"It's just that the vows provided by those monks are very unstable. His cultivation level will decline now. If he has his own believers in the future, he can always maintain that state."
The wind dragon circled and flew to the top of Nan Tian Yijian's head, and said proudly: "Even the attack of the breath control realm to cut off the land and the human plate is possible. Back then, Lord Si Li had a large wave of believers, and he could do it with just one sword. It can kill millions of people.”
"The power of wish is so strong? Breath control can actually cut off the attacks of the territory realm?"
When Lu Chen heard Feng Long's explanation, he said with some belief. When he raised his head, he happened to see Master Jun. Seeing the obvious changes in Master Jun, he was even more surprised and said: "Huh? Xiao Junzi, you also have the aura. It’s a big transformation.”
"Compared to before, his aura and character seem to be a little bit stronger."
Lu Chen looked at Mr. Jun and said thoughtfully: "As I stand here now, I feel that Xiao Junzi's whole body is like a spear that stretches between heaven and earth."
"Brother Lu, Brother Jun also broke through just now."
Nantian Wan'er gently pulled at Lu Chen and said softly again: "That's because of Uncle Jun. Just now, Uncle Jun has gone to Xishan, and his cultivation level has entered the Human Pan Realm and became the youngest Your Majesty."
"Human Pan Realm? Uncle Jun is actually called a Venerable?"
Lu Chen listened to Wan'er's explanation with regret on his face: "Ah ah ah, I missed so many things. Not only did I not see the improvement of Xiao Jianzi and Xiao Junzi's cultivation, but even Uncle Jun's departure I didn’t even wake up, which is such a shame.”
"Xiao Lu'er, get ready, they seem to be starting."
Lu Chen looked towards the library with great regret. At this moment, Feng Long's solemn and arrogant voice suddenly came from the sky.
"Are we about to start?"
When Lu and Chen heard Feng Long's message, their expressions immediately became serious, and a tense atmosphere began to spread within the library.
Nan Tian Wan'er took a step forward and gently pulled Lu Chen's arm. Master Jun and Nan Tian Yijian took out their weapons and stood silently on the left and right sides of Lu Chen, staring closely at the direction of the library, preparing to rush in at any moment after the secret realm was opened. .
"Sir, I'm done here. Can we start awakening the giant?"
Blind Lu looked in the direction of Ancestor Suitian, quietly lit up a stream of spiritual energy, and said aloud: "Get ready to start, wait for Ancestor Suitian to release a spell, by the way, the men in black next to him are all It’s all arranged.”
Coyotito picked up the little ice dragon beside him and put it on his shoulders and said, "Everything is ready, just waiting for you to activate the formation."
"good……"
Blind Man Lu nodded and moved his right hand slightly towards the cliff.
The formations deep in the earth's veins were connected to each other and began to rotate crazily. The tornadoes of spiritual energy emitted by the rotation of the formations sucked back all the black mist that had spread to the library.
Below, Blind Man Lu's technique touched the forehead of Ancestor Suitian.
Ancestor Suitian suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart, and the words Jun Wudi said when he left rang in his ears. He summoned Lu Chen and others to rush to his side, and started to fight with both hands at the same time.
A powerful thunder and lightning energy was released from the hands of Ancestor Suitian, turning into layers of formation apertures that swept directly across the entire library. All the venerables looked at the movements of Ancestor Suitian, and even glanced at the sky. What words are spoken.
"The mark of heaven?"
Master Jun looked at the flash of lightning in the sky, passing over the unconscious low-level monks, leaving another black mark. He stared at the seal in the hand of Patriarch Suitian, and was very surprised. asked: "Ancestor, did you just release the mark of heaven?"
"Well, I have released it several times just now."
Ancestor Suitian saw the arrival of Lu Chen and others, and deliberately falsely reported the number of times he had released the calligraphy: "I am doing this for your sake. The Heavenly Mark can seal this memory."
"After all, the talent you just showed is too powerful. If it is spread by these people, something unexpected may happen. Planting a mark of heaven in their minds can ensure your safety to the greatest extent."
Nan Tian Yijian glanced at the monks behind him, and said with an unhappy face: "I said that since I, the king of heaven, have descended to earth, they should kneel down with tears of gratitude, but in the end, no one came up to greet me. It turns out it was you, ancestor." ah."
"Hahaha, young people should take care of themselves and don't care too much about these superficial things."
Ancestor Suitian looked at the carvings of Heavenly Dao, gradually covering everyone's body. He turned around and saw Lu Chen and others standing beside him. He completely believed that the monk's amnesia was caused by him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ancestor Suitian secretly bowed to the sky again, and the warning set by Blind Man Lu slowly disappeared at this moment.
"Ancestor, you can at least let me experience the feeling of being supported by a monk. It's really..."
"Xiao Jianzi, my ancestor is a senior, please pay attention to the way you speak."
