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date="2020-12-24"

title="Chapter 80 9.16 (8) "

weight="113534"

series = ["My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World"]

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The owner of Tianyinguo.

Although Jingyue is not good at instrumental music, she is still quite interested, and said, "Dare to ask Sixiang Villa how to get there?"

Guest A pointed the way, "The villa is on the cliff not far from Dachuan City."

Jingyue: "Thank you."

In the blink of an eye, the others disappeared at the entrance of the inn.

When he left, A, B, and C did not recover for a long time. Suddenly, the guest A slammed the table, took out an atlas from his arms, lowered his head and flipped it, and then pointed to a full-length portrait and shouted: " It's him! I said so familiar!"

"Who is it?" the other two asked impatiently.

"Cold Cloud Sect! Old ancestor Jingyue!"

"It turned out to be him...really..."

Several people looked in the direction Jingyue had left, with respect and envy in their eyes, and they felt a little silly.

From Dachuan City to Yashan, it only takes half a day to fly a magic weapon.

In the evening, Jingyue had arrived at the foot of Yashan.

At this time, there are still trees and trees, and the sunset is red everywhere. The mountains were hidden in the sea of ​​fog, as if they were burning up, and Jingyue, who was very knowledgeable, couldn't help but sighed.

He was about to go up the mountain when he heard a surprised voice, "But A Jing?"

Blue Phoenix turned his head faster than Jingyue, and accidentally twisted his neck, but it didn't have time to sigh with pain. If you dare to call A Jing now, you must be alert!

"Huh! So it was him!" Blue Phoenix said angrily.

Jingyue also saw the visitor clearly, "It's him..."

"A Jing, long time no see."

The young Taoist stopped in front of Jingyue, but saw him with long eyebrows in his temples, phoenix eyes hidden stars, long body and magnificent appearance, with undisguised surprise on his face.

Jingyue: "It turned out to be Friends of Dao Wei."

His surname is Wei, and he is so familiar with him, only Wei Zhentu, a genius disciple of Xingluo Villa.

This person had lost to Jingyue at the Dianzhu Conference, and then came to ask about the formation, and was burned into a piece of carbon, so Jingyue was very impressed with him.

Wei Zhentu: "I didn't expect that A Jing still remembers me.

Jingyue: "Haha."

Blue Phoenix: "Jingjing, you have to be careful of him, Chichi thinks he is plotting wrong."

Jingyue pressed Blue Phoenix into his arms. Seeing that Wei Zhentu had become a golden pill, he asked, "Friend Wei Daoist is also here for Tianyinguo?"

Wei Zhentu: "Exactly, it seems that A Jing is the same."

Jingyue smiled: "Then we are competitors."

Wei Zhentu also smiled, "When we compete, we are the opponent. Now, let's go up the mountain together."

Jingyue: "Please."

Wei Zhentu made a gesture to signal Jingyue to go first, and Jingyue was not polite with him.

There are a total of seven peaks in Yashan, and Sixiang Villa is located on the seventh peak. Due to Tianyinguo, the gate of Sixiang Villa is wide open. Anyone who is a cultivator can easily enter the enchantment without any tokens.

But as soon as he entered the enchantment, Jingyue found that the scenery in front of him changed, as if he had broken into a scroll of ink painting—mountains, water, clouds, and buildings were all painted with ink, without any sense of reality. Can feel a piece of thin paper.

A layer of ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and a Taoist boy appeared slowly, as if torn the paper and walked out.

Dao Child bowed halfway to salute, "Two distinguished guests, please come with me."

As he spoke, he fiddled with it a few times, and the ink painting scroll gradually became three-dimensional, no longer the original flat feeling, and the scenery came to life.

"Huh?" Jingyue was curious and listened to Wei Zhentu: "It's Sixiang Villa's big mountain formation. It looks weird and the principle is not complicated. If A Jing is interested, I will tell you later."

Jingyue nodded and said, "Okay."

They followed Dao Child all the way to a courtyard.

Dao Child: "Tianyinguo is expected to mature tomorrow afternoon, and someone from the villa will invite you in advance. Let's take a good rest today."

Jingyue: "Thank you."

Wei Zhentu asked Tong: "Should I live with him?"

Tao Tong: "There are two guest houses in the courtyard."

Wei Zhentu frowned without a trace, but Jingyue keenly perceives, "What? Is there a problem with Wei Daoyou?"

"No, I just asked casually, A Jing don't want to think too much." Wei Zhentu still has the usual smile, as if what Jingyue sees is an illusion.

When Dao Child left, the two walked into the yard together.

Jingyue wanted to ask Wei Zhentu about entering the mountain formation, but the other party changed his previous enthusiasm and said: "A Jing, we will see you tomorrow."

After all, without waiting for Jingyue's answer, he walked straight to a guesthouse.

Jingyue's eyes flickered slightly, and stood there for a while, then turned and walked to another room.

Blue Phoenix said in the will: "Jingjing! This person has a problem!"

Jingyue: "I know, he may not come for Tianyinguo."

But no matter what purpose Wei Zhentu has, it is not against him, because it is completely unexpected that he will come to Sixiang Villa.

Therefore, Jingyue did not take it too seriously.

At night, the mountain breeze blew over the shadows of the trees and whimpered.

Jingyue sits in the room, cross-legged into concentration.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and asked, "Chiji, what's the matter?"

Blue Phoenix was hiding in his arms and trembling, "Jingjing, I heard a lot of screams."

Jingyue's expression stunned, and he listened, but could not hear anything.

Blue Phoenix: "Really! They are all spirit beasts, I can hear them, they are all calling for help."

Blue Phoenix never lied about this kind of thing, so Jingyue got up directly, picked Blue Phoenix, opened the door and walked out.

The outside was very quiet, and the pale moonlight poured over the courtyard, shining a series of hideous shadows, Jingyue's consciousness released, and many hidden formations were discovered.

Sixiang Villa is proficient in formations, but the formations in the courtyard are only used to confuse people. It is not very difficult, but there is a divine sense in the formation. Once in the formation, the master of the divine sense can easily perceive the people in the villa. The trend.

Jingyue's control over the divine sense is very comparable. Without disturbing the opponent, he can also identify the formation students through the divine sense, so he said: "Chiji, you show the way."

At the same time, a secret room in Sixiang Villa.

An old man in a weird dress sat cross-legged in the room, and suddenly, a red monk appeared in the room.

Although the monk in red is a man, he has an extremely beautiful appearance. If he only looks at his face, he is born a bit more beautiful than most women. At this time, his red lips are slightly hooked, and he said to the old man: "It's all done, I would like to ask you more tomorrow. Don't worry, don't go wrong."

The old man: "Don't worry about it, you and I have worked together for hundreds of years. Don't you worry about me doing things?"

The monk in red is Mo Qianyun, the head of Sixiang Villa. He smiled slightly, like a spring flower blooming, "Of course I know what the ancestors are, but these monks are not simple. As far as I know, there are not only monks from Sanjie Temple, And the genius of Xingluo Mountain Villa, even... the child ancestor of Cold Cloud Sect also came."

The old man's expression changed: "Jingyue is here too? Huh! Just right! This time, I need to make Cold Cloud Sect a big pain!"

The two talked for another quarter of an hour, and the old man disappeared from the secret room. Only Mo Qianyun looked at the silence in the room, and said: "We are finally going to meet..."

Suddenly, his eyes were sharp, his gaze moved to the passage leading to the main hall, and then he sneered disdainfully.

Outside the main hall, Jingyue was hiding on an old tree.

"Chiji, are you sure it is here? This place seems to be the residence of the head of Sixiang Villa."

"That's it! Jiji really heard it!" Blue Phoenix stirred his wings. "It's just that those sounds suddenly disappeared. Jiji is not a liar!"

Jingyue touched its head and was about to speak, when suddenly he noticed that someone was coming.

Not far away, the young man used a magic weapon and counted with the other hand, turning around like a puppet from southeast to northwest, groping for the birthplace of the villa formation, and slowly came here.

Jingyue's sense of consciousness detected the other party's nervous look, and suddenly felt funny. But think about it carefully, the other party can dismantle so many dark formations on his own when he first enters the golden core, and he is truly a well-known genius in the cultivation world.

The visitor was of course Wei Zhentu. Seeing him getting closer, Blue Phoenix curiously asked, "Jingjing, the reason why this person was weird before, is it because he wants to steal the formation?"

