North Liangshan.
The drum beats were messy, the roars of beasts shook the sky, and the tide of beasts was like a river bursting its banks, crashing into the water and moon illusion, causing ripples and then disappearing. For a full quarter of an hour, Beiliang Mountain was like a giant gluttonous beast, swallowing tens of thousands of monsters into its belly.
Once you enter the illusion, you feel like you are in clouds and water, with all directions unknown and all five senses lost. The mirror light flipped, and the beasts were divided into three large formations.
One is the Blood River God, presided over by the monks of the Blood Clothes Sect, who transforms into a pool of blood in the underworld. It is so vast and indistinct that the beginning and end cannot be seen. There are many blood shadows in the pool. They are the sons of the blood god. They gather and disperse invisible, come and go without a trace, and are immortal.
One is called the Huangquan Pillar, which was sacrificed by the disciples of the Mingquan Sect to summon the Nine Nether Yin Winds and the Huangquan Ghost River. The ghost wind captures the soul, the ghost river destroys the bones, and the ghost soldiers and ghost generals line up to kill each other, endless and endless.
One is called Fengyue Tent, which was set up by the people of Fengyue Valley. The fragrant wind stuns the gods, and the cloudy smoke confuses the mind. The poison inside it penetrates the muscles and enters the body. The silkworm spirit turns into blood. It is cruel and sinister. It is said that "the wind and moon are boundless, but this person is The place where the soul is broken."
There are dozens of formation altars in the three formations, all of which are located at restricted nodes. They are staffed by pill-forming monks and assisted by foundation-building disciples holding weapons.
There is another high platform at the eye of the formation, with spiritual beads hanging on it, reflecting the changes in the formation. The leading disciples of each faction are here to coordinate the overall situation and issue orders.
For those who enter the Blood River God, the sons of the Blood God swarm forward, swallowing sperm and thirsting for blood. All flesh and blood disappears in an instant, leaving only the bloody skin of the mummy.
Those who enter the Underworld Pillar will have their bodies beheaded by soldiers and generals, and their souls will be trapped in the Underworld. They have no life or death, and can be manipulated by others, which will only help their evil spirits.
Those who enter the Wind and Moon Tent will be in a coma, and the poisonous energy attacks the heart without realizing it. The skin will peel off and the flesh will rot when walking, and it will turn into a pool of pus within an hour or three.
A demon bumped into the formation altar in a haze, and violently attacked it. However, he saw a flash of mirror light, and the light and shadow changed, and he was caught in the blood, shadow, and wind. He didn't know where he came from, and he couldn't see where he was going. He couldn't escape even if he tried his best.
However, although the formation was powerful, the number of monsters was so huge that the cultivators were overwhelmed. It should be noted that whether it is Yin soldiers, ghost generals, or blood gods and poisonous miasma, they are all transformed by magical powers, and their number and power are closely related to the cultivation level of the caster.
The number of monks on the side is small, and most of them are foundation-building disciples. Even if they form a formation to do it, they are still unable to do it. In addition, there are more than a thousand seventh-level monsters, relying on their physical bodies to run rampantly. The ordinary Yin Ghost Blood God will break into pieces when touched. Although it can be recovered after rolling in the blood pool and ghost river, its power will still be greatly reduced.
Gradually, the monsters gathered and the forbidden formation dispersed. The monks were killed and injured, the formation altar was broken, and the magic circle was no longer perfect. Frequent flaws occurred during its operation. Then high-level monsters broke out of the formation and set foot in Beiliang.
But before he could even catch a glimpse of the scenery outside the formation, a sharp blade approached, but it was a golden-armored giant holding a huge sword, slashing down with the force of wind and thunder.
The golden light disappeared, the bloody light appeared, the giant put away his sword and turned around, and the monster's body was in a different place.
However, there was a steady stream of beasts breaking through the formation, and their number gradually increased. The giants were unable to kill them, and instead suffered damage from them. As a result, their spiritual patterns were broken, their golden bodies were broken, and several of them were broken in the blink of an eye.
With a clear cry, the big sword opened and closed, and the remaining giant simultaneously waved a huge golden light, swaying away the group of monsters, and then abandoned it and strode into the formation.
At the same time, nearly a thousand monks from the four factions abandoned the formation, gathered and dispersed, used thunderous means, and killed all the monsters outside the formation with lightning and stone fire, and then returned to their bases to regroup for another battle.
With no one in charge, the formation was like a rootless tree, which fell instantly. The air waves surged, and smoke and dust were rolled up like dragons, reaching the sky and the earth.
As soon as the smoke and dust rose, a golden glow was seen, and then there was a roar that shook the sky, and the flames rose up like the sun, sweeping across several miles in an instant, destroying everything, and burning everything, but the golden-armored giant exploded brazenly.
