so different?"
Gongsun Yanhua was still smiling, neither denying nor admitting, Mang Yi saw that she didn't answer and looked at Jingli: "On the other hand, you, fellow Taoist, have nothing but the same void."
Jing Li didn't answer him either, but Mang Yi was still smiling, and his eyes looked rather regretful: "You can see the person you are protecting? All living beings are dull, greedy for lust and happy for misfortune, and their spirits fade away. Fellow Taoists inherently have the heart of persuasion, But those who slander the truth will gain nothing."
Whether Mang Yi's words were painstakingly persuading or sarcasm, no one could tell. He said that there are too many distracting thoughts in the human race's mind, which is not suitable for penetrating the Dao. Even if a saint like Jing Li is born, he will be slandered and betrayed by them, and eventually he will gain nothing.
In fact, the fact that the four northern tribes stabbed guns behind the big mirror can already illustrate this point. When the priests of Dajing fought bitterly with the Yaozu, they broke through Jingdu; and when the Yaozu went north, they abandoned their companions who surrendered.
Jingli replied indifferently: "Don't worry about it, Fellow Daoist."
Mang Yi laughed loudly again, and he said bluntly: "Alright, alright, fellow daoists care about the common people, so I won't talk too much."
As soon as his words fell, the altar of Lutian shook slightly.
The clear air in the air sinks, while the dirty air on the ground rises, the two suddenly merge, and an indescribable vitality bursts out from the void. The clear and turbid intersect, and all things are born. The flowers, plants and trees on the altar of the sky are gradually sprouting, and the birds and animals are gradually growing, almost changing the world in the blink of an eye. There were subtle sounds from those ghost soldiers, as if seeds had burst out of the ground, and vitality burst from them.
The living dead, flesh and bones. Emperor Fengdu is not only in charge of the death of living beings, but also the life of undead.
"Fellow Daoist Gongsun is dead, but it's a pity that the fighting spirit is too strong to hurt Taishang." Mang Yi grinned at Gongsun Yanhua. The singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers are the opposite.
The colored fan and flower hairpin on her head flickered with light: "Isn't the Daoist Master's death also?"
Mang Yi raised his hands, and the towering giant tree rose from the ground. Fresh flesh grew out of the ghost army, and then was covered with soft skin little by little, gradually turning into a human appearance. He said: "Fellow Taoists, using bone to transform life into life is the way of life and death, and I am flexible in life and death, so I am naturally different from you."
Although the ghost army looked like a human being, his eyes were dull and his movements were stiff, and he was no different from a dead body except for his vitality.
Jing Li has been watching him calmly rebuilding the environment of the Lutian Altar with the Dao of Life, and never tried to stop him.
After all, it is too much to do nothing.
If he does nothing, then he can be absolutely invincible.
Naturally, Mang Yi couldn't let him stand like this, if he couldn't force Jingli to make a move, then no matter how delicately he and Gongsun Yanhua evolved life and death here, it would be for the blind to see. Gongsun Yanhua naturally understood this truth, she caught the deep meaning in Mang Yi's words. She advocates life and death, that is, the way of death that destroys vitality, and Mangyi can accommodate life and death, transforming the existence of things between life and death.
In this way, the Altar of Walking Heaven is almost under their control.
Mang Yi didn't do anything other than raise his hand, countless creatures were born when he moved his mind, and countless ghost soldiers were resurrected when his mind changed. These ghost soldiers seemed insane at first, but their eyes gradually became clear. They looked at their hands and feet in amazement, and couldn't believe the fact that they had come back to life.
This is the same as the revival of Hu Hanmei by the sage of the demonic way, deceiving the way of heaven, and reintroducing the life that was taken away by it. But at that time, the sage of the demonic way was only guiding one living being, but now Mang Yi was attracting tens of thousands of souls who had died for an unknown period of time. The recovery of such a large number of lives is enough to cause the punishment of heaven, but Mang Yi seems to be very relaxed at this time, and Gongsun Yanhua is assisting in covering up the secret.
He smiled at Jingli: "Look, my ghost army has turned into humans now."