Jingyue: "...Impossible? Xingluo Villa is the first door in the formation. What did he steal from Sixiang Villa? Could he also hear a strange sound?"

Blue Phoenix: "No! Only Feng can hear it! Jingjing can't hear it, let alone him!"

Jingyue: "Well, maybe he wants to know the secret of Sixiang Villa, so he came to investigate secretly."

Blue Phoenix: "Then shall we watch the changes?"

Jingyue: "No, let's ask him not to waste time. Just his movement, although he didn't alarm the formation, but it has already reminded the person who imprinted the spirit on the formation, that person did not move, I am afraid that he does not want to care about him."

Blue Phoenix nodded in agreement, "Team pig!"

Wei Zhentu never expected that he would get the title of pig teammate. In his hand is the secret treasure of Xingluo Mountain Villa, which can conceal his figure, and he is very confident in his technique of breaking the formation, and he should not disturb anyone. However, when he found a new life with his concentration, he was suddenly hit on the shoulder.

Even though he was always calm, he was sweating coldly at this time, but he turned around calmly and found a stone on the ground. Not far away, Jingyue was sitting on a tree, smiling at him against the moonlight.

"..." Wei Zhentu was trying to find a reason to conceal his behavior, so he heard Jingyue's voice transmission: "Go, you have been discovered."

Wei Zhentu was shocked, but thinking about it, Jingyue could find him. Most of the time, he was really exposed, so he had to leave.

Looking at Jingyue's back among the trees, the scene that he lost to the opponent in the Dianzhu Conference returned to his mind, making him feel something strange.

After a while, the two returned to the courtyard. Wei Zhentu wanted to pretend to be stupid, but Jingyue blocked him and asked, "What are you doing in the main hall?"

Wei Zhentu smiled, "What is A Jing doing again?"

Jingyue said directly: "I heard the scream of the spirit beast."

"What!" Wei Zhentu was about to rush out in an instant, but he stopped anxiously, his whole body tight.

Jingyue frowned. "What's the matter?"

Wei Zhentu smiled bitterly, knowing that Jingyue would not let him go. After thinking about it, he said, "It's a long story."

It turned out that the reason why he came to Sixiang Villa this time really meant to compete with Tianyinguo. But as one of the most valued disciples of Xingluo Villa, he didn't want to ask for a Guoba mountain and water specifically. His real purpose was to find someone.

Jingyue: "You mean, your two seniors have disappeared in Dachuan City?"

Wei Zhentu: "Yes, not long ago, their soul lamp went out. The door knew that they wanted to go to Sixiang Villa to exchange formations, so the head asked Mo Qianyun dignitaries, but Mo Qianyun said they had never seen it before. No way, We had to do our own investigation and we found out that many monks had disappeared near Dachuan City in the past ten years, and without exception, they were all Jindan monks."

"Obviously, this is not a coincidence, and the most probable and powerful one around Dachuan City is Sixiang Mountain Villa. More suspiciously, I found that since a thousand years ago, Sixiang Mountain Villa has been purchased on a large scale for hundreds of years. Spirit beasts, but those spirit beasts disappeared as soon as they entered the villa. No one has seen them raise them in captivity, and no one has seen them release them. Four hundred years ago, the Beast Castle suddenly issued an edict to never sell spirits to Sixiang Villa. The reason for the beast has not been made public. But the reason that can make the beast fort so angry is probably because Sixiang Villa did something bad to the spirit beast and was known by the beast. Now listening to what A Jing said, I believe me more Guess."

Jingyue: "Sixiang Villa is an array sect, what does it want so many spirit beasts to do? And, according to you, they still abuse spirit beasts?"

Wei Zhentu shook his head, "I don't know, but there must be weird in it. Their methods are so wicked, and many Jindan cultivators have disappeared inexplicably, so I wanted to check it out by fighting for the Tianyinguo. There is a wireless cable, but unfortunately..."

Wei Zhentu laughed at himself and asked: "How did A Jing find me?"

Of course Jingyue can't say it, only said: "I have my way. In short, I tell you, Sixiang Villa has a magical sense in the formation, which is enough for the cultivation of the Purple Mansion. Eight/nine of them come from Mo Qianyun."

Wei Zhentu was taken aback, "Why does he want to imprint his spiritual consciousness on the formation?"

Jingyue casually said: "Perhaps there is a secret that must never be discovered."

Wei Zhentu: "Could it be that Mo Qianyun is practicing what witchcraft?"

As far as he knows, Sixiang Villa was just a weak sect before, and the head was only Golden Core, and the aptitudes of the disciples in the door were even more uneven, so Mo Qianyun's talent was fair.

Later, Mo Qianyun and his master, Zhao Qingyuan, the head of the villa at the time, went out to practice together. Unfortunately, only Mo Qianyun came back. He took out Zhao Qingyuan's token and inherited the position of head.

After that, Mo Qianyun seemed to have eaten some treasures of heaven and earth, and his cultivation base advanced by leaps and bounds. It only took less than a thousand years to reach the Zifu from the foundation building.

Jingyue has never seen Mo Qianyun, nor can he answer Wei Zhentu's conjecture. He only said, "You have been stunned, even if you have any ideas, I am afraid it will not be possible. As for Mo Qianyun, I have to observe more in the future."

Wei Zhentu sighed, "That's all."

No words for a night.

On the second day, at noon, a Taoist boy came to invite them to the Lingyin Pavilion.

Jingyue said as he walked: "I don't know how many monks will compete with us later."

Wei Zhentu asked: "I don't know which instrument A Jing is good at?"

Jingyue sighed, "I'm not good at any of them, can I only use musical instruments?"

Wei Zhentu: "That's not true, as long as you can make a beautiful music, even singing is fine."

Jingyue: "...Neither will I."

"JingjingJingjingJingjing!!!" Blue Phoenix immediately climaxed, "Jiji can help you pick fruit, and there are so many playlists on hand! "JingjingJingjingJingjing!!!" When will there be a bright moon, please ask the blue sky... "

Jingyue was expressionless, "I want to commit suicide."

Feeling the insult, Blue Phoenix became angry with a puffer fish and lay on Jingyue's head and ignored him.

Jingyue and Wei Zhentu followed Dao Child all the way to the Lingyin Pavilion. There is a thick tree in the courtyard, which is the legendary Tianyin Tree.

The tree grows countless branches, but it only produces one flower. The flower has nine petals, and it is pure white and somewhat transparent, like ice crystals.

But Jingyue didn't care to pay attention, his attention was attracted by another person, "Master Jingwu?!"

The realization of Sanjie Temple was that a direct disciple who accidentally killed his own disciple under the control of a heart demon, destroyed the barrier of the demon tower, opened the door of the demon tower, and killed many people.

So I punish myself and go west to save sentient beings.

Why is he here?

The author has something to say:.

Jingjing: Lost to me, come to ask the formation.

Wei Daoyou: No...I didn't come for advice that day...

Jingjing: A person who is easy to learn.

Rouge: You feel right.

Jiji: Yes, yes!

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All familiar faces.

☆, 10.10

Jing Wu: "Amitabha, turned out to be the patriarch Jing."

Jingyue: "You have returned to Sanjie Temple?"

Jing Wu slowly shook his head, "Never."

Jingyue is even more puzzled. Jingyue is no longer in the Golden Core Realm. "Do you also need Tianyin Fruit?"

Jing Enlightenment: "My realm has always been unstable since I bred Dream Demon. Although Tianyinguo is most effective for Jindan monks, it also has a certain effect on Zifu stage, but the effect is much worse. Now there is no other way, I will come Give it a try."

Jingyue glanced at him thoughtfully, always feeling that the matter was not simple.

Maybe Er Jing Wu came for the secret of Sixiang Villa, but he didn't want to say it.

At this time, there were many people around the Tianyin Tree, Jingyue glanced roughly, there were one or two hundred Jindan monks, and there were a few Purple Mansion monks among them, which at least proved that Jingwu did not lie.

However, perhaps it is because Tianyinguo is not a great treasure. Although everyone is a competitor, the atmosphere is still happy.

After another small half-zhu incense, a handsome monk in a red robe, surrounded by the disciples of the Sixiang Villa, came to the Tianyin Tree, and said nothing nonsense, "Guests, I am the four The head of Xiangshan Villa, Mo Qianyun, has matured Tianyin fruit today. Next, it depends on who is predestined with it."

He made a gesture, and a disciple put down a futon ten feet away from the Tianyin Tree. The disciple said, "Please do not exceed the distance of the futon when attracting the Tianyin Tree, otherwise you may disturb it."

