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232 two hundred and thirty-two
Chapter 232, The Supreme Being, the Quartet Meets
"Hahahaha, worthy of a battle!"
This voice sounded rather hoarse and old at first, but when I listened carefully, it became a bit clear and sassy, and finally the word "war" was sonorous and powerful, not like the voice of an old man. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"
At this time, the ghost town of Fengdu had already collided with the Lvtian Shrine, and the gate of the city was facing the stone platform where Jingli was located. I saw that the ghost army made way for a passage, thousands of colorful clouds swelled up, and thousands of red mists swept away the ghost energy.
The gate of hell was dark, and with the tremor of the voice, a tall and straight figure came out of it.
The man's color was like a spring flower, and there was a kind of gorgeousness on his face that was rarely seen among men. The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his frown and smile were all teasing. He was dressed like a noble boy, with a brocade robe and jade belt, a crane's cloak and black boots, a ring of dangling bells, and a strange fragrance.
He walked step by step, there seemed to be rivers of blood flooding under his feet, living beings turned into dead souls, and bones paved the way.
"It seems that Daoist Mang Yi has gained a lot from this purge of the Five Fang Ghost Emperors..." Gongsun Nightmare smiled softly, "It's not like me, my body is getting worse day by day."
The appearance of cultivators is mostly maintained in the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, neither too old nor too young, but Mang Yi often appears in the image of an old man uncharacteristically. Gongsun Nightmare had guessed that this was what he looked like before he died, but now it seems that he is quite restrained on weekdays and rarely manifests his true body. This time, Fengdu City slaughtered all the ghost emperors of the five directions and all the ghosts under their jurisdiction. Presumably, he gathered countless Dao species and prepared for the last fight.
Mang Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Gongsun Nightmare Flower, and said with a smile, "My fellow Daoist looks like an innocent figure, a true image, escapes the five elements, and the heaven and the earth live together.
Gongsun Nightmare was still smiling, neither denying nor admitting it. Seeing that she didn't answer, Mang Yi looked at Jingli: "It's your fellow Daoist, you are like the void, and you have nothing."
Jingli didn't answer him either, but Mang Yi was still laughing, with a look of pity in his eyes: "You can see the person you are protecting? All living beings are stupid, greedy and happy, and their spirituality is dim. Daoist friends have the inherent persuasion heart, But if they slander the mantra, they will gain nothing."
Whether Mang Yi's remarks are trying to persuade him or sneer, no one can tell. He said that there are too many distractions in the human race, but it is not suitable for penetrating the Dao. Even a saint like Jingli will be slandered and betrayed by them, and in the end, nothing will be gained.
In fact, the four northern tribes stabbing guns behind the big mirror can already illustrate this point. When the priests of Dajing fought hard with the demon clan, they broke the Jingdu; and when the demon clan went north, they left their comrades who surrendered.
Jingli replied indifferently: "Don't worry about your fellow Daoists."
Mang Yi laughed loudly again, and he said cheerfully: "Okay, good fellow Daoist cares about the common people, so I won't talk too much."
As soon as his voice fell, the altar of walking on the sky was shaken lightly.
The clear air in the air sinks, while the turbid air on the ground rises. The two suddenly meet, and an indescribable vitality emerges from the void. The turbidity intersects, and all things happen. The flowers and trees on the altar of walking on the sky gradually sprout, the birds and beasts gradually grow, and the world has changed almost in the blink of an eye. The ghost army made a subtle sound, like a seed bursting out of the ground, and vitality burst from them.
The living dead, flesh and bones. The Emperor Fengdu held not only the death of living beings, but also the life of undead.
"Kongsun Daoyou is dead, but unfortunately the fighting spirit is too strong to hurt too much." Mang Yi grinned at Gongsun Nightmare Flower, Gongsun Nightmare Flower held up the bone umbrella in her hand, and the bones under her feet were not allowed to give half a share. Birds and flowers are the exact opposite.
The colorful fan and flower steps on her head shone with light: "Isn't the Taoist friend also the way of death?"
Mang Yi raised his hands, and the towering giant tree rose from the ground. The ghost army grew fresh flesh and blood, and then it was covered by soft skin a little bit, and gradually turned into a human appearance. en8. He said: "Fellow Daoist is born with bones, which is the way of life and death, and I am accommodating in life and death, which is naturally different from you."
Although the ghost army looks like a human, but his eyes are dull, his movements are stiff, and he is no different from a corpse except for his vitality.
Jingli has been watching him calmly rebuilding the environment of the altar in life, and has never tried to stop it.
After all, it is too much.
If he does nothing, then he can be absolutely invincible.
Mang Yi naturally couldn't let him stand like this. If he couldn't force Jingli to make a move, then even if he and Gongsun Nightmare evolved here, it would be for the blind to watch. Gongsun Nightmare naturally understood this, she captured the deep meaning of Mang Yi's words. She is the master of life and death, that is, the way of death that destroys life, while Mang Yi can accommodate life and death, transforming the existence of things between life and death.
