The Absolute Spirit Array forcibly changes the spiritual meridians of heaven and earth with the power of the sky, which is a very difficult formation to arrange. 108 flags, 108 cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage have entered the threshold of masters, no matter which sect, being able to send more than 50 disciples in the Nascent Soul stage in one go is the first in the cultivation world. A sect.
The 108 cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage require the combined efforts of the entire righteous path to gather together, and as long as there is one less person, the Absolute Spirit Formation will dissipate, and the whole game will be lost.
When Zhengdao selected the candidates for the Jue Lingzhen, they were afraid of choosing people who had something to do with the devil or a cultivator who was not strong enough to be easily influenced by the devil. The 108 Nascent Soul practitioners they gathered were all from the future. The mainstay, he was sure that the formation would never be broken, so he dared to let go of the Demon Sect.
Who would have thought that Shu Yanyan had planted an intractable nail in the righteous path eleven years ago, and eleven years later, shaken the Absolute Spirit Array and the entire righteous path's plan.
In mid-air, the pink-shirted woman was holding a Nascent Soul of a righteous cultivator in her hand, and she casually stuffed the Nascent Soul into her own magical implement, a budding flower on the other side.
Shu Yanyan's natal magic weapon is a quasi-magic weapon that is as greedy as she is, and every time she uses it, she has to feed a Nascent Soul before she is willing to work.
The other side flower slowly bloomed after swallowing He Wenchao's Nascent Soul, paving a blood-red road among the ghosts summoned by Qiu Congxue, just like the road to the other side to send people's souls back to the underworld.
The remaining 107 disciples watched in despair as these two beautiful but poisonous women gradually lost their minds in the fragrance of Manzhu Shahua's flowers.
"Shu Yanyan!" Qiu Congxue said angrily, "Your flowers have swallowed several of my ghosts!"
Shu Yanyan said lazily: "You know my other side flower, I can't control it myself, it eats whoever it likes, can you control your own ghost? As soon as I get close to you, I can hear the hungry ghost. Does the sound of gnawing on bones hurt? No wonder you can't beat the Lord in the Mahayana period, and you can't control your weapons, too weak."
The two half-hearted women mocked each other and harvested the enemy's life. Qiu Congxue said dissatisfiedly, "Your lord forbids me to devour their souls, I feel uncomfortable."
After he finished speaking, he rubbed his teeth.
"Your Highness said, dead cultivators can still be reincarnated as ordinary people. If there is no deep hatred, don't destroy people's souls. If we kill cultivators, we belong to those who go against the sky and kill those who go against the sky. Heaven will not count our sins on us. If you destroy people's souls, you will destroy the rules of reincarnation of the six realms, and the heavens will bring serious crimes, and our heavenly tribulation will be sad." Shu Yanyan said.
"As a demon cultivator, I kill people without blinking, but I have obsessions in strange places." Qiu Congxue said disapprovingly, "When I set foot on the Asura Road, I didn't plan to turn back."
Shu Yanyan shrugged: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree with the Lord, but you have to beat him first. In our Xuanyuan Sect, whoever has the bigger fist has the final say."
With Shu Yanyan's other shore flowers blooming, the sky is gradually dyed red, and a red star shines in the sky.
"Sure enough," said the sect master of Jiuxingmen, "Seven kills, breaking the army, and greed for wolves, these three stars are the biggest obstacles in this battle between the righteous and the devil."
Biluogu Valley Master said: "Fortunately, we still have a backer."
"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple gently flicked the Buddha beads in his hand, called the Buddha's name, and then threw the rosary into the air.
At the same time, a peacock with colorful Buddha light appeared on the heads of Shu Yanyan and Qiu Congxue. Under the Buddha's light, the flowers on the other side withered, Shu Yanyan's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and she said dryly: "No way, this time, the Buddha is even as big as a peacock. The King Ming's Fa-xiang has all invited?"