If the Tianyin tree is disturbed, the Tianyin fruit will directly wither.

This has always been the case in the past, and everyone has no objections.

Disciple: "Who wants to come first?"

A faceless female cultivator took out a guqin, "Let me try it."

She walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged, put Guqin on her knees, and closed her eyes. After a while, her fingertips were gently twisted, and the melodious piano sound followed.

Mo Qianyun in front of him showed a look of enjoyment, Jingyue stared at him distractedly, and did not feel any signs of practicing magic skills from him.

Jingyue turned her eyes to Wei Zhentu and shook her head slightly.

The latter frowned and did not speak.

Both were absent-minded, but many monks in the field were quite fascinated. Someone next to him lowered his voice and said, "This is the fairy Qiqin. Her sound is very famous in Xia Nanzhou. It is said that it can make dry trees grow flowers."

"It turned out to be her. I have heard that her piano is not only charming, but also capable of killing people."

The two said only a few words, and then calmed down and focused on appreciating.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the sound of the Qiqin fairy is, the Tianyinhua doesn't mean to bloom at all, and it is still tightly closed, wrapping the mature Tianyin fruit in the heart of the flower.

Knowing that he is hopeless, Fairy Qiqin sighed, hugged the qin and got up, "I have no chance with this fruit. It's up to you."

"Then I will try."

The speaker was a big man with a big waist and a round waist. He took out more than 20 kinds of musical instruments from Qiankun's bag in succession.

But even Jingyue, who is not familiar with rhythm, knows that Dahan has no play. Although his music is complex and orderly, it is far less pleasant than the sound of Qiqin Fairy.

Next, dozens of people tried again, all the instruments were slipped, and some even sang, but everyone returned without success.

Seeing that the sun was about to sink in the west, and the Tianyin flowers were lingering, everyone was a little anxious, and even the music played by someone showed a little impetuous.

At this time, Jingwu took a step forward and said: "Let me meditate for you."

He walked slowly towards the futon, lifted his robe and sat down, folded his hands together, and said the Sanskrit sound.

The sound is just the simplest six-character mantra, each sentence is uninterrupted, with its own rhythm, which makes people gradually settle and relax.

There seemed to be a lotus pond in front of everyone, with clear water and lotus flowers reflecting the sun.

There is a lotus platform in the pool. A golden Buddha sits on the lotus platform, one finger to the sky and the other finger to the ground, the eyes are as clear as the sea, and a universe can be seen.

Suddenly, the golden light of ten thousand feet descended, and the light melted thousands of Buddhas and thousands of Bodhisattvas, and the five aggregates were empty, and all sufferings were saved.

Everyone who heard the Sanskrit sounds felt that their desires were fading, and there was peace and happiness in their hearts.

Even Jingyue half-closed his eyes, enjoying the brief peace, while Blue Phoenix obediently leaned in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded.

"Thank you, Master Jingwu, but Tianyinguo didn't respond. It won't help for Master to continue."

Everyone awoke suddenly, Jingyue raised his eyes and saw that Mo Qianyun's face was pale, as if he was seriously injured, and he looked particularly ugly. But the individual disciples beside him were as white as paper.

Is it because of the sanskrit sound of enlightenment?

Jingyue's heart shuddered, and he was secretly wary.

Jing Wu was not angry, and stood up and said: "Amitabha, I want to recruit to the other side, but the other side will not be saved."

His words were inexplicable, but Jingyue saw a flash of panic in Mo Qianyun's eyes, and was immediately replaced by fiercely, but for another moment, there was no emotion.

Jingyue affirmed her speculation again, Jingyue had something in the words just now, it really had another purpose.

Since then, the atmosphere in the field has changed. There was a little restlessness at first. At this time, everyone was at peace, and some even laughed and said, "I have a normal rhythm, and I can’t get the sound of the sky, but it takes a little longer. It's a solid state, so why bother for it?"

After saying that, he bowed to Jingwu and left.

Jingyue didn't know how to leave. He was very persistent about Tianyingguo, so he hesitated a bit and sat on the futon.

He didn't have a handy instrument, and half of his singing was not in the tune, but he knew a few allegro, but he was level... It is estimated that Tianyingguo didn't care about him, and hoped that he would roll quickly.

Jingyue thought about it for a moment, and activated the spell.

The spiritual energy fluctuated faintly, but the surroundings were still silent, and no one heard anything.

While everyone was puzzled, suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance! People shook violently, and there was a waterfall pouring down on the green hills in the distance. The water splashed in all directions. In the setting sun, a rainbow bridge was reflected. The cloud-like waterfall plunged into the valley stream, naturally arousing gravel to urge ice. sound.

Immediately, people heard the gurgling sound of running water again, the sound was as pure as the morning of falling snow, and the whole world was pure white, not stained with dust.

The next moment, there was a sudden rain in the air, and the rain dripped, falling on the rocks, on the branches, and on the eaves, like a piece of natural music.

The rain drops quickly and slowly, blending with the sound of waterfalls and streams, but harmonious but not messy. The water seems to be alive, knowing how to deliver the most beautiful rhythm.

In the crowd, everyone had a faint smile on their faces, which was a kind of joy from the heart. They felt that the aura around them was filled a lot, and some practitioners with water spiritual roots were even more keenly aware that the water aura was extremely active.

Wei Zhentu looked at Jingyue's eyes closed on the futon, the smile on his lips had not disappeared, and his eyes had become more serious.

"Ah! Look!"

There was a low voice behind him, Wei Zhentu looked away reluctantly, and saw the pure white nine-petal flower on the Tianyin Tree, quietly opening a slit.

From beginning to end, Tianyinhua reacted to the sound for the first time.

Everyone was watching, but it was a pity that too many eyesight made it shy, and the petals finally closed.

Jingyue sighed, he did his best.

Fortunately, Blue Phoenix was affected by the Sanskrit sound, and he still slept soundly at this moment, otherwise it would be troublesome.

When the sunset faded and the moon poked out from the clouds, Wei Zhentu looked at the full moon in the sky and suddenly said to Jingyue: "A Jing, would you like to pick a leaf for me?"

Jingyue: "You can't pick it yourself?"

If Wei Zhentu hadn't heard it, his expression naturally pointed to the green plants under the moonlight and said, "Just the whispering grass."

Jingyue didn't know why. He felt that Wei Zhentu's brain was abnormal sometimes, but he didn't care about such trivial matters, so he twisted his fingers, and a blade of whispering grass was sandwiched between his fingertips.

Wei Zhentu: "You say you don't understand the rhythm, then I will try it for you, and you will listen to me."

Jingyue:? ? ? ? ?

Can't understand what the other party is saying!

I saw Wei Zhentu walk to the futon, but did not sit down. Instead, he arched his hand at the Tianyin Tree, and put the leaves Jingyue gave him between his lips, but what he played was not music, but The crisp sound of birdsong.

As the sun sets, the tired bird returns to the forest.

On the moon in the sky, the mountain breeze is rustling.

There is the sound of autumn insects crawling over the grass and trees, the sound of walking animals stopping by the lake to fetch water, the flowers blooming, the grass grows, the wind blowing across the rock wall, and the white moonlight.

Yes, moonlight.

Lonely Qinghui descended from the sky, Wei Zhentu shrouded in light and shadow, like the son of a bright moon, ordering the sleeping creatures to sing for him.

Someone woke up suddenly and said, "This is... Guan Qishan!"

"Yes! It's Guan Qishan's full moon and wind returning to the wall!"

Jingyue was puzzled. Fortunately, Blue Phoenix woke up at the right time and jumped up and said, "Guan Qishan, every full moon, the night wind will blow across the rock wall and make strange noises. Well, that's it."

"That's the case." Jingyue looked at Wei Zhentu, thinking that the other party said that he was not interested in Tianyinguo, but he still prepared very carefully, but relying on a leaf, even Guan Qishan was created.

Awesome!

Wei Zhentu seemed to perceive his gaze, and turned his head slightly.

But suddenly, Jingyue's gaze was staggered. He stared at the Tianyin Tree behind Wei Zhentu, and saw the nine-petal flower on the top of the tree, which was more innocuous than white snow, and gradually spread out.

Immediately, it was another petal.

One more petal.

...

A full nine petals, all bloomed in one breath, revealing an ice blue round fruit.