Before the roar was over, the thunder roared again, and the rolling thunder poured down from the cloud boat endlessly. Like a punishment from heaven, Beiliang Mountain instantly turned into a thunder pool purgatory.
After a full stick of incense, the dust settled and the thunder gradually stopped. Suddenly, there was a deep pit with a radius of more than ten miles in front of the mountain. There were scorched corpses scattered in it, and there were many protective shields, some were colorful, some were covered with scales and armor, some were They are simply made of black ice, earth and stone, and there are all kinds of them.
The shield dissipated, and most of the beasts were destroyed. Not a single low-level monster remained, and most of the high-level monsters suffered from scorch marks, but their minds were restored to clarity.
At this moment, divine light descended from the sky and landed behind the group of monsters, but there were seven spirit beads.
The spirit bead swirled gently, sprinkling starlight like mist, and the hands and feet appeared in the intertwined light and mist. In an instant, he turned into a rich and handsome Taoist, seven feet tall, wearing a seven-star crown on his head, wearing a seven-star robe, and holding a seven-star lamp in his hand. It is grand, impressively cultivated by Nascent Soul, and has an ethereal temperament, with stars following every move and every move.
Breathing out the air, a spark of fire flickered like a fallen feather, drifting toward the beasts, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a raging sea of fire. The flames were as cold as stars, but had unparalleled power. Those whose bodies are stained with sparks will turn into nothing in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a wisp of smoke behind.
The group of monsters hurriedly ran away, but then they regrouped and divided their forces to attack Yunzhou or various peaks, especially the Seven Peaks Spirit Pagoda, which had to be "heavily cared for". More than half of the monsters in the pill-forming stage were attacking them. Rush away.
There are more than a hundred seventh-level demons left standing in the void, forming formations, condensing ice and spitting fire, calling wind and thunder, each using their magical powers to control the sparks.
There are more than ten big demons, hiding in the void, bypassing the sea of fire, hiding behind the Taoist, or using sharp beast bodies, or using magical powers to attack!
The cloud boat buzzed, the thunder reappeared, the peaks of the treasure light emitted frequently, all kinds of spells poured out like waterfalls, all the cultivation methods came out, and the two sects of Netherworld and Mingquan even brought thousands of Xuanyin demon corpses and hundreds of thousands of ghosts under their control. Release and face the enemy boldly.
Although the demon corpses only have foundation-building skills, they are all made of bronze and iron bones, and are extremely powerful. They are also unconscious and not afraid of water and fire. They circle with the group of demons within three feet of each other. With every punch and claw, flesh and blood fly everywhere. Even if the corpse breaks into pieces, it can still turn into corpse poison and mist, corroding the beast's body.
The ghost did not join the battle, but instead formed a thick black cloud, pressing over the Mingquan Sect's headquarters. His disciples were sitting in a formation, making hand gestures and chanting incantations, while the ghost-faced flags above their heads glowed with a faint mysterious light.
Within a moment, the mysterious light flew out, gathered at a point in the void, and formed black lotus seeds. The lotus seeds grew out of thin air, and in a blink of an eye they grew to be about ten feet in size.
The dark wind rises, the dark clouds descend, and the ghosts one after another are like long dragons, all entering the lotus seeds, and the magic spell ends abruptly. A moment later, there was a cracking sound, the lotus seeds were broken, and a slender figure appeared.
Wearing a robe of ink clouds and embroidered with a picture of pilgrims of all ghosts, he has a delicate face and black hair like smoke, like a failed scholar.
The scholar glanced down, then flicked his sleeves and threw out a black light that fell towards the beasts.
The black light appeared, but it turned out to be a ferocious ghost claw the size of an mother, with sharp five fingers and a ball of green fire jumping on each fingertip, which was somewhat similar to Feng Zhenren's ghost claw.
Where the ghost claws fell, the demon corpse turned into mud, and the demon soul was trapped in the green fire, which strengthened its power.
On the other side, the Taoist turned a blind eye to the sneak attacker and concentrated on using the sparks. The seven stars in his robe flashed, and a thin star screen protected the whole body. The claws of the demon magic fell on it like a dragonfly touching water, causing only a few ripples.
But then the star screen collapsed and scattered like fireflies. When the flowing firefly touched its body, it turned into a brilliant spark of fire. Several big monsters were unable to avoid it and turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
On the other hand, the sea of fire burned more and more intensely, but in a moment it had occupied several miles of void. Ice, fire, wind and thunder were all its nutrients, and it had the potential to burn out all things.
The demons hurriedly removed their spells, but the fire suddenly became fierce and was in front of them in an instant. They had no choice but to drink poison to quench their thirst, while retreating and using their magical powers to resist.