In Buddhism, it is said that the peacock was born for the phoenix, eats people, swallowed the Buddha one day, and the Buddha burst out, wanting to kill it. The Buddhas dissuaded them, believing that the peacock had a predestined relationship with the Buddha, so they drove the peacock to Lingshan, and named it "Buddha's Mother Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva".
The Peacock Ming Wang Jing has the power to relieve disasters and prolong life. Whether Shu Yanyan's other side flower or Qiu Congxue's resentful soul, all were suppressed to death.
Under the Buddha's light, the flowers on the other side wither, and the resentful soul re-enters the cycle of reincarnation.
Shu Yanyan is better, but she is pure in heart and has few desires. Qiu Congxue was different. She was originally a ghost cultivator, but this time, she was simply trying to save her into reincarnation, which really cost her life.
At this time, among the remaining dozens of cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, 18 cultivators suddenly took off their headgear, revealing 18 brightly bald heads, sitting cross-legged and reciting Buddhist scriptures.
"What the hell!" Shu Yanyan exclaimed, "I've never heard of a bunch of bald heads in the formation, I can't do anything about this group of bald heads!"
Qiu Congxue in the Buddha's Light smiled and said: "We have just rushed to kill for a while, these righteous disciples are also considered dead and injured, and the rest are severely damaged, it is impossible to fight again, your mission and mine are also completed. I will break this later. Dharma Master of King Daming, escape."
"Are you crazy? Do you want to be saved?" Shu Yanyan said, "Is you Qiu Congxue such a self-sacrificing person?"
"Shut up." Qiu Congxue kicked Shu Yanyan and flew into the sky by herself. Countless bones appeared in front of her, blocking the Buddha's light for Qiu Congxue.
A string of rosary beads could be faintly seen in the Buddha's light, Qiu Congxue could smell a burnt smell on his body, and the white bone armor gradually dissipated in the Buddha's light.
I see!
She stretched out her bones, grabbed the string of beads, and threw the beads into the distance.
Shu Yanyan heard Qiu Congxue's shrill screams, and her figure disappeared in the Buddha's light. Eighteen Buddhist monks vomited blood. Obviously, they and Qiu Congxue lost both in this battle without gunpowder smoke.
The Buddha's light disappeared, and Shu Yanyan looked at the scarred monks and those who could no longer fight. She put away the smile on her face and said lightly, "Let's go."
Everyone who thought she was going to start killing people looked at Shu Yanyan puzzled, but heard the witch of Xuanyuan Sect say: "Ten years of war, countless casualties, whether it is the right way or the devil's way, it takes a hundred years to recuperate. Enough to die. I've killed enough."
Holding a piece of black cloth, she turned and left, leaving the cultivators of the righteous path who were still alive to look at each other.
Outside the Xuanyuanzong Mountains, Baili Qingmiao kept picking up the fallen monks. In order to rescue her, she kept walking further and further away from the large army. She saw a black figure floating by the river, and she hurriedly used Yinyue Xuanshuangling to pull the person up.
"Thank goodness, you are still alive!" "Oh my God! All the flesh and blood on your body is gone!" "Your face is all black, you can't tell which sect disciple you are!" "Are you a boy or a girl? "Don't give up, you must persevere!"
Qiu Congxue's eyelids moved, and the noise in her ear made her unconscious. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a woman in a goose-yellow dress who was healing herself with tears streaming down her face.
"It's so noisy." Qiu Congxue said, finding that her throat was burned, and she could only make a hoarse voice that was neither male nor female.
"You're still alive, woo woo woo!" Baili Qingmiao cried sadly, "You don't want to die, too many people have died, so many seniors of the division have died, you don't want to die, I will never again Hope to see someone die before my eyes."
Qiu Congxue: "..."
She opened her eyes, and for some reason, a sentence rose in her heart--I saw a ray of sunshine shining on Baili Qingmiao's body, her expression was gentle and firm, and she was so beautiful with her wholeheartedness in rescuing people.
