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Chapter 14
The Absolute Spirit Array forcibly changes the heaven and earth spiritual veins with the force of the sky, which is a very difficult array to arrange. 108 flags and 108 cultivators of Yuanying stage and above. Yuanying stage has reached the threshold of masters among cultivators. No matter which school, the ability to send more than 50 Yuanying stage sects in one go is the number one in the cultivation world. One school.
108 Nascent Soul stage repairers need the entire right path to work together to get together, and as long as one person is missing, the Absolute Spirit Array will dissipate and all the players will lose.
Righteous Dao chooses the candidates of the Absolute Spirit Array when there are thousands of choices, for fear of choosing people who have something to do with the demon way or the cultivator who is not strong in mind and easy to be influenced by the heart demon. The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators they gathered are all from the future of the right way. The mainstay, sure that the formation will never be broken, dare to let go and attack the Demon Sect.
Surprisingly, Shu Yanyan planted an indelible nail in the right way as early as eleven years ago, and eleven years later, she shook the Absolute Spirit Array and the whole right way plan.
In mid-air, the woman in the pink shirt was carrying a righteous monk's Nascent Soul, and she squeezed the Nascent Soul into her magic weapon, a flower of the other bank that was in bud.
Shu Yanyan's natal magic weapon is a quasi magic weapon that is as greedy as she is, and every time it is cast, it must be fed to a Nascent Soul to work.
After swallowing He Wenchao's Nascent Soul, the Bi'an Flower slowly bloomed, paved a blood-red road among the ghosts summoned by Qiu Congxue, just like the other's road to send people's souls back to the underworld.
The remaining 107 disciples looked desperately at these two beautiful but poisonous women, gradually losing their minds in the fragrance of Manzhushahua.
"Shu Yanyan!" Qiu Congxue said angrily, "Your flowers have swallowed several of my ghosts!"
Shu Yanyan lazily said: "You know my other side flower, and I can't control it myself. It eats whoever it likes. Can you control your own ghost? As soon as I get close to you, I can hear the hungry ghost Doesn't the sound of eating bones hurt? No wonder you can't beat the Lord in the Mahayana period, and your weapons are too weak to control."
Two half-and-a-half women taunted each other while harvesting the enemy's life, Qiu Congxue said dissatisfied: "The Lord does not allow me to devour their souls, I feel uncomfortable."
After speaking, he grinds his teeth.
"The Lord said that dead cultivators can still be reincarnated as ordinary people, without deep hatred, don’t destroy the souls of people. We kill cultivators, we belong to those who are against the sky, and the heavens will not count sins on us. . If it destroys the souls of people and souls, it will break the rules of the six reincarnations. Heaven will condemn serious crimes, and our catastrophe will be sad.” Shu Yanyan said.
"As a magic repairman, he doesn't blink, but he has obsessions in strange places." Qiu Congxue said disapprovingly, "When I set foot on the path of Asura, I didn't intend to look back."
Shu Yanyan shrugged: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the Lord, but you have to beat him first. We Xuanyuan Sect always has the biggest fist who has the final say."
As Shu Yanyan's other shore flowers bloomed, the sky greedy wolf star gradually became red, and a scarlet star was shining in the sky.
"Sure enough," said the master of the nine-star gate, "seven kills, breaking the army, and greedy wolves. These three stars are the biggest obstacles to this battle between right and evil."
Biluogu Valley Master said: "Fortunately, we still have back players."
"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple gently moved the Buddhist beads in his hand, said the Buddha's horn, and then threw the beads into the air.
At the same time, Shu Yanyan and Qiu Congxue appeared on their heads a peacock with multicolored Buddha light. Under the Buddha light, the other shore flowers withered, Shu Yanyan's smile froze in the corner of her mouth, and she said dryly: "No way, Buddha Xiu is even bigger this time Have you all invited the Faxiang of the Ming Dynasty?"