Jing Li closed his eyes and concentrated, his thoughts sank, his soul was placed in the emptiness, and everything was invisible.
Don't look or don't want to, don't care.
If you forget your feelings too much, all ways will be harmless.
The white bones under Gongsun Yanhua's feet quickly spread in all directions, and there was a strong death air attached to them, and the living beings would die if touched. 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 endowed by Mang Yi on them is simply not enough to resist the death energy that Gongsun Yanhua casually casts. And when the dead energy is not full of vigor and vigor, the person dies. It stands to reason that after death they would all return to Fengdu City, but this is the altar of Lutian, and all the dead human races will not turn into ghosts, they will become heroic spirits in the altar.
What is a Heroic Spirit? Casting an altar with one's own body and burning the orthodoxy with life and soul, they are an integral part of the altar of Lutian.
During the one-on-one killing just now, Mang Yi and Gongsun Yanhua had already connected these ghost troops with the altar of Lutian. But this cause and effect is not enough to shake the weapon of war of humanity. Otherwise, the demon race and the ghost race have attacked the human race for so many years, and many of the people who died in their hands would have entered the altar of Lutian. Wouldn't that be a mess
So a bigger cause and effect is needed.
Mang Yi looked at the human spirits floating around, and said loudly to Jingli: "You really don't plan to take care of this altar?"
Jingli's expression is calm, as bright and clear as the moonlight in the sky, he can't see half of the dirt in the turbid world, and he doesn't get involved in the vision of the altar where life and death are chaotic. The six realms of life and death froze around him, and he was in a hazy silence, unaffected by any external changes.
Mang Yi frowned slightly: "It's really..."
Completely free from causal interference, like a person who does not exist in this world, it is worthy of being born out of the inheritance of the Supreme Dao.
The bones under Gongsun Yanhua's feet gradually gathered, her smile disappeared without a trace, and a slightly cruel expression appeared on that always gentle face. Her voice was cold and clean: "Go on."
So the weather drops, the earth's atmosphere rises, and it's another time when the heaven and the earth merge and all things are born.
The ghost town behind Mang Yi began to appear with soul-calling banners. These white banners stretched into pieces, vast and indifferent. At a glance, the entire ghost city was covered by white mist, and its outline could be vaguely seen.
The skeletons of those human cultivators who had just turned into heroic spirits still remained, and their skeletons stood up little by little under the pull of the soul-calling banner. And not long ago, the transformation of all things allowed the vitality to dispel the death energy in their bodies. These soulless corpses began to grow blood and flesh, and became no different from living people. This is too similar to the previous scene, as if the cycle of life has started again.
Mang Yi grabbed the void, and many of the heroic spirits around him disappeared instantly, and some of those ghost soldiers began to regain their sanity.
After all the newly transformed heroic spirits were returned to their vibrant bodies, Gongsun Yanhua's way of death and life came again, and they all fell again and became heroic spirits again.
The cycle begins.
Mang Yi made this small world repeat the scene of the intermingling of heaven and earth and the transformation of all things, using this vitality to keep the body of the dead alive, and then cross the sea to attract countless souls into these "living" bodies. And Gongsun Yanhua killed these living people again and again, making them become heroic spirits in the altar of Lutian countless times.
One hundred thousand ghost army, every 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 level.
Any consequences are possible, the most likely is the destruction of the world—that is to say, this small world will be completely destroyed.
Creating a small world is something every saint can do, but it is difficult to completely destroy an existing small world. No one has ever done this in history. The collapse and annihilation of the world will generate unimaginable power. Just a tear in a small space may completely destroy the body of a practitioner who has already joined the Dao, let alone a world as large as the Heavenly Altar.
This power will directly affect the big world, and in the most conservative case, it will destroy an area comparable to the size of the small world. Then there are countless disasters and changes, and the disorder and distortion of countless rules, which will lead to another round of balance in the way of heaven. If it is estimated according to the worst case, the world will return to the original state, and then the world will be opened again.
Because Jingli is in an indescribable state of mind where all ways are inviolable, Gongsun Yanhua and Mangyi must first try to shake him with great karma. The things that are directly related to him in this world are nothing more than one, humane morality, so we must start from here.