What's the mess? Qiu Congxue wrinkled her charred brows, why did such sour words suddenly pop up in her mind
With the rising of the rising sun, the war on the other side has come to an end. The strength of the righteous and demons in the north of Xuanyuanzong Mountain is almost the same. Most of the casualties in the past ten years, and the elixir accumulated by the medicine hall for many years has also been used up. Even if there are more injured people, They can't be saved either.
Yuan Tanzhu is the only one of the four altar masters who can still stand, and there are only one or two remaining monks in the right way. Yuan Tanzhu asked: "Are you still fighting? The spiritual energy has recovered, and if we continue to fight, we will definitely lose both. ."
The cultivator of the right way silently looked at the battlefield between Wen Ren'e and the twenty-one masters, and shook his head silently.
Ten years, such a result is really tragic. Fortunately, they have already exchanged a little bit of life for the cultivation world, and successfully avoided a small catastrophe in ten thousand years.
Yuan Tanzhu also cupped his hands and said: "In this case, please leave Xuanyuan Sect, we will not secretly attack."
The monks of the right way discussed, nodded, helped the fellow Daoist on the side, sacrificed a large flying boat, and left Xuanyuan Sect.
In the battle of the demons, only the top twenty-two battlefields are left.
Yin Hanjiang, whose injuries had gradually recovered after several years of recuperation, did not care about the retreating cultivators, but stared at the battlefield. The day passed, night fell, the stars twinkled in the sky, but the Seven Killing Stars were dim.
"Your Highness!" Yin Hanjiang stood up with his sword and said nervously.
"Don't look, Wen Ren'e can't live anymore." Ruan Tanzhu "comforted" him, "Twenty-one high schools were besieged, and one of them was a Buddhist practitioner. You know the Buddhist sect of 'purifying all beings' and 'letting go' How powerful is Tu Dao? When he thought of the Buddhist scriptures, he suddenly lost his will to fight. Wen Ren'e relied on his fierce fighting will to defeat the strong countless times. Buddha Xiu was his biggest nemesis. Just a Mahayana practitioner."
Lord Ruan Tan has really implemented the character of the devil who has two sides and three swords. One moment ago, he called him "Zun Shang", and the next moment he became Wen Ren'e. He really turned his face and didn't recognize anyone.
After "comforting", he spit out a dead worm, crushed it with his feet, and cursed in a low voice: "Let you give me a heart attack, I will kill you! Ten years ago, before Wen Ren'e died, you thought about what to do. How do you control the position of the rest of the altar masters and the guardians of the sect master? The scheming is so deep, why didn't the battle between the demons kill you!"
"It's almost like death," Yuan Tan sighed. "The mother gu has been beaten to death by others. Otherwise, will you be able to spit out the heart-eating gu so easily?"
Rao is the ruthless Ruan Tan master, looking at Xuan Yuanzong's dry bones, he couldn't help but say: "Too many people died."
"The righteous way is also for the catastrophe that occurs once every ten thousand years," Yuan Tan said, "Actually, the devil's way has been very honest under the control of the lord for many years. We will only harm the cultivators, and we will not dare to start with ordinary people. The righteous way forcibly took the initiative to attack, launched the righteous demon war, and used tactics such as the absolute spirit array, just to deceive the heavenly way, lest it use the cataclysm to clean the human world. It is worthwhile to spend so many people's lives in exchange for ten thousand years of vitality. ."
"We are all people who deserve the calamity. It's fate." Lord Ruan Tan rarely said something elegant. He turned his head and saw that Yin Hanjiang was gone, and immediately cursed, "Grandma's, where is Yin Hanjiang!"
The person who could still move twisted his neck with difficulty, seeing that Yin Hanjiang's original seat was empty. In the deep mountains, in the forbidden area of Xuanyuan Sect, there was a faint sound of drums, and the sound was louder than the sound.
After listening to Ruan Tanzhu's words, Yin Hanjiang understood what kind of attack Zun Shang was facing at this time.
Fighting will, as long as there is fighting will, Zun Shang will never lose!