"I understand, boss..."
Lu Chen pulled Nan Tianyi's sword, bowed to Ancestor Suitian, and bowed respectfully, then stood up and said, "It's true, we have been in too much limelight recently, little Lu'er, thank you for your ancestor's teachings." "
Lu Chen just listened to the explanation of Ancestor Suitian, and thought about it carefully, and instantly realized that the light he had just shined was too strong, and there were so many monks here, after all, it was too crowded.
Although he has so many powerful helpers, his true strength is still too small after all. Once a powerful monk attacks him, he may be instantly subdued by the gangster before he can summon help.
Lu Chen thought about all this clearly before continuing to speak: "Ancestor, when can we go down?"
"When the black fog completely recedes, we can go in. Now let's gather our people here."
Ancestor Suitian gave an order, and several men in black robes instantly flew out from behind and rushed to the entrance of the valley to pick up the people from the military camp.
Lu Chen watched the black mist over the cliff slowly recede. He looked around the library with his spiritual energy. The sages from each family had already begun to summon monks from their own camps and slowly gathered in the front yard of the library to clean up the damage caused by the fog. disaster.
When Lu Chen first came to the backyard of the library, there were probably nearly 100,000 monks gathered here, but a white fog, coupled with an invasion of black fog, wiped out more than half of the low-level monks.
Lu Chen looked at the low-level monks who were unconscious and lying on the ground in the front yard of the library, and said loudly: "Ancestor, what should we do with these people? After all, there are disciples from Fengtian Palace among them, so should we just leave them here?"
"Throw them all out. Wasn't it because they were too greedy that caused the current result?"
Ancestor Suitian stared at the cliff and said casually: "The mist has invaded their body meridians. This injury is enough to kill them half their lives. Now they have no way to enter the secret realm. If they are thrown outside, they will wake up. Naturally he will leave."
After the Ancestor Suitian finished speaking, the Taoist with Double Knives was already standing in front of the library door. He waved the giant blades with both hands and rolled up a series of violent wind tornadoes, throwing all the unconscious monks into the library canyon.
"Mian Sheng, I'm worried about what these ordinary people are doing. They didn't ask for it. Just drive them all out."
Taoist Shuangdao looked at the empty front yard of the library, breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "The black mist has retreated under the cliff. Crown Saint, hurry up and finish here so that I can visit my grandson." .”
"good……"
Ancestor Suitian glanced at the monks behind him, summoned the Suitian Spear and said softly: "There should be more than 10,000 people here now. If you are still standing here, you should know what you are going to do."
"Understood, Saint Shattering Heaven Crown, please start. This is not the first time we have participated in a sacrifice, and we all know the entire process of the secret realm of sacrifice."
"Okay, fellow Taoists, get ready."
The Patriarch of Broken Heaven listened to the shouts of the monks, held the Broken Heaven Spear in his hand and began to practice the art: "In the secret realm opened by our military family, I will definitely not let you sacrifice in vain. Except for the last secret, the rest Those who have no owner will take it for themselves."
"Thank you, Holy Shattering Heaven Crown!"
The monks in the front yard of the library stood in front of the library, watching the movements of Patriarch Suitian. After bowing in unison, they followed their venerable's orders and began to quickly create magic spells with both hands.
"Is it finally time to start? I just don't know if it can support me to break through to the next level after sacrificing a year's life."
"Learn to give up. Even if we don't choose to sacrifice now, we won't survive the next year. We might as well fight now and win the World Travel and lose the Buried Nine Nethers."
"Hehehe, we still have no choice after all..."
The monk, whose life was about to expire, couldn't help but let out a sad sigh when he looked at the cliff of the library.
"Since you have no choice, let's get started. The secret realm this time will not disappoint you. The lifespan of your sacrifice will definitely be rewarded with a hundred or a thousand times the resources."
The ancestor of the Broken Sky looked at these monks and said something, holding the magic weapon with both hands, turned around and threw the Broken Sky Spear into the sky with all his strength.
The Sky-Shattering Spear rose up in the wind in mid-air, absorbing the spiritual energy provided by the Sky-Shattering Ancestor, and slowly expanded to a length of nearly a hundred feet, like a sky-supporting pillar straddling the top of the cliff.
"Let's do it. Cultivation is a gamble. If you win, you will be able to travel through the heavens, but if you lose, you will be buried in the Nine Netherworlds."
The monks behind him looked at the movements of the ancestor of Broken Sky, and opened the palm of his right hand in unison, and quickly transferred his original blood essence to the Broken Sky Spear.
One day, two days, three days...
The most intuitive manifestation that origin brings to monks is lifespan. The more origins a monk sacrifices, the more lifespan he gets from the sacrifice. Slowly, the sacrifice reaches half a year's lifespan, and begins to approach one year's lifespan... …