The problem is that humanity is declining now, even if everyone is killed, it may not be enough to shake him, so they can only target a small world like the Altar of Heaven, and use a huge risk The law of causality. They are not worried about the resulting destruction of the world, because Jingli is unlikely to survive 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 breaks away from this state of "All Taos do not invade", then it will be much easier for Yao Dao and Gui Dao to attack him.
Jingli still looked peaceful, and there were more and more stagnant things around him, whether it was power, matter, time, or space, everything fell into absolute stillness, nothing could be touched he.
And here, the causal loop created by Mang Yi and Gongsun Yanhua is getting faster and faster.
One hundred thousand times, one million times, ten million times, billions of times.
A hundred thousand times a hundred thousand times, a million times a million times, a million times a million times, a billion times a billion times.
Karma is infinitely multiplied upwards, and its destructiveness becomes greater and greater, and the 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 banners in the ghost town.
Before a certain critical point was reached, the cracks on the stone platform invaded the still world, and the way of the Supreme covered by Jingli was finally broken.
He slowly opened his eyes, the light of the altar illuminated the earth, and the moonlight poured down.
Gongsun Yanhua's figure was flickering, a jade-white skeleton crawled out of the sky, and the delicate skin of a beauty slipped from head to toe.
Mang Yi's stature was more than a hundred times stronger, and the real body of Emperor Fengdu, who was surrounded by black mist, opened his mouth and swallowed the majestic and gloomy ghost city, looking up to the sky and screaming.
The three sides confronted each other, and the two saints facing Jingli shot at almost the same time. Life and death were invisible, and the extremely threatening pure power squeezed away on this small stone platform. Almost in an instant, this place was flooded with three completely different ways, and the chaos and disorder did not cause half damage. These forces are all aimed at each other and will not be leaked. This is completely different from the shaking of ordinary ascetics.
Jingli felt great pressure almost as soon as he confronted them head-on. Gongsun Yanhua has the deepest cultivation level among all the saints, and Mang Yi is at the peak of his power. He can't do either of them casually. Confrontational.
A strange red light suddenly appeared above the full moon, and the bright moonlight gradually subsided, and the evil spirit of Gongsun Yanhua had already begun to affect the weather of heaven and earth.
Jingli took a step back, obviously a little helpless, the inheritance of his practice needs to sense the celestial phenomena, which is what he meant by turning the crescent moon into a full moon, but at this time, Gongsun Yanhua has broken his arm.
Mang Yi Jie Jie laughed slyly: "Take advantage of his illness and kill him!"
A large formation appeared at Jingli's feet, and the dead souls in the formation wailed endlessly, with murderous intent. As soon as Mang Yi stretched out his hand, a thin and haggard arm also emerged from the big formation, and the hand with the power of death directly grabbed Jingli, trying to drag him into the formation.
The light around Jingli shone brightly, and the human race under the endless deep space instantly had faith in the Lutian Temple. This belief was condensed into the purest wish power, which was continuously poured into the Lutian Altar. A sacred ring began to condense above the altar, and this radiance instantly suppressed the withered hand that was transformed into a dead tool.
But at this time, Gongsun Yanhua didn't even move a hand. If he could barely draw with Mang Yi, then once Gongsun Yanhua joined the battle, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just when Jingli thought of this, Gongsun Yanhua had already made a move. Instead of touching Jingli directly, she raised her hand and pointed at the stone mirror!
click.
Fragmented voices are clearly audible.
Jingli noticed that the stone mirror was hit almost immediately, and then he subconsciously sent out a little spiritual thought to look at the three sticks of incense in front of the mirror. Only the last point in the middle of the three sticks of incense was left, and the warm yellow light flickered for a while, and then it was about to burn out.
Almost at that moment, the clouds in the stone mirror cleared away, and the clear air swept out majesticly and violently.
"It's fine for the two of you to bully the small, why bother to provoke me?"
A cold and solemn voice ascended to the sky, a white-clothed and white-haired immortal appeared from the clouds, and the boundless clear light shone down on the altar.
In an instant, the bright moon set in the west and the sun rose in the east!