But now the three-way battlefield, the two battlefields have died down, and Zun Shang is still facing the strongest Buddhist cultivator in Wuxiang Temple. Where does the fighting spirit come from
At the time of desperation, Yin Hanjiang thought of the Burning Heaven Drum, the drum that contained the memory of the battle between the Immortals and Demons.
He decisively merged with the demon sword, turned into countless blood swords and rushed to the front of the Burning Heaven Drum, using the mana of the virtual realm period and using his body as a hammer, forcibly knocked on the Burning Heaven Drum.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
"Boom", a soft sound seemed to hit Wen Ren'e's heart.
He slowly opened his eyes, and an old monk with a kind-hearted face in front of him said to Wen Ren'e: "Young General Wen Ren, don't hate him anymore, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
Major General? It's been a long time since I heard someone call him that for three hundred years.
Three hundred years ago, he was still an ordinary person. He was loyal and loyal to the country, but in exchange for the whole family to be beheaded, he resented, he hated, he wanted to kill all the ignorant rulers in the world, and then... what happened after that
"Boom"! The second drum beat hit Wen Ren'e's heart again, the corners of his brows twitched, and another little boy appeared in his memory, so small, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, just like he was on the battlefield Leaving a sigh of relief, after being rescued by the nearby people, he heard that the Wenren clan had killed the nine clans themselves.
"Major General, there is no end to the sea of suffering, and it's time to turn back." The old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures wildly, and Wen Ren'e's just-rising killing intent dissipated again.
"Dong, dong, dong!" The rapid sound of three war drums seemed to urge Wenren's horn.
He saw another picture, a man wearing a ghost mask, hugging his robe, and closing his eyes peacefully in front of the ever-bright lamp.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!" The sound of Fentian's drum was deafening, like a person shouting in Wen Ren'e's ear: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!"
Wen Ren'e opened his eyes completely and said to the compassionate old monk in front of him: "Master, put down the butcher knife, do you want to ask me if my knife is willing or not?"
The abbot of Wuxiang Temple shook his head tremblingly: "After all, it fell short."
With his words, the illusion around Wen Ren'e dissipated. Twenty-one masters raised their natal magic tools to aim at Wen Ren'e. If he woke up a moment later, so many magic tools would knock him out.
The sound of the war drum urged his life, Wen Ren'e raised the seven-killing halberd and said loudly: "You can push the deity to this level, it is worth the deity to fight hard. We are all at the end of the force, the last blow, who can survive, Leave it to destiny to decide."
After all, the Seven Killing Stars in the sky shined brightly, Wen Ren'e's Seven Killing Halberds met twenty-one magical weapons, twenty-two supreme divine weapons collided, and the huge force of heaven and earth collided, causing thunder. bursts!
While chatting, the Demon Daoists looked at the sky, and Lord Ruan Tan said incredulously, "Your Honor is still alive, how did he survive? Twenty-one masters!"
"Don't change your mind and call your Lord, hurry up and set up a protective formation! Do you want to die!" Yuan Tanzhu kicked Ruan Weiyi's ass.
Ruan Weiyi was busy opening Xuanyuanzong's mountain protection formation. At the moment when the barrier was formed, a bloody light rushed out of the formation and entered the battle circle without fear.
Yin Hanjiang didn't care about the damage to his body caused by the aftermath of the fight between masters. His eyes were blood red, and he was looking for Wen Ren'e's figure among the countless fallen ruins.
This severed limb is not, that magic weapon is not, where is it, where is it!
A Zen staff fell and was about to hit Yin Hanjiang, when a tattered halberd seemed to have life and stood in front of Yin Hanjiang, blocking the attack of the Zen staff for him.
When Yin Hanjiang saw the halberd, he recovered his human form, picked up Wen Ren'e's natal instrument, and found the dying Wen Ren'e by the sound of the instrument's resonance.
He flew forward and hugged Wen Ren'e. The joy of losing and regaining made Yin Hanjiang's mouth go numb, and he was speechless.
The two landed smoothly, Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e and trembled all over, while Wen Ren'e slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed Yin Hanjiang's face, and said weakly: "Yin Hufa, you finally saved the deity."