At that moment, everyone was addicted to it, quietly watching Wei Zhentu waved Tianyinguo into his sleeve.

But at this moment, the Tianyin Tree split from it, and a ten-story black tower rose from the ground, involving all the monks in the field!

Blue Phoenix was slammed out and fell to the ground.

It was still upset that Wei Zhentu slapped his face, but suddenly the sky was spinning, then Jingjing was gone, and he was also bounced back.

Blue Phoenix was flustered, and even rushed over, feeling like he was being picked up.

"Oh, there is a fish that slipped through the net...oh no, chicken." Mo Qianyun's mouth curled, and his expression looked a bit naive, but what he said scared Blue Phoenix to death, "My Hell Tower There are also spirit beasts that can't be captured? What are you? Are you a beast?"

"Quick, let go of this Phoenix! This Phoenix is ​​super fierce!" Blue Phoenix said while crying.

However, Mo Qianyun only heard "tweeting" a few times, and seeing Blue Phoenix being silly, laughed: "I'm still crying, cry now, there will be some time for you to cry...Ah!"

Mo Qianyun threw away Blue Phoenix abruptly, covering his eyes with both hands, blood dripping from his fingers, he screamed: "My eyes!!"

Blue Phoenix blew out a blade and tried hard to escape, but felt a strong hit on it. Blue Phoenix was knocked down to the ground and rolled a few times, and there was a sharp pain in his wings, and he could no longer move.

I saw a disciple next to Mo Qianyun said: "Mo Master, don't waste time, hurry up and arrange the formation. This flat-haired beast will come and clean up later."

Mo Qianyun released his hand, and a deep wound was drawn on his left eye, destroying his original delicate appearance, making him look a bit hideous.

He glared at Blue Phoenix on the ground and said, "This is here, haha, my eighteenth hall master is finally ready!"

At this time, Jingyue was standing on a gray-brown ground, surrounded by surging demonic energy, and there was a six- to seven-foot-high stone stele at his extreme sight, writing "waiting for life".

...Waiting to live? If he remembers correctly, it is one of the eighteen hells in the Buddhist hell road-the living hell.

The hell that Buddhism talks about has eighteen layers, including eight hot hells, eight cold hells, yuzeng hells, and lonely hells, but they do not go straight to one level. There are no levels of hell, but according to sin and time. .

Waiting for the living hell is one of the eight hot hells, with a full sentence of 16,220 billion years.

"A Jing?!"

Jingyue turned around and saw that Wei Zhentu was not far away, and there were several cultivators scattered around, all with a blank face.

Wei Zhentu obviously understands where they are, and said, "I guessed that there is something wrong with Sixiang Villa. The black tower just now must be the treasure of the magic gate. Most of this place is not the real hell road, but the black tower imitation. Eighteen hells."

Jingyue would like to know what the black tower is? But he found that jī jī did not follow up. He could feel jī jī was still alive, but there was an invisible barrier that prevented it from communicating with jī jī's consciousness.

Jiji was out alone, making him anxious. Although it is good at avoiding danger, now that he is ingested by the black tower, Jiji is likely to dare to risk danger!

Jingyue only hopes that Jiji can be as persuaded as before, and run away quickly when encountering danger.

At this time, a true monarch from the Purple Mansion stepped forward and said, "But the ancestor of Cold Cloud Sect?"

Jingyue had no intention of greeting, and said directly: "I know you have many questions, and I am the same, but we have been taken into the black tower now, we must find a way to get out as soon as possible, otherwise, it will definitely be eroded by the evil spirit in the black tower. ."

True Monarch of the Purple Mansion: "How are we going to get out? Also, there are hundreds of monks in the Lingyin Pavilion, and even a few of them are in the Purple Mansion. Why are we only left?"

"They may have fallen into several other hells." Jingyue thought for a while, "To get out, maybe only break the black tower. After all, this is not a real hell, it's just a magic weapon."

True Monarch of the Purple Mansion: "That said, but here seems to be its own law, and where do we start? Are we going to destroy the waiting life?"

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly felt that hell began to tremble, and a sharp cry sounded, and needles pierced their eardrums.

Everyone covered their ears, but they still couldn't resist it. The cry of crying sounded directly in their consciousness. Only Jingyue had a strong sense of consciousness, which had no effect.

Immediately, clusters of white flames rose from the surface, and the hell quickly became hot. The monks could only use their spiritual power to protect themselves, but the spiritual power consumption was extremely high at all times, as if a hand was madly capturing them. Vitality.

Many beasts appeared in the smoke, and they bite and slaughtered frantically until their flesh and blood were exhausted. However, there is a wisp of cold wind blowing in the blazing heat from time to time. As soon as the wind blows, the flesh and skin survives, and the previous suffering is restored.

Jingyue carefully distinguished and found that these beasts were all spirit beasts. Spirit beasts have always been human and close to people, but now they have red eyes and violent behavior, which is no worse than fierce beasts.

He remembered that Blue Phoenix had said that he had heard the cry for help from the spirit beast, and Wei Zhentu mentioned that the animal castle no longer sold the spirit beast to Sixiang Villa. He thought, could it be that Sixiang Villa has been using sorcery to refine the spirit beast?

The cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and Jingyue suddenly remembered something he had heard in his previous life.

At that time, there was a power of scattered cultivation in the magic way, and he accidentally obtained a treasure. Once refining, he could control the eighteen hells.

In order to refine the most precious treasure, Sanxiu threw 9,999 golden core monks into hell as evil spirits, and tortured them with the punishments of each layer of hell, turning their anger into death, and aura into evil, to support Arcana. Later, the Loose Cultivator strength increased, and he wanted to capture eighteen Zifu monks into hell, but unfortunately they fell short, and ended up ruining their lives.

It is important to know that in the Eighteen Hells, every punishment is extremely cruel, very imaginable and bearable, let alone these spirit beasts!

Could it be that the black tower is actually the treasure of the magic way he heard?

If this is the case, it is only natural that Blue Phoenix can't come in. It is born from the aura of heaven and earth, and it can't be refined by the magic tower.

At the moment when he was stunned, the spirit beast that had long become an evil spirit fought with many monks.

Ahead, a spirit beast rushed towards Jingyue at an extremely fast speed. It looked like a mountain boar, but its appearance was much cuter than an ordinary mountain boar. It was white all over, only its head and tail were black, and its body was much smaller. This kind of spirit beast is called the little fragrant spirit pig. It can control the earth's spiritual power during battle, and can be used for offense and defense. It has always been loved by low-level monks.

But at this moment, there is only killing in its eyes.

Jingyue didn't evade or evade, using his finger to Ningbing, he cut its body into two parts.

After a gust of wind passed, the little Xiangling Pig let out a scream, and his back grew out again, and continued to rush towards Jingyue.

Evil spirits cannot be killed, only super degrees!

Jingyue was about to cast a spell, but he pierced a trident diagonally. He realized that there were some human-shaped phantoms in the smoke. The phantoms were all wearing a gray-blue gown with a big "pawn" on his chest. "word.

--jailer!

Jingyue took a step back and shot an ice spike to attack the jailer, who immediately collapsed and quickly gathered.

Although the jailer was injured by Jingyue, he did not have any emotions of anger or fear. He just raised the trident stupidly and stabbed the little Xiangling Pig. He is like a puppet in control, numbly performing every action. In his opinion, the evil spirits transformed into spirit beasts are as sinful as the monks who intruded in them. There is no need to discriminate or care about the result. Just punish it.

Little Xiangling Pig died, his karma brought him back to life, and he was assassinated again, again and again, endlessly.

This is the hell of waiting to live-in an instant, thousands of lives and deaths.

"Brother Shaoyang!"

Suddenly Jingyue heard Wei Zhentu's shout, frowned, and came to the other side, "Is your missing brother?"

Wei Zhentu's face was solemn, and his eyes were rarely anxious, "Exactly, but there is only one, and the other is still missing."

As soon as the voice fell, the brother Shaoyang in Wei Zhentu's mouth had attacked, and Wei Zhentu dodged from time to time, always leaving room for action.

Jingyue: "What are you doing? They have been refined into jailers, they can't kill at all, let alone keep your hands!"

Wei Zhentu paused and said, "Don't I know?"

So he didn't hesitate anymore, and he slapped a picture book with the formation he had branded, and immediately broke up the "Brother Shaoyang".