In this way, the altar of the sky is almost under their control.
Mang Yi didn't do anything other than raise his hand. As soon as his mind moved, countless creatures were born, and as soon as his mind changed, countless ghost armies were resurrected. At first these ghost troops seemed to have no sense, but gradually their eyes became clear. They looked at their hands and feet in amazement, unable to believe the fact that they had come alive.
This is the same as the resurrection of Hu Hanmei by the sage of the devil's way, deceiving the way of heaven and bringing back the life that it took away. But at that time, the sage of the magic path only invited one soul, but now Mang Yi is attracting tens of thousands of souls who have been dead for an unknown period of time. Such a large amount of life recovery is enough to cause the punishment of Heavenly Dao, but Mang Yi looks very relaxed at this time, and Gongsun Nightmare is assisting in covering up the heavenly secret.
He smiled at Jingli: "Look, now my ghost army has turned into a human."
Jingli closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, his mind sank, his soul was placed in the emptiness, and nothing could be seen in the vagueness.
Don't look at it, don't care, don't care.
Too much forgetfulness, all paths are harmless.
The bones under Gongsun Nightmare Flower's feet quickly spread to all directions, with a strong death energy attached to it, and the living beings died when they touched it. Birds in the sky fell, animals on the ground turned into bones, and even flowers, plants and trees withered.
The most important thing is people, the tiny vitality endowed by Mang Yi on them is simply not enough to resist the death aura that Gongsun Yehua casually casts. And when the death qi rushes out of vitality, the person dies. It stands to reason that after death, everyone will return to Fengdu City, but this is the altar of walking on the sky, and all the deceased human races will not turn into ghosts, they will become heroic spirits in the altar.
What is a heroic spirit? Casting the altar with one's own body and burning the Tao with the soul, they are an inseparable part of the holy altar.
During the one-time kill just now, Mang Yi and Gongsun Nightmare had already linked these ghost armies to the altar of the heavens. But this point of cause and effect is not enough to shake humanity's weapon of war. Otherwise, over the years, the demons and ghosts have attacked the human race, and many of the people who died in their hands have entered the holy altar. Isn't that a mess?
So a larger cause and effect is needed.
Mang Yi looked at the heroic spirits floating around, and said to Jingli in a loud voice, "You really don't want to care about this holy altar?"
Jingli's expression is calm, as bright and clear as the moonlight on the horizon, and he can't see the dirt of the turbid world, nor does he get involved in the vision of the holy altar in which life and death are chaotic. The six paths of life and death were stagnant around him, in a hazy silence, unaffected by any external changes.
Mang Yi frowned slightly: "It's really..."
Completely free from the interference of cause and effect, just like people who do not exist in this world, it is worthy of being born out of the inheritance of Taishangdao.
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The bones under Gongsun Nightmare's feet gradually gathered, her smile had disappeared, and a slightly cruel expression appeared on that always gentle face. Her voice was cold and clean: "Go on."
As a result, the weather fell and the earth's air rose, and it was another time when the heaven and the earth were intertwined with all things.
The ghost town behind Mang Yi began to appear in the ghost town. These white strips were continuous, vast and indifferent. At a glance, the entire ghost town was covered with white mist, and its outline could be vaguely seen.
The skeletons of those humanistic cultivators who turned into heroic spirits just now still exist. Their skeletons stood up little by little under the traction of the soul-calling banner, and the armor on their bodies permeated the cold ghost. And not long ago, another transformation of all things allowed the vitality to dispel the dead energy in them. These soulless corpses began to grow blood and flesh, and became indistinguishable from the living. This is too similar to the previous scene, as if the cycle of life has started again.
Mang Yi grabbed into the void, and the surrounding heroic spirits disappeared a lot in an instant, and some of those ghost troops began to regain their sanity.
After all the newly transformed heroic spirits were sent back to their vigorous bodies, Gongsun Nightmare Flower's way of life and death came again, and they all fell again and became heroic spirits again.
The cycle begins.
Mang Yi made this small world keep repeating the scene of the intercourse of heaven and earth, and the transformation of all things, using this vitality to keep the body of the deceased alive, and then deceived the sky and crossed the sea, leading countless souls into these "living" bodies. And Gongsun Nightmare Flower killed these living people again and again, making them become heroic spirits in the Holy Shrine countless times.
The 100,000 ghost army, every cycle, this kind of karma starts to pile up exponentially, and finally this kind of karma will accumulate to a destructive level.
There may be any consequences, the most likely being the destruction of the world—that is to say, this small world will be completely destroyed.
Creating a small world is something every saint can do, but it is hard to say how to completely destroy an existing small world. No one has ever done this before. The collapse and annihilation of the world will produce unimaginable power. Just the tearing of a small space may completely destroy the body of the cultivator who has joined the Tao, not to mention the complete collapse of a world as big as the altar of the sky.