Suddenly there was a sword cry, clear and high-pitched, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, and then saw a colorful giant sword rising from the Tianjian Peak, striking directly at the beasts like a flying fairy from the sky, destroying the ancients and decaying all the way, and was invincible.
The light of the sword is so swift that it is like lightning and stone fire; the power of the sword is so vast that it stirs the waves of the angry sea; the edge of the sword is so sharp that it leaves traces in the void. It comes and goes repeatedly, but there is no enemy that can be combined.
This is the secret of the Supreme Purity, the Aurora Sword Formation!
This method is for the Jindan Sword Cultivator to form a front on the outside, and the foundation disciples to form a body on the inside. Their sword intentions resonate with each other, and the sword energy is in harmony. They are commanded by the people in the main formation. The power of one sword is comparable to the full strength of the Meiying Sword Cultivator. hit.
Yuan Qing didn't know why, but he was placed at the edge of the sword together with a group of golden elixir sword cultivators. His whole body was shining with silver light, and his skills had already been operating to the extreme. He still felt a heavy pressure on his chest, as if a small boat was sailing in a strong wind and rain. If you are not careful, the ship will be destroyed and people will die.
However, every time when his body is about to collapse, there is always a spiritual light entering the body, which is light and mellow, repairing the meridians, restoring mana, and giving him a chance to breathe.
Over time, although the young man's physical body was tired, his mind became more and more ethereal, and he actually re-entered the realm of clear sword heart. The fire of the five internal organs was rekindled, the spiritual platform regained its sight, and the seventh refinement, which had been stagnant for a long time, began to proceed spontaneously.
And many sword intentions collide, like forging iron in a furnace, beating it repeatedly to remove impurities and retain the stubborn truth, and a pure and pure true meaning of swordsmanship is born!
The true meaning of this point is different from what I realized during my previous sword practice. It is the light of the blending of life and life that has been cultivated in the Yuan and Qing Dynasties. It is the foundation of enlightenment and the foundation of swordsmanship!
The sword shadow in the Consciousness Sea suddenly shone brightly, and the silver stars within it slowly condensed into a star bead, shining brightly.
At the same time, the Qihai Sword embryo melted and peeled off, becoming more rounded and gradually taking the shape of a pill. Unknowingly, the seventh refinement was completed.
After the great refining, the clear sound rises, clear and high, soaring upwards, only to stop after seven turns.
Qiu Long on the side noticed something strange, turned his head to look at him, and smiled knowingly; the Yunhe Sword Immortal at the tip of the sword secretly withdrew the spiritual light from his fingertips, concentrated on turning the sword light, and then killed the group of monsters.
At that time, there was the Taoist Xinghuo in front, the scholar Guizhao behind, the cloud boat above to bring down thunder, and the sword array below, surrounded by all four sides. The beasts had little resistance, and they only fought to trap the beasts.
Just when the tide of beasts was declining and the morale of the monks was rising, suddenly a black and white light returned from the distance, turned into a black and white spiritual cloud, and fell straight towards the Fengyue Valley disciples.
The spiritual cloud is vast, covering other sect disciples as well as some monster beasts.
About a quarter of an hour later, the spiritual cloud rolled and turned into black and white energy again. The two energies entangled and merged, and he became a stunningly beautiful young man with a rosy complexion and an arrogant expression.
Under the young man's body, all life was extinct, leaving only a fragment of limbs and broken bones.
When the scholars and Taoists saw this change in the technique, the ghost claws turned into green fire, ghost flames and star fire surrounded them, trapping the remaining monsters inside; the Yunzhou Sword Formation simultaneously turned their spearheads and attacked the young man.
The young man licked his lips and calmly popped up two groups of spiritual lights, which turned out to be two black and white beads. Then he moved and turned into a rainbow, and the thunderous sword light suddenly disappeared.
The ball flashed and landed in front of the scholar and Taoist. It exploded with a bang, and the two colors of spiritual light intertwined into a giant light ball, engulfing the two of them.
The light group converged, the star fire and ghost flames dissipated, the Taoist scholar's figure was in tatters, and the disciples of Taiyuan and Mingquan all spurted out a mouthful of blood, their aura was weak, and their spiritual light was dim.
The remaining demonic beasts had no intention of fighting anymore, and without the magical power and trap, they immediately became birds and beasts.
The thunder light disappeared, the sword light stopped, and the scholars and Taoists stood still, letting the beasts escape.
On the cloud boat, Wei Shan looked pale and murmured, "Is this considered a win?"
Next to him, Wang Qing took out the wine jar and took a sip and replied: "It's so damn hard!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a golden beam of light fell from the sky. The young man walked out slowly with a cold expression, his golden robe spotless, like a god.