Wei Zhentu sighed, "No wonder there are so many Golden Core cultivators missing, presumably they have all been thrown in, what exactly is the black tower?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the black tower is called the Hell Demon Tower. It was originally destroyed, but maybe it was not completely destroyed and was accidentally removed by Sixiang Villa." Jingyue slowly analyzed: "In the beginning, the Demon Tower Weak, I might not be able to withstand attacks from the monks from within, and Mo Qianyun’s cultivation base was not high at the time. How could I catch the Golden Core Cultivators casually? Therefore, Sixiang Villa chose spirit beasts. Later, as the magic tower became stable, his cultivation In order to improve, gradually change goals."

"And now, the eighteen hells are all repaired, and he takes us into them together and thinks he is safe."

At this time, the True Monarch of the Purple Mansion also came over and said, "Mo Qianyun used Tianyinguo as bait to lure us to Sixiang Villa. It can be seen that he had planned a long time ago. With such a big battle, are you not afraid that many forces will come to your door?"

Jingyue: "Of course he is not afraid. I guess he wants to refine some of us into the Eighteen Palace Masters."

Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"

Jingyue: "You and I know that there are 18 hall masters in hell, each holding a hall. Since the magic tower is reproduced in hell, it is naturally the same. Nowadays, spirit beasts have turned into evil spirits. The eighteen hall masters, and the underworld masters."

Wei Zhentu was startled, "Mo Qianyun wants to be the master of the underworld?"

Jingyue: "Only by becoming the Underlord can you completely control this world. Once the divisions return to their thrones, the magic tower will completely recover. As the Underlord and the magic tower will be integrated, as long as he hides in the tower, who can take him?"

True Monarch Purple Mansion: "Can't people outside break the tower?"

Jingyue: "You and I were in the Lingyin Pavilion just now, have you ever felt the existence of the magic tower? One of the reasons why the hell magic tower is a treasure is that it can hide itself and transfer instantly."

Zhenjun Zifu had long heard of the erudition of the ancestor Cold Cloud Sect. After all, he got the inheritor of Jingyuan Dao ancestor, so he stopped questioning, but bowed his head in thought.

On the contrary, Wei Zhentu was puzzled, "Since he is looking for the 18th Hallmaster, why did he catch us all? Isn't it just right to refine the 18 people directly?"

Jingyue: "The stronger the palace lord, the stronger the magic tower. I guess he wants us to kill each other, and the winner will naturally be the palace lord."

If you lose, you will die here, become a jailer, or even a ghost!

Of course, Wei Zhentu understands Jingyue's unfinished words. He laughed mockingly, "Yes, the devil here is majestic, it will pollute the spirits over time, and gradually make people lose consciousness, don't you want to kill each other?"

He shut up abruptly, showing a thoughtful look.

The author has something to say:.

Wei Daoyou: Every day is very tired, but fortunately I have a thick skin.

The little rouge smiles: No, you are far behind.

Jingjing:? ? Don't understand.

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Jingjing: Didn't you say that you don't care about Tianyinguo? Why do you prepare so much?

Wei Daoyou: I am a boy who is serious about everything. Even if I don't care that much, as long as I do it, I will go all out.

Jiji: You are like this. You really look like some scheming students in some small circles. You obviously read until five o'clock in the morning, and the next day's exam is calm and bland. I went to bed early yesterday and didn't prepare.

Wei Daoyou:...

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Chi Chi got hurt_(:з」∠)_

The setting of hell is a mixture of several kinds of hells, so we don't test it.

ps. If you don’t like the plots, you can choose to skip it, wait until the rouge comes out and buy it again, pay attention to the chapter mark, I will prompt when the rouge comes.

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Jingyue: "But what did you find?"

Wei Zhentu slowly said: "I'm thinking that heaven will never allow one world to have two hells. This means that the black tower is not a magic weapon from good fortune, and it must be refined by the predecessors. In this case, this magic weapon There must be many formations and restrictions involved, that is to say..."

Jingyue: "There is an eye here."

After Wei Zhentu started, Jingyue understood. It should be understood that although the magic weapon of artificial refining can create space, if you want the space to have its own logic, or even rules, you can only rely on formations or prohibitions.

Wei Zhentu smiled slightly, "A Jing understands me. Since there is an eye, then we can leave by breaking the eye. As for where it is..."

Jingyue: "Abi hell."

Abi Hell is also the Hell of Infinite Space, the most terrifying layer of the eighteen hells. The sufferings will not stop for an instant until the calamity is exhausted, hence the name Infinite Hell.

The two looked at each other and laughed, but Wei Zhentu said again: "Every level of the hell road is blocked, how do we get it? Do we want to save this level of evil spirits?"

Jingyue: "Sixiang Villa has been prepared for at least a few hundred years. I am afraid that the evil spirits in each level of hell are hard to count. If it is all over, I don't know how long it will take? Even if there is a magic weapon to help, it is limited by the magic tower law."

Wei Zhentu sneered, "I want to know, otherwise, how could he dare to take us all in?"

When everyone was at a loss, Jingyue suddenly said: "Or, I try to be the master of this hall?"

Everyone didn't know what they meant, "What do you mean?"

Jingyue: "Although the eighteen hall masters cannot leave the hell, they can go to any floor at will. If I become the hall master, I can naturally take you to the hell."

Wei Zhentu: "A Jing! To become the Lord of the Eighteenth Palace, you must be refined, you..."

Jingyue: "I have my method. Don't help me resist then."

Wei Zhentu frowned and said in secret, "A Jing, it is inconvenient for you to say more, but at least let me know a general idea, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

Jingyue has become a golden pill, and can also transmit his voice, "The twins will move to the big array."

In this battle, a fake body was used to replace the real body to confuse the enemy. Many years ago, he and Qin Yanzhi arranged for the queen to catch the little mouse.

Wei Zhentu had obviously heard of this formation, and he was full of disapproval.

Jingyue opened her palm and looked at a little red mole in her palm.

There is a door in the Haotian Realm that he can enter and exit at any time. Although he enters from which space, or which space he comes out from, he cannot escape from the magic tower by this way, but if he only leaves the prosthesis here, the main body has disappeared. Can the law not be deceived?

When the prosthesis becomes one of the masters, he returns to control the prosthesis, and it may be successful.

Even if it fails, there will be no loss to them. Anyway, he is absolutely safe in the Haotian Realm.

Jingyue: "You don't have to worry, I know it in my heart."

As a result, the crowd watched Jingyue leave behind a puppet made of spirit wood as a fake, and he himself disappeared...

disappear? ? ?

Everyone was stunned and wondered how Jingyue did it? But Law was really deceived, only because the fake body breath was consistent with Jingyue, and there was a touch of Jingyue's spirit in it.

I saw endless magical energy pouring into the puppet, and the puppet had no spiritual power, and was naturally corroded and refined quickly.

I don't know how long it has been until the living hell suddenly trembles, and the flames become hotter, all the jailers and evil spirits bow their heads to the fake body-waiting for the lord of the living hell to live.

In the Haotian Realm, Jingyue is waiting outside the Shimen in the Inner Sea. He is the only link between the Qifang Realm and the Haotian Realm. He can naturally perceive the divine consciousness left by him in the Qifang Realm. When the Lord of the Palace is a lifetime, he laughed and said:" Kind of cheating?"

So stepped into Shimen.

Jingyue disappeared inexplicably, and appeared inexplicably. He rolled a group of bewildered monks into his sleeves, and controlled the spiritual consciousness in the puppets, only feeling that one side of the hell was in his grasp, and then he entered the Abi hell with a thought.

As soon as he entered this place, Jingyue released the monks. There are countless copper pots in the eye, the pots are full of boiling molten iron, countless spirit beasts are being tormented and boiled, and all the skin, flesh and blood from the inside out is melted into the molten slurry.

Abi Hell roams endlessly, and there is no gap in the suffering of evil spirits.

Several people floated in the air, with no place to stay.

True Monarch of the Purple Mansion suddenly said: "There are people ahead."

Everyone saw that there were a few faint shadows at the extreme sight, and Jingyue took the lead in flying past.

"Master Jing Wu?"

When he flew near, Jingyue saw that one of them was Jingwu. He held the hanging beads and chanted the scriptures in his mouth. The magic spells hit the iron pot one after another, and the evil spirits in the pot were continuously reduced and turned into The green smoke dissipated.

There are several other monks around who are also transcending evil spirits, but they are not as good as purifying and professional, and the effect is naturally much worse.

These people all discovered that a living person suddenly came in the Hell of Abi, revealing a little surprise, but the Hell of Abi was endless. They only found Jingyue and others when they had landed elsewhere before.

