At noon, the autumn sun shines over the earth, exuding a passion like mountain fire.
After a half-day stalemate, the balance between victory and defeat slowly tilted.
Xuanyuan Yi sensed that the situation was favorable, and led the battle group to try their best to entangle Xi Yao, and ordered the cultivators to gather their strength to eliminate the stubborn enemies one by one.
The enemy's decline became more and more obvious. Xi Yao lowered his head to look down at the battle situation, weighed the pros and cons, and ordered the remaining mythical beasts to come out and fight again.
The green dragon retreated and came back, flying through the clouds and fog, cutting off Luo Wangshu's path