In Buddhism, it is said that the peacock was born for the phoenix, and it is delicious. If the Buddha is swallowed in one day, the Buddha will come out to kill him. The Buddhas persuaded that the peacock had a chance of rebirth from the Buddha, so they escorted the peacock to Lingshan and named him the "Buddha Mother Peacock King Bodhisattva".
The King of Peacock Ming has the power to relieve calamity, cure disease and prolong life. Whether Shu Yanyan's Bianhua or Qiu Congxue's resentful soul, they are all suppressed to death.
Under the Buddha's light, the flowers on the other side faded, and the resentful soul re-entered the six realms of reincarnation.
Shu Yanyan is still better, she is pure-hearted and has little desire, and the power of the charm is greatly reduced, but it does not hurt the origin. Qiu Congxue was different, she was originally a ghost, and this time she was going to transcend her into reincarnation, which was really deadly.
At this time, among the remaining dozens of Yuanying stage practitioners, 18 of them suddenly took off their headgear, revealing 18 bright bald heads, sitting cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures.
"What the hell!" Shu Yanyan exclaimed, "I haven't heard that there are a bunch of bald heads in the formation. I can't do anything about these bald heads!"
Qiu Congxue in the Buddha's light smiled and said: "We just rushed for a while, these righteous disciples are also considered to be most of the casualties, and the rest are also severely injured, and it is impossible to fight again. You and my mission are considered completed. I will break this. Great Bright King Faxiang, you can escape."
"Are you crazy? Do you want to be oversold?" Shu Yanyan said, "Are you Qiu Congxue such a self-sacrificing person?"
"Shut up." Qiu Congxue kicked Shu Yanyan and flew into the sky by herself. Numerous bones appeared in front of her, blocking the light of the Buddha for Qi Congxue.
In the light of the Buddha, I faintly saw a string of rosary beads, Qiu Congxue smelled a burning smell on his body, and the bone armor gradually dissipated in the light of the Buddha.
See it!
She stretched out her boned fingers, grabbed the string of beads, and threw the beads far away.
When Shu Yanyan heard Qiu Congxue's screams, her figure disappeared in the Buddha's light. Eighteen Buddhist cultivators vomited blood. It was obvious that in this battle without gunpowder, they and Qiu Congxue were both injured.
The Buddha's light disappeared, and Shu Yanyan looked at the wounded monks of the righteous path and those who could no longer fight, put away the smile on her face, and said lightly: "Go away."
The people who thought she was going to kill Su Yanyan looked at Shu Yanyan incomprehensibly, and only listened to the witch of the Xuanyuan Sect: "Ten years of war, countless deaths and injuries, no matter the right way or the magic way, it takes a hundred years to recover. There are enough deaths. Too many, I kill enough."
Holding a piece of black cloth in her hand, she turned and left, leaving the still alive monk looking at each other.
On the outskirts of the Xuanyuan Sect mountain range, Baili Qingmiao kept picking up the fallen monks. In order to rescue them, she still had the same door. She walked farther and farther away from the large group. She saw a black figure floating by the river, and hurriedly used Yingyue Xuanshuang Ling to pull the person up.
"Thank God, you are still alive!" "Oh my God! All the flesh and blood on your body are gone!" "Your face is all black, and you can't see which disciple you are!" "Are you a boy or a girl? "Don't give up, you must stick to it!"
Qiu Congxue's eyelids moved, and she was unconscious by the noise in her ears. She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a woman in a goose-yellow dress healing herself in tears.
"It's so noisy." Qiu Congxue said, realizing that his throat had been burned, and he could only make a hoarse sound that was neither male nor female.
"You are still alive, oooooooo!" Baili Qingmiao cried sadly, "Don't die, too many people die, so many elders of the division are dead, don't die, I will never Hope to see someone die in front of my eyes."
Qiu Congxue: "..."
She opened her eyes, and for some reason, there was a word in her heart-she saw a ray of rising sun shining on Baili Qingmiao, her expression was gentle and firm, and her appearance dedicated to rescuing people was so beautiful.