Jing Wu also took his hand and bowed to Jingyue, "Old Ancestor Jing, we met again, you just..."

Jingyue: "We are waiting for the living hell to come."

Jing Wu was startled, and his face was somewhat solemn, "Where is this? Why can I copy the Eighteen Hell?"

As a Buddhist cultivator, he can naturally perceive that this is not a real hell.

Jingyue explained all their speculations and experiences just now, and the few people who heard it suddenly couldn't recall it.

Most people's first reaction was anger, even though they all knew that Mo Qianyun was involved in falling here, but at this time, after analyzing layer by layer, the truth made them even more angry! But then, anger was replaced by excitement, and someone asked expectantly: "Meaning, we don't have to overdo these evil spirits at all, and we can leave by breaking our eyes?"

Jingyue: "We must first find the front line."

Jing Wu: "There is a large hall in the Hell of Abi, which is the residence of the Lord, but the Hell of Abi is infinitely large, and I don't know where the Temple of the Lord is?

Wei Zhentu: "A Jing, since your fake body is already one of the eighteen hall masters, can you feel it?"

Jingyue: "I will try."

He linked the fake body with the divine consciousness. Although Abi Hell is not like waiting for the living hell to be controlled by him, he still has special treatment. For example, the jailer did not dare to approach him, and he could indeed "see" the Hall of Hades.

"Yes." Jingyue breathed a sigh of relief, "but it's far away. I can't move on this level as I want, everyone can only go over."

No one had any objections. The current situation was enough to surprise them. Originally, they thought they were going to overdo the evil spirits here. It is very likely that the evil spirits were not over and they were eroded by demonic energy.

In this way, everyone followed Jingyue to the Hall of Hades.

There was no danger along the way. Jingyue took the opportunity to ask, "Master Jingwu, you actually came to Sixiang Villa for another purpose, right?"

Jing Wu smiled bitterly, "Now I don't hide it from you. I came here this time and I found something wrong with Sixiang Villa."

It turned out that when he returned westward, passing through Dachuan City, he accidentally heard about the disappearance of the monks in the city. He made the same judgment as Wei Zhentu, suspecting that there was a problem with Sixiang Villa, so he went to check it. When he arrived at the Four Elephant Villa, he was vaguely aware of the devilish energy, and before he could find more clues, he was taken into the Hell Demon Tower.

Jingyue: "Hell's magic tower can conceal aura, even if the Buddha's power is as powerful as you, it is difficult to perceive it. I guess most of the magical energy you sense is other monsters."

Jing Wu was startled, "The ancestor said, there are magic repairs in Sixiang Villa?"

Jingyue nodded, "It is very possible that it is very difficult to refine the Hell Demon Tower by Mo Qianyun's personal strength alone."

Everyone has a thoughtful look, but they don't allow them to think too much at this time. Their primary purpose is to find a position and leave here as soon as possible.

Regardless of time in hell, the group of people can't feel the flow of time at all. Fortunately, the direction is clear. After walking, don't know how long they will finally find the Hall of Underworld.

This hall has three palaces and nine palaces. It is majestic. It sits at the highest point of Abi Hell. Once awakened, you can travel anywhere in the Eighteen Hells and command billions of ghosts and gods.

Jingyue deliberately explored the situation with a fake body. There is no danger in the Hall of Hades, but there is an ice coffin directly south of the main hall with a person lying in the coffin.

The group cautiously entered the Hall of the Underworld. When they approached the ice coffin, they saw a handsome young man lying in the coffin, his face peaceful, as if he was just asleep.

But from his lack of ups and downs in his chest, and his pale face, it can be seen that he is actually a dead person.

At this time, the only True Monarch of the Purple Mansion suddenly said: "It's Zhao Qingyuan."

The others were stunned. They didn't remember who Zhao Qingyuan was. Only Wei Zhentu had studied Sixiang Villa and said, "Is Mo Qianyun's master?"

True Monarch of the Purple Mansion: "Exactly. I had a relationship with him, so I recognized him."

Another person said: "I've heard that Mo Qianyun was young and unruly and refused to obey the discipline. Later, he went out with the head, and soon after the head died, he got the treasure of the head, so he returned to Sixiang Villa to succeed the head."

"Yes, there have always been rumors outside that Mo Qianyun secretly harmed the former head, just to get the head."

"But, why is his body here?"

"I understand." Jingyue said suddenly: "Mo Qianyun is not going to be the Underlord, he wants to resurrect Zhao Qingyuan."

Wei Zhentu: "What do you mean?"

Jingyue: "This is the Hall of the Underworld. Zhao Qingyuan's location is exactly the main position of the Hall of Underworld. If there is an array of eyes, it must be here."

Wei Zhentu nodded, of course he could see it.

Jingyue: "If the Hell Tower is successfully refined, the Pluto will naturally wake up, and whoever is in the position of Pluto will benefit."

Wei Zhentu was puzzled: "If this is the case, then what should Mo Qianyun do? If he doesn't be the Underlord, and has stirred up so many things, can he be chased by someone?"

Jingyue: "His master has become an immortal underworld. Isn't it easy to control this tower and take him in as a living person?"

True Monarch Zifu said again: "I really didn't expect that the facts are so far from the rumors that Mo Qianyun did all kinds of evil things for his master."

Jingyue smiled, "Since the eye has been found, let's break it. It's not easy to teach Mo Master to wait too long."

Everyone laughed: "Yes!"

At this time, outside of the Hell Demon Tower, as the core figure of the Refining Demon Tower, Mo Qianyun felt that his eyes were in danger, and he was very anxious, ignoring the load of his body, urging his spiritual power frantically.

A grey-clothed monk beside him was affected, his face was not very good, "Mo Master, you may not be able to support the success of refining by doing this."

Mo Qianyun ignored him, and under his control, all the other seventeen layers of demonic energy from the Eighteen Hells poured into the Abi Hell!

Beside the ice coffin, more than a dozen cultivators were waiting to do their hands. Suddenly layers of devilish energy surged, like the raging ocean waves, vast and mighty, almost swallowing the entire Hall of the Underworld. They gathered together next to the ice coffin, like a wall of a hundred meters thick, not allowing the enemy to get involved.

The devilish energy carries the resentment and anger of all spirits in hell. As long as a person touches it, he can feel all the sufferings in the other seventeen layers of hell, without gaps, without end.

"Quick rewind!" Jingyue didn't see well, and hurriedly reminded him that if it is slow, he might be entangled in devilish energy.

However, it was too late. One of the monks was a step late and was instantly caught in a dark devilish air. The others only heard a short scream, and there was nothing left.

Jing Wu released the Buddha's power and held back a breath for everyone, so you dragged me, you dragged me, everyone quickly fled.

When they exit the main hall, they can still see demonic energy surrounding the main hall with teeth and claws, like thousands of twisted poisonous snakes.

"It seems that as long as we are close to the ice hall, the hell demon tower can also be sensed." Wei Zhentu's tone is low, "the people who refine the demon tower are so nervous about the ice coffin, enough to show that our plan to break the ice coffin is not wrong. ."

Someone worried: "But the devilish energy in the temple is too strong, we can't get in at all?"

Those demon qi did not take the initiative to attack, as if the only purpose was to protect the Hall of Underworld and the ice coffin, they enveloped Hall of Underworld without revealing any cracks.

So, it's really hard to handle.

Jingyue thought for a while, and said: "I will try with a fake body? Since he has become a palace master, maybe the devilish energy won't hurt him?"

So he carefully released the puppet and urged the fake to walk to the hall.

When the fake body got close to the devil qi, the devil qi stagnated, but it seemed to sense that the fake body was one of the hall masters, so he quickly avoided to leave a line of passage. When the fake body entered the passage, the devilish energy quickly closed again, completely submerging the fake body, and seemed very vigilant.

Everyone was a little nervous, and they looked at Jingyue unconsciously.

Jingyue didn't realize it, his full attention was on the puppet, only to see that the fake body finally walked to the ice coffin, he took the time to order: "Broken!"

The law fell with the words, and half of the puppet's forearm flew out, and it was about to hit the ice coffin. Suddenly, the entire Abi Hell was shook, and the ghosts roared!

Suddenly near and far, Mo Qianyun's angry voice sounded, "You liar! I want you to die!"

The devilish energy is overwhelming, and it splits into a strand that is twisted into a thick, straight shot like an arrow from the string, like a giant python with a mouth wide open!