This power will directly affect the big world, and in the most conservative case, it will destroy an area equivalent to the size of the small world. There are also countless disasters and changes, and countless rules are disordered and distorted, which will lead to another round of balance in the heavens. If it is estimated according to the worst case, the world will return to its original state, and then the world will start anew.
Because Jingli was in an indescribable state of mind, Gongsun Nightmare and Mang Yi must first try to shake him with great cause and effect. The things in this world that are directly related to him are nothing more than one thing, humanism, so we must start from here.
The problem is that humanity is on the decline now, and even if everyone is killed, it may not be enough to shake him, so they can only target a small world like the altar of the sky, and use huge risks. The cycle of cause and effect. They are not worried about the destruction of the world, because Jingli is unlikely to survive such a huge cause and effect, and he will definitely break away from the Supreme Realm before the destruction of the world.
As long as Jingli is out of this state of "no invasion of all Taos", it will be much easier for the demons and ghosts to attack him.
Jingli still looked safe, and the things around him began to become more and more stagnant, whether it was power, matter, time, space, everything fell into absolute stillness, and there was nothing to touch. he.
And here, the causal cycle created by Mang Yi and Gongsun Nightmare is getting faster and faster.
A hundred thousand times, a million times, a million times, a billion times.
A hundred thousand times a hundred thousand times, a million times a million times, a million times a million times, a billion times a billion times.
Cause and effect are superimposed infinitely in multiples, and its destructiveness has become larger and larger, and the altar of the sky may collapse at any time. Fine cracks covered every corner of the stone platform, deep cracks appeared in the bone umbrella in Gongsun Nightmare's hand, and there were fewer and fewer soul-calling flags in the ghost town.
Before a certain critical point was reached, the crack on the stone platform invaded the still world, and the way of the Supreme Being covered by Jingli was finally broken.
He slowly opened his eyes, the altar shone brightly on the earth, and the ten thousand zhang moonlight poured down.
Gongsun Nightmare's figure flickered uncertainly, a skeleton that was as white as jade broke through the sky and climbed out, and the delicate beauty skin slipped from head to toe.
Mang Yi's stature grew more than a hundred times, and the real Emperor Fengdu, who was surrounded by black mist, opened his mouth to swallow up the magnificent and gloomy ghost town, screaming in the sky.
The three sides confronted each other, and the two saints opposite Jingli shot at almost the same time. Life and death were invisible and invisible, and the extremely threatening pure force squeezed away on this small stone platform. Almost instantly, the place was filled with three completely different ways, and there was no damage in the chaos. These powers are all aimed at each other, and there will be no leakage, which is completely different from the shaking between ordinary cultivators.
Jingli felt great pressure almost as soon as he fought them head-on. Gongsun Yuhua had the deepest cultivation level among all the saints, and Mang Yi was at his peak. Neither of them could come out casually. confrontational.
A demonic red light suddenly appeared above the full moon, and the bright moonlight gradually converged.
Jingli took a step back, obviously a little unsupportive. The inheritance he practiced requires a sense of the heavens. This was what it meant by turning a crescent moon into a full moon, but at this time Gongsun Nightmare was considered to have broken his arm.
Mang Yi Jie smirked: "While he's sick, I'll kill him!"
A large formation appeared at the foot of Jingli, and the souls in the formation were screaming and killing intent. As soon as Mang Yi stretched out his hand, a thin and withered arm also appeared in the large formation, and the hand with the power of death directly grabbed Jingli, trying to drag him into the formation.
Jingli's whole body shines brightly, and the human race under the endless deep space instantly rises in the belief in the Temple of Heaven. This belief is condensed into the purest force of will, which is continuously poured into the Temple of Heaven. A sacred ring began to condense above the altar, and the brilliance instantly suppressed the dead hand that was made of a dead item.
But at this time, Gongsun Nightmare Flower hadn't even touched his hand. If he could barely keep up with Mang Yi, then once Gongsun Nightmare Flower joined the battle, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just when Jingli thought of this, Gongsun Yuhua had already started. Instead of touching Jingli directly, she raised her hand and pointed at the stone mirror!
Click.
Fragmented voices are clearly audible.
Jingli noticed that the stone mirror was hit almost immediately, and then he subconsciously separated a little spiritual sense to see the three sticks of incense in front of the mirror.Only the last point in the middle of the three sticks of incense was left, and the warm yellow light flickered for a while, and then it seemed to burn out.
Almost at that moment, the cloud haze in the stone mirror dissipated, and the majestic and turbulent air swept out.
"It's fine when the two of you are here to bully the younger, why bother to provoke this seat with more hands and feet?"
The cold and solemn voice ascended to the sky, the immortal in white clothes and white hair appeared from the cloud haze, and the boundless clear light fell on the altar.
In an instant, the bright moon sank in the west, and the rising sun rose in the east!
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