But things didn't go as they expected. Just before half a quarter of an hour passed, Gong Chenying and Li Huanzhen opened their eyes almost at the same time. Gong Chenying's eyes flashed in surprise again, and he stood up. , drinking "There is someone."
The monks opened their eyes in confusion, and saw two figures standing there among them, looking warily at the 20-foot ball wall in front of them.
Everyone hurriedly jumped up and quickly formed a team to be on guard. Only then did someone look at the two people again. One person had a bumpy figure, so there was no doubt that he was Gong Chenying, but the other person made them stunned. It was Uncle Xiao Zhufeng, who had the lowest level of cultivation but also had a weird look. At this time, some people couldn't help but think of Li Huanzhen's various closeness on the way. With the instinct of beasts, I thought in my mind, "Could this young uncle be transformed into some kind of demonic beast that is gifted with alertness? There are many tenth-level Dzogchen monks here, but no one has given any advance warning. "But this thought just passed by in a flash, because at this time, a figure appeared in the ripples of the sphere in their eyes.
"Pure Land Sect?"
"The Demon Sect?"
Many voices sounded almost at the same time, but the Qi Condensation Stage monks from the Sprite Sect who made the "Pure Land Sect" voice had many mixed and unexpected voices. And there is only one person who can say that "The Demon Sect" is the figure who just entered the sphere.
Li Huanzhen squinted his eyes. When he was practicing just now, he felt that the circulation of spiritual power on the sphere in front of him was stagnant and paused. He suddenly woke up. Before he could remind him, a cold voice like a clear bell rang out. When he looked back, he saw Gong Chenying looking at him with a surprised look on his face. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Since arriving in this secret realm, his Guishui Sutra seemed to have changed to the point where he didn't even recognize it.
Just as both sides were shouting, waves of light continued to ripple behind the person on the other side, and people appeared one after another. In a short while, as many as eighteen people appeared. At this time, the Demon Sect did not rush forward rashly, but just Staring at each other coldly, they had guessed that "the two roads intersect, and the final battle is coming."
According to the information before coming here, during the final fierce battle between the monks on the two roads, the leader could not take action, otherwise the huge black shadow would accelerate and devour time. Now the leaders of both sides did not know how to face this sudden change, so they Wait for things to develop.
The first person who came in from the Pure Land Sect was a Zen master wearing a yellow cassock. He was about 25 or 26 years old, with a thin build, a long face, dark skin, and a pair of dark eyes that were calm. After he saw the people here clearly, Except for a drink, he made no sound. Instead, he clasped his hands together and looked at Gong Chenying quietly. Gong Chenying already had a hand in his hand, closed his lips tightly, and looked at him coldly.
The wave of light behind the black and thin Zen master only flashed for a dozen times, but there was no more movement. The black and thin Zen master looked back at the eighteen gray-clothed monks, and couldn't help but a look of regret flashed in his eyes. Now eighteen gray-clothed monks The monks and he all had more or less injuries on their bodies. Many monks still had blood stains on their faces and bodies. The monks' robes were covered with mud and blood stains, and many places were damaged. I thought of that damned robe. The muddy mountain road and the nephew who stayed in the heavy rain to form the Eighteen Arhat Formation in order to protect them couldn't help but feel sad. "The damn rain channel up the mountain, the damn heavy rain, the damn black shadow in the sky, and this bunch of damn Monster Sect monks in front of you."
The black and thin Zen Master slowly looked to the opposite side, the cold light in his eyes became more intense, but he was even less angry in his heart: "Why can't the plan keep up with the changes? The first time I met was not Shibuyuan and Taixuan Sect, but the Demon Sect that I least wanted to see. And the demon cultivators, if it is the other two sects, then what follows will be the climax of the killing of revenge. Now they unexpectedly met the cultivators of the Demon Sect, and they were still cultivators, and they only had five remaining physical strength at most. How can the other side give their side time to recover? This seems to be a disaster."
The eighteen monks behind him had dull expressions with a hint of absolute certainty. They understood their situation.
"Amitabha..." The black and thin Zen Master's eyes flashed, just when he was trying to find a reason to delay for some time.
"Kill", a clear voice sounded in the ball, and then a green light was fired at the black and thin Zen Master. Gong Chenying did not give the opponent even a chance. In fact, she now regretted that she had taken action too late. The wheel of life and death here was After all, it is not picking in the secret realm. There is a lot of experience there for reference. Before, there were only some records from ancient times. If they attack as soon as a figure appears on the other side, it will be the best time.
Amidst the cold shouts, Gong Chenying's figure was the first to explode into the air, and a green light shot out like lightning.
The black and thin Zen Master couldn't help but feel shocked and angry. He didn't expect that the other party, who had remained calm when they first met, suddenly attacked directly without saying a word. In this way, his plan was defeated. Not only did our side suffer a huge loss in mana, but we also only had half the number of people on our side. Although there were far more experts at the tenth level of Qi Condensation Stage than the other side, there was no slightest advantage at all.
Zen Master Hei Shou’s Dharma name is Zhi Zhong. His Buddhist skills are extremely profound. He has been ranked among the top ten Pure Land Sects in this secret realm selection. He was the team leader selected to enter the Wheel of Life and Death before. His cultivation has reached the Great Perfection in the later stage of Foundation Establishment. , only one step away from entering the fake elixir realm. During the picking trial, just as Li Wuyi and the others had guessed, he found a place to practice after entering and did not participate in a life-and-death fight. The reason why he was selected as the team leader was that he The Buddhist skill he practices is an immortal skill that is close to that of the evil Buddha. It is called "Xuezi Tuo". This skill is so vicious that one hundred and eight virgins need to be harvested at the first level of Qi Condensation Stage. The yin blood sacrifice completely melted a trace of pure yang in his pure yang body into yin blood gas, and the one hundred and ten virgins during the sacrifice could not be better than entering the 18th level of Shura, as miserable as the bones were peeled off, and the souls were born. His sanity is still there, but every trace of pain is always lingering around him.
Every time this skill reaches a higher level in the future, it must require three times the sacrifice of the yin blood of the previous virgins. In other words, when Zhizhong was building the foundation, he sacrificed and killed 324 young virgins at one time, but in his words That is, "This person has a destiny with me, Buddha, and can cross over." After practicing this set of exercises, he has the power of half yin and half pure yang, which can suppress all yin and filthy things, and can also resist the evil and evil practices. It can be said to be both righteous and righteous. Evil, there is Buddha and Nirvana, this is the reason why he was used to deal with the Demon Sect.
Seeing the green light approaching, Zhizhong's dark and thin face flashed with a stern look, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he curled his fingers.