At the same time, the fake puppet shattered, and the imprint of the consciousness left by Jingyue was completely swallowed by the demonic energy.

Jingyue resisted the pain of his forehead, threw a whip formed of spiritual power, wrapped the magic energy in circles, and quickly frozen the long whip, trying to freeze the magic energy.

But can he stop the devilish energy? Seeing that the ice blue whip suddenly penetrated into the strands of black energy, it exploded, the ice crystals fell, and the magic energy rushed to him in a blink of an eye!

"Be careful!" Wei Zhentu yelled, throwing out a catalog to block Jingyue's body, and other monks also offered weapons to stop him. Everyone knew that they could only watch and help at this time, otherwise there would be a dead end.

Jingyue took the opportunity to retreat, but the devilish energy seemed to have spotted him, compressed herself into a thin thread and passed through the gap of the weapon, then suddenly became thicker, and hit Jingyue!

The devilish energy was extremely fast, Jingyue couldn't retreat. He was about to escape into the Haotian Realm and temporarily avoid him. Between the electric light and flint, a figure stood in front of him, his hands clasped together, and golden light burst out of his fingers.

The other side's monk's robe swelled, and an ancient Buddha phantom rose behind him. The Buddha had four sides, sitting on the lotus platform, facing Jingyue, his eyes closed slightly, his face was kind.

The words of the curse echoed, and everyone smelled the delicate lotus fragrance.

Feeling the danger, the devil qi curled up like a snake, raised the snake's head again, swaying slightly to try.

Just listen to Jing Wudao: "Bloom!"

In an instant, countless flower buds grew in the sky, and countless lotus flowers bloomed.

One flower and one pure land, one land and one Tathagata.

The phantom of the ancient Buddha aimed a little bit at the devilish energy, and saw the head, body, tail, and seven inches of the devilish energy in the form of a giant python, a black lotus blossomed, and the lotus fragrance passed, and the evil energy slowly dissipated.

But more devilish energy still surrounds the Hall of Underworld Lord, and dare not attack for a while.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, but Jingyue shook, Jingyue hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and thanked him sincerely.

Jing Wu steadied his body, chanted the chant of the Buddha, and said: "Old Ancestor Jing, I have something, please transfer it to Sanjie Temple."

Immediately, he took out a wooden sign from his arms.

Jingyue was taken aback, subconsciously took it, and saw the wooden sign engraved on the front of the Sanjie Temple's Tallinn, the back of the wooden sign was engraved with the name of Jingwu, and there was a rice-sized "Zhang Yishun" in the corner, which should be the common name before Jingwu entered the temple.

He looked at Jing Enlightenment incomprehensibly, and only listened to the other person’s words: "Back then, I made a big wish, not to save the demons in the world, and never to save myself. I traveled to the west to save the demons, but my cultivation skills are limited, and the demons are limited. There are so few, it is God’s will to be taken into this hell today."

As the last ending sound fell, Jing Wu walked towards the Hall of Hades hidden in the devilish energy.

"Master Jingwu!" Jingyue stretched out his hand to stop, but only caught the opponent's corner. Jingyue had already taken a step.

Jingyue left the touch of the robes/jackets in her palms. It was a bit cold. He stared at the back of Jing Wu into the devilish energy until it disappeared completely.

Someone suddenly held his arm, Jingyue looked back and saw the concern in Wei Zhentu's eyes.

"I know, I understand." Jingyue whispered.

Everyone was silent. Although the evil spirits were still crying in their ears, they were as quiet as a world sleeping under a moonlit night.

Then, they heard the sound of Buddha.

Just like what heard in front of the Tianyin Tree that day, it was wonderful, peaceful, and pure.

The devil qi became more and more ferocious under the Buddha's sound, curled into a whirlpool, and issued a cold scream.

Suddenly, a golden light burst out from the center of the devilish energy, and it split into several in an instant, shining brightly on the colored glaze, and illuminating everything.

In the golden light, the Buddha transforms into trillions, and the Bodhisattva transforms into boundlessness. Its light lies in countless darkness.

Jingyue feels the boundless power of Buddha, she only feels the six roots of clear consciousness, and the evil karma is gone.

But for devil energy, golden light is the most terrifying weapon in the world, completely tearing it apart, swallowing it, and dissolving it...

At this time, everyone in the Hell of Abi heard a sigh, as if close to their ears, the old voice of Jing comprehension sounded, it was the one that everyone had heard--

"I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas opened their eyes together, with vast wisdom and endless compassion in their eyes.

A glance at the other shore, Purdue all beings.

Disperse the devilish energy!

And beside the ice coffin, only a golden relic was left.

"Ah-ah-ah -"

Outside the hell devil tower, Mo Qianyun howled in pain. He could feel the devil energy accumulated in the devil tower for thousands of years dissipate once, and the cultivation level that he had promoted by refining the devil tower also fell rapidly, and he was hated for a while. , I just want everyone in the tower to die!

But he still has ties, and there are more important things to do. He must keep his master!

Mo Qianyun made a desperate bet and ordered all the evil ghost jailers of the Eighteen Hells to enter the Abi Hell. He even wanted to force the purple pill to lead all hell karma to the Hall of the Underworld.

The grey-clothed monk next to him had a bleeding mouth and nose, and said anxiously: "Mo master! Don't be impulsive. If the devilish energy, evil spirits, and evil karma are all sent to the Infinite Hell by you, the Hell Demon Tower will be completely beaten back to its original shape. You and me will be destroyed for thousands of years!"

"A thousand years are a thousand years. As long as I keep the master, I still have a thousand years, and I still have a thousand years! If you are afraid, you will run away!" Mo Qianyun's face was pale, and his eyes were crazy.

The grey-clothed monk was furious: "How does Lao Tzu escape? You and I refining the magic tower together, you are going crazy, Lao Tzu can only be implicated by you!"

If he could escape, he would have escaped long ago, but if he retreats at this time, he will definitely suffer backlash!

Mo Qianyun turned a deaf ear, speeding up the purple pill, which was spinning like a top, and Mo Qianyun's jade face gradually withered.

At the moment when he was about to force out the purple pill, dozens of blade-sharp leaves shot at him. Mo Qianyun felt a pain on his body and his movements were slightly stagnant. The purple pill immediately stopped spinning and fell silent.

The grey-clothed monk breathed a sigh of relief, but Mo Qianyun's eyes were blood-red, and he stared at a trembling little blue chicken, and the hatred shot in his eyes almost passed it.

He grabbed it with one hand, and Blue Phoenix was pinched in his palm. Mo Qianyun squeezed hard and immediately heard the painful cry of Blue Phoenix.

He just wanted to squeeze Blue Phoenix's neck, but when he heard a loud noise, the Hell's Tower burst into two, one half collapsed, and the other half was crumbling.

In the smoke and dust, he saw Jingyue walk out of the ruins of the magic tower with a sword in his hand, his lips pressed tightly, and his eyes were as cold as the wind and snow.

Behind Jingyue, dozens of monks followed, but Mo Qianyun turned a blind eye.

His gaze crossed those people and landed at a certain point in the ruins, where there was only a broken ice coffin and a broken bone.

"No!!! Master!!!"

Mo Qianyun was about to split his canthus, with blood oozing from the corner of his eyes, but suddenly felt his wrist numb. The palm of his grasping Blue Phoenix fell on the ground, and blood spurted out.

The severe pain struck, but Mo Qianyun seemed ignorant, even too lazy to take a look. He stared at the ice coffin and white bones in the dust, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly until his throat was sweet.

"Go to hell!! I want all of you to be buried for my master!!!"

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rouge:……

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The karma created by the dog belt is always repaid, which is also a cause and effect.

We are smart enough to attack!

I found out that I have been more than six thousand days a day... Why don't you come to a bottle of nutrient solution so hard?

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Sixiang Villa opened together and completely banned the entire cliff mountain!

Mo Qianyun found the one he hated the most among the hundreds of trapped monks. He took out the flying sword and rushed towards Jingyue!

Jingyue quickly took a picture of Blue Phoenix and carefully put it in the Xumi Ring. His eyes were cold, and his heart seemed to have a giant hammer chiseling, and a fiery fire burning-for the sake of comprehension, for the Blue Phoenix, for the creatures in the tower, he turned this hostility into a sword, and cut all the people!

The first style of Canglan Sword Art-Yanyu Tower!

Rebirth for many years, he once again sacrificed the Canglan sword technique!