What kind of mess? Qiu Congxue frowned her burnt eyebrows. Why did she suddenly have such sour words in her mind?
With the rising sun, the war on the other side came to an end. The strengths of the two sides of Xuanyuan Sect Shanbei were almost the same. In ten years, most of the deaths and injuries were spent. It can't be saved.
Altar Master Yuan is the only one of the four major altar masters who can still stand. There are only one or two of the righteous monks who can still move. Altar Master Yuan asked, "Are you still fighting? Aura has recovered. If you continue to fight, we will lose both. ."
The Righteous Monk silently looked at the battlefield between Wen Ren'e and the twenty-one masters, and shook his head silently.
Ten years, this result is really too tragic. Fortunately, they have already exchanged a bit of life for the cultivation world, and successfully avoided the 10,000-year catastrophe.
Altar Master Yuan also bowed his hand: "In that case, please leave Xuanyuan Sect, we will not sneak attack."
The righteous monks discussed, nodded, lifted up the fellow daoists on the side, sacrificed a large-scale magic weapon flying boat, and left Xuanyuan Sect.
The battle between the right and the devil left only the top twenty-two battlefield.
After several years of recuperation, Yin Hanjiang, who had gradually recovered from his injuries, didn't care about the righteous monks who retreated, but stared at the battlefield. As the day passed, night fell, and the stars in the sky flickered, but the Seven Killing stars were dimmed.
"Senior!" Yin Hanjiang stood up holding the sword and said nervously.
"Don't look, Wen Ren E can't live anymore." Altar Master Ruan "comforted" him from the side, "Twenty-one high schools were besieged, and one of them was a Buddhist practitioner. You know the Buddha's "Put all living beings" and "put down How powerful is the butcher knife? At one thought of the Buddhist scriptures, there was no fighting spirit. Wen Ren E was able to defeat the strong by the fierce fighting spirit countless times. Buddha Xiu is his biggest nemesis. If there is no fighting intention, Wen Ren E will also It's just a Mahayana practitioner."
Altar Master Ruan really carried out the two-faced and three-sword character of the magic repair, and at the first moment he orally called "respectful", the next moment he became a stranger, and he really turned his face and refused to recognize people.
After the "comfort", he vomited a dead bug, crushed it to death with his feet, and cursed in a low voice: "Let you give me a heart-wrenching Gu, I will kill you! Ten years ago, if you heard that the human was not dead, you thought about it. How do you control the other altar masters and the law protectors to fight for the position of the supreme master, right? With such a deep scheming, why didn't the Zhengmo fight kill you!"
"It's almost the same as death," Altar Master Yuan sighed, "Mother Gu was beaten to death by others. Wouldn't it make you vomit Heart-Eater Gu so easily?"
Rao is the cruel Altar Master Ruan, looking at Xuanyuan Sect's dry bones, he couldn't help but said, "Too many people have died."
"The right way is also for the catastrophe once every 10,000 years," Altar Master Yuan said, "In fact, the magic way is already very honest under the Lord's control for many years, so we will harm the cultivator and dare not attack ordinary people. Righteous Dao forcibly attacked, launched a war against the righteous demon, and used tactics like the Absolute Spirit Array to deceive the heavens, lest it use cataclysm to cleanse the human world. With so many lives, it is worth ten thousand years of vitality. ."
"We are all people who deserve to be killed. It is a fate." Altar Master Ruan said a rare and elegant remark, turned his head and saw Yin Hanjiang was gone, and suddenly cursed, "Grandma's, Yin Hanjiang!"
The person who was still able to move twisted his neck with difficulty, seeing that Yin Hanjiang's original seat was empty. In the deep mountains, within the forbidden area of Xuanyuan Sect, the sound of drums faintly rang out louder than ever.
After Yin Hanjiang heard what Altar Master Ruan said, he understood what kind of attack the Lord was facing at this time.
Intent to fight, as long as there is intent to fight, you will never lose!
But now the three battlefields, the two battlefields have died down, and the Lord is still facing the strongest Buddha in Wuxiang Temple. Where does the fighting will come from?
