"It's such a pity." Lin Jiu sighed again - it was a pity that he was a demon, and it was also a pity that the person who had mastered such a supreme Taoism was just an ordinary bald man.
Normally speaking, facing this 'Five Finger Mountain' that covers the sky and the sun, not to mention just a Yuan Shen practitioner, it is really a great practitioner in the tribulation period, and must deal with it carefully and cautiously. It must be here. Before the Wuzhi Mountain falls, leave the place covered by the Wuzhi Mountain. Only in this way can you escape.
But by chance, the person that Monk Shi Fang faced was Lin Jiu!
It was Lin Jiu who had a completely new understanding of the Xingyun Sword Technique, almost like the state of unity between man and nature.
"It's just a small horse with a sledgehammer." Lin Jiu's eyes fell from the Five Fingers Mountain to Monk Shi Fang.
The monk Shi Fang in front of him gave Lin Jiu the feeling that he was like Mingxiu on the dam.
That incomparably powerful power seems to be breathtaking and frightening, but external force is only external force after all - Monk Shi Fang, who grasps this powerful power, is like a child wielding a sledgehammer.
When the first hammer was swung, it had the power to crush everything, but after the hammer fell, there were flaws all over his body.
The four magic powers on Lin Jiu shook, and a gap appeared in the connection between Wuzhi Mountain and the earth. In the gap, Lin Jiu's escaping light suddenly accelerated, and in an instant he appeared in front of Monk Shi Fang.
Then Lin Jiuxin flicked his hand, and the four magic powers on his body had directly destroyed the Yuan Gang protected by Monk Shi Fang.
Seeing this scene, Monk Shi Fang still did not stop his movements, and the Wuzhishan still moved unswervingly towards Lin Jiu and his own place to suppress it.
——"Do you dare to bet that you will kill me first, or I will suppress you here first?"
Such meaning clearly appeared in monk Shi Fang's pupils.
He looked at Lin Jiu with eyes full of provocation.
He and Lin Jiu, one was about to die, and the other was born among the demon clan in who-knows-how-many years, a being who was almost like a genius. He didn't believe that Lin Jiu dared to bet his life with him.
"No need to bet, you will definitely die in my hands first!" Lin Jiu's eyes were also extremely cold.
The next moment, those four rays of light completely broke through all the protective things on Monk Shi Fang's body, and directly penetrated Monk Shi Fang's eyebrows.
When the radiant light penetrated from the back of monk Shi Fang's head, there were only two rays of radiant light left, almost condensing into substance.
At this moment, the real crisis came to Lin Jiu.
The Wuzhi Mountain - after the death of monk Shi Fang, the Wuzhi Mountain not only did not collapse, but continued to move towards Lin Jiu's location, suppressing it bit by bit.
In Wuzhi Mountain, the swastika civilization was destroyed, completely blocking the surrounding heaven and earth energy.
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"It's barely even ten breaths of time." At this time, the spectators outside had already appeared.
But it's the land nearby.
Although none of them were willing to get involved in this turmoil, the news of Yuan Shen Daxiu's death that broke out one after another here still aroused the curiosity of these people, so one by one, they all showed up. He stood at the edge of his territory, watching the battle between Lin Jiu and the seventeen monks from a distance.
"Is this really just a great spirit demon, not a demon king who has transcended the tribulation realm?" A land holding a bamboo stick gently poked the land holding a peach wood stick next to him with the bamboo stick in his hand.
"Don't you know how to read it yourself?" The land holding the peach wood staff said angrily.
"But this is too outrageous." The bamboo stick shrank back a few steps.
Those were not seventeen big cabbages, but seventeen Yuanshen Daxiu, forming a Yuanshen Daxiu that looked like one body.
Especially the last one, after absorbing the power of the other sixteen people, his power is no less powerful than that of the Demon King in the Tribulation Realm.
But in front of Lin Jiu, all the soul overhauls, no matter who they were, were just one blow.
"It's too fierce! It's really too fierce!"
"How could such a ferocious alien monster be born?"
"No wonder those human races don't allow humans and monsters to fall in love. Will the love between humans and monsters actually give birth to such a monster?" Another land holding a willow stick next to him also sighed.
In any case, the rise of a ferocious monster like Lin Jiu is not a good thing for the land they are trapped in.
The land with the red willow stick thought this way, and looked at each other in the distance with the other lands, only to find that everyone's eyes revealed such a bitter look.
"It's not that there is no turning point." After a while, the Wuzhishan Mountain was not seen collapsing, so another man with a pine stick touched his beard.
"Hey, I understand. As expected of Buddhists, they are very thoughtful." After a moment, Di Di, who was holding a pine stick, suddenly reached out and patted his thigh. "Now, the Young Master of Dragon Palace is really afraid that he will be raped." These Buddhist monks have been tricked to death."
"That alms bowl, do you still remember that alms bowl? All seventeen Yuanshen Daxiu are dead, but that alms bowl is still there! That alms bowl is the real core of this formation."
"Alms bowl? Secret alms bowl!" As soon as the pine stick man said this, the other lands immediately reacted.
The Immeasurable Return Formation of Purifying All Worlds can gather the power in the magic circle into one. Now that there is only one alms bowl left in the magic circle, the power of the seventeen Yuan Shen Daxiu will naturally converge towards that alms bowl.
If the alms bowl is just an ordinary magic weapon, being held up by such a powerful force until it explodes is its only outcome.
But unfortunately, this secret begging bowl is a magic weapon given by Shenguang Jialan. It is of extremely high quality and can accommodate the power of seventeen souls. It can be said that it is more than enough.
"It's troublesome!" In the magic circle, Wuzhishan still fell firmly towards the ground. Lin Jiu, who had been dragged to the ground by this extremely powerful pressure, couldn't help but sigh at this time. tone.
Before entering the battle, he already knew about the existence of this alms bowl, but he never expected that this alms bowl would become the last weapon of these monks.
"It's obviously just a dead thing, how can it be possible to face the enemy alone?" Lin Jiu was full of doubts.
No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it is just a magic weapon. Without the control of the master, it is no different from scrap metal. It is already thankful to God that it can guarantee its own existence.
"No, it absolutely cannot be the instinctive response of the magic weapon. It must be the monks who did something to the secret alms bowl."
What does it mean to respond to the enemy independently? It means that the magic weapon already has its own spirituality, no different from a living thing. It is no longer a magic weapon, but the magic weapon has become a demon - in Journey to the West, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, the three-pointed two-edged sword, or the yin and yang Treasures such as the two-gas bottle, the wind and fire banana fan, etc., do not have such power.