There was a drizzle in the air, misty and misty, like mist and smoke, picturesque.

But awe-inspiring murderous intent lurked in the rain.

"锵——"

The two swords collided, sparking sparks, one sword holder was as crazy as fire, and the other was as calm as ice.

Jingyue did not retreat, and immediately swung another sword. The inexhaustible sword light, like a giant net of rain from the sky, entangled Mo Qianyun and cut a series of sword wounds on him.

He can kill people across borders!

With a wave of Jingyue's sleeve robe, he recruited cliffs and waterfalls on the mountain. The mighty flowing water was piled up by waves, rushing to Mo Qianyun from all directions.

Mo Qianyun was initially unsure, and his cultivation level was rapidly improved by refining the Hell Demon Tower. At this time, when the Demon Tower was broken, his strength was also affected, and he was forced to be restrained everywhere by Jingyue of the Golden Elixir Period.

Mo Qianyun wanted to kill Jingyue with all his heart, and went to find his master's bones. He was anxious, and his movements became more and more chaotic and out of order.

Jingyue realized this. Mo Qianyun was furious and yelled endlessly. The flaws in his moves were getting bigger and bigger. Jingyue spotted the opportunity. The Xiao Canglan sword seemed to lightly pick it up, but the surroundings were cold. Cold wind, flying frost all over the sky.

——The second style of Xiao Canglan sword, Yu Xue Fei Fei.

The spiritual energy was constantly compressed and frozen, and Mo Qianyun's figure stagnated. He saw that his abdomen was about to be shaved and his eyebrows were raised. Suddenly someone killed him in front of him, blocking Jingyue's sword.

"Mo Sect! Do not gather the remains of the magic tower, withdraw first!"

Jingyue sneered, "The magic tower is destroyed, do you still want to repair it?"

The man’s voice was sticky and cold, and said sarcastically, “You don’t need to worry about success or failure. You should worry about yourself!”

The last word fell, and he had raised his palm to pat Jingyue! The moment the palm came, the face peeled off, revealing another face, and his momentum changed!

"Old blood corpse!"

After the Sanjie Temple demon tower chaos, Jingyue specially found the portrait of the old blood corpse and saw it, just in case, did not expect to encounter it today! He finally understood why the blood corpse old demon was beaten by Liuyun and fell into a state, but his strength was able to recover so quickly, and he also understood why the opponent was able to escape from Sanjie Temple's search.

The blood corpse old demon has already cooperated with Mo Qianyun to refine the Hell Demon Tower together. He has been hiding in Sixiang Villa, not far from Sanjie Temple!

A chill flashed in Jingyue's eyes, and while her body was retreating rapidly, she said in her mouth: "Are you actually falling to the cave sky again, or down? I'm really curious, how does the ups and downs of the realm feel? Master Kong Miao gave you a ride that day , Are you satisfied?"

The old blood corpse turned into anger and cursed: "Jingyue kid, today is your death date!"

Of course Jingyue wouldn't go head-to-head with him, although the opponent is already a very watery cave, but after all, it is also a cave. He estimated that the old blood corpse was beaten by Kongmiao and his realm collapsed, and he fled back to Sixiang Villa in a panic. With the help of the Hell Demon Tower, he finally stabilized the cave world.

The Cave Heaven Realm can open up its own domain space and imprison the enemy in the domain and let it be slaughtered, which is simply not what he can resist now.

But Jingyue can't beat him, can he still escape?

So he turned around and fled, while the old blood corpse was chasing him.

Jingyue felt the aura around him fluctuate sharply, knowing that the old blood corpse was either going to make a big move or to take him into the domain space, so he twisted his body and disappeared from the place.

The old blood corpse floating in the air:? ? ?

What is he/mum trying to escape? Thinking of his life's uninhibited love for corpses, there are not a hundred or dozens of powerful masters who have offended him. He has never seen anyone disappear so completely without even a little breath?

No, it's not that didn't notice it, but he seemed to be everywhere, but he didn't see anyone? !

He pinched and counted, there was still no clue to Jingyue, not even the slightest anomaly, no matter how powerful the number was, he could figure out an approximate position at such a close distance!

The old blood corpse fell into deep thought, and didn't notice Jingyue quietly appearing behind him.

The water vapor in the air was frozen little by little, forming a thick-armed cone of ice, hurriedly shooting at the old blood corpse!

At the critical moment, the old blood corpse made a gesture of rushing to the street and awkwardly avoided Bing Cone. He turned his head viciously, with a scared look on his face, but he saw Jingyue winking innocently at him and disappeared.

Blood Corpse Old Demon: "..."

Not far away from them, Wei Zhentu, who was entangled with the mountain guarding formation, chuckled secretly, but heard Jingyue transmit him, "Can the formation be broken?"

Wei Zhentu was taken aback and replied: "It's difficult, I can see how to break the formation, but the cultivation base is not enough and the strength is insufficient."

It is important to know that the Zongmen Grand Formation is one of the most powerful formations of every immortal gate, especially Sixiang Villa is already proficient in the formations. Their mountain guarding formation has a total of 108 variables. Life and death are always changing. A little carelessness may step on the dead door.

Therefore, most of the monks in the field did not dare to move, but there were still many demonic disciples in the villa who attacked from time to time, obviously they were also in the corpse gate.

Wei Zhentu tried his best, not to mention seeing through the big formation, but at any rate he was able to open a new door, but his strength value was too low. It's as if you know how to open the mechanism lock, but the mechanism lock is rusty. What can you do if you don't move anymore?

He only had to bite the bullet and hold on, and only asked for as long as he could, until someone found that something was wrong with Sixiang Villa.

At this time Jingyue said again: "How about letting the blood corpse old demon come over and breaking the formation with his power?"

Wei Zhentu's eyes lit up, "Feasible! I will tell you where you are by voice transmission."

"Okay." Jingyue thought for a while, then added: "I believe you."

Wei Zhentu paused, and a sharp edge crossed his eyes.

After that, Jingyue used the Haotian Realm to constantly change positions, attracting the blood corpse old demon to attack.

Although he is still in this space every time he comes back, he has left a piece of divine consciousness in the water aura. Through divine consciousness, he can choose the right time and appear in any corner of this space at will.

It is precisely because of this that the blood corpse old demon feels that he is everywhere.

Jingyue took the old blood corpse and wandered around for several laps. Every time the old blood corpse attacked him, he failed. As time passed, the old blood corpse faintly noticed something was wrong. He was waiting to stop, but saw Jingyue appear on his head again.

The blood corpse old demon's reason told him to leave it alone, but the body was hit by an evil, and he smashed it with a punch!

"boom--"

The villa shook, and the big formation swayed waves. Wei Zhentu seized the opportunity, and his ten fingers changed at least a hundred times in one breath. Then he bit the tip of his tongue, spouted a mouthful of blood, and shouted: "Open!"

So, the formation broke through a big hole.

"Thank you!" Jingyue, who appeared again, arched his hands to the old blood corpse, and then drew out a yellow symbol.

The old blood corpse almost fainted, but he had no time to clean up Jingyue. He was terrified in his heart and just wanted to escape!

Because he knows that Jingyue may have many kinds of talisman, but what he is urging at this time must be the amulet of Cold Cloud Sect!

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard the legendary voice of the dry well—those who violated my cold cloud sect's heavenly power, punish!

He saw the three bright blue characters of "Cold Cloud Sect", thousands of sword lights split out. Although these sword lights can only harm the demons with low cultivation level, the blood corpse old demons still look scared because of him. I know that the so-called "punishment" of Han Yunzong is not to be punished by Jianguang on the spot, but as soon as this talisman comes out, as long as there are disciples of Han Yunzong within a hundred miles, they will come, encircle and punish!

This place is located in the Middle Continent, where there are so many monks coming and going, how can there be no disciples of the Cold Cloud Sect? According to his unhappy luck when he drinks water, most of them have masters!

What's more, not only Jingyue, but other monks will also move to rescue soldiers!

He is nowhere near the world, how can he withstand the siege?

The old Rubik's Cube of the blood corpse is in chaos. At this time, a few guests in a medicine shop in Dachuan City are choosing the medicine.

In recent years, the pill medicine refined by Cold Cloud Sect is well-known in the world of cultivation. It is no weaker than some pill sects. It even sells several unique pill medicines. Therefore, the business in the medicine shop has never been cold.

One of the guests is a San who lives in Yudong Luzhou all the year round.