In the desperate situation, Yin Hanjiang thought of the Burning Tiangu, the drum with the memory of the battle between the fairy and the devil.
He decisively merged with the Demon Sword, turned into countless blood swords and rushed to the Burning Tiangu, using the mana of the virtual stage and his body as a hammer to forcibly beat the Burning Tiangu.
"Boom", with a soft sound, it seemed to knock in Wen Ren'e's heart.
He slowly opened his eyes, and a benevolent old monk in front of him said to Wenren: "Major General Wenren, don't hate it. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha."
Major general? It’s been a long time since heard anyone call him that way for 300 years.
Three hundred years ago, he was still an ordinary person, and the Wenren clan was devoted to serving the country, but in exchange for a full-fledged copy, he complained, he hated, he wanted to kill the world faint king, then...what happened?
"Boom!" The second drum beat struck Wen Ren'e's heart again. The corner of his eyebrows jumped, and a little boy appeared in his memory, so small, reaching out and grabbing the corner of his clothes, as if he was on the battlefield. Leaving a sigh of relief, after being rescued by the nearby people, they heard that the Wenren clan had already killed themselves of the nine clan.
"Major General, the sea of suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore." The old monk chanted the Buddhist scriptures frantically, and the killing intent that Wen Ren'e had just raised disappeared again.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The three rapid drums of war sounded like a horn urging Wenren.
He saw another picture of a man wearing a ghost mask, holding his robe, and quietly closing his eyes in front of a bright light.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!" The Fentian drum sounded loudly, like a person shouting in Wen Ren'er's ear: "Your honor, your honor, your honor!"
Wen Ren'e opened his eyes completely and said to the old monk with a compassionate look in front of him: "Master, put down the butcher knife, do you want to ask me if I want it?"
The abbot of Wuxiang Temple trembled and shook his head: "After all, it was a failure."
Following his words, the illusion surrounding Wenren's body dissipated. Twenty-one masters raised their natal magic weapons at Wenren's. If he wakes up a moment later, so many magical weapons will beat him to death.
The sound of war drums urged his life, Wen Ren Er raised the seven-kill halberd and said loudly: "You can push the deity to this level, and it is worth fighting for the deity. We are all at the end of the crossbow, the last blow, who can survive, Leave it to Destiny to decide."
After all, the seven kill stars in the sky shined brightly, Wenren Er's seven kill halberd greeted twenty-one magical weapons, twenty-two super god soldiers collided, and the huge force of heaven and earth caused thunder. Bursts!
The demons in the chatting looked at the sky, and Altar Master Ruan said unbelievably: "The Lord is still alive, how did he survive? Twenty-one masters!"
"Don't worry about changing your mouth and shouting to the Lord, hurry up and deploy a protective formation! Do you want to die!" Altar Master Yuan kicked Ruan Weiyi's ass.
Ruan Weiyi hurriedly opened Xuanyuan Sect's mountain-protection formation. The moment the barrier was just deployed, a bloody light rushed out of the formation and entered the circle without fear.
Yin Hanjiang didn't care about the damage to his body caused by the aftermath of the master fight, his eyes were blood red, and he was looking for Wen Ren's figure among the countless fallen ruins.
This severed limb is not, that magic weapon is not, where is it, where is it!
A Zen stick fell and was about to hit Yin Hanjiang's body. At this time, a tattered halberd seemed to be alive, blocking Yin Hanjiang's body, blocking the attack of the Zen stick for him.
Yin Hanjiang saw the halberd, restored his human form, picked up Wenren's natal magic weapon, and relied on the sound of the resonance of the magic weapon to find Wenren's dying.
He flew in front of him and hugged Wenren Er. The joy of the loss made Yin Hanjiang's mouth numb, and he was speechless.
The two landed steadily. Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e and was shaking, and Wen Ren'e slowly stretched out his hand and rubbed Yin Hanjiang's face, weakly saying: "Dharma Protector Yin, you finally saved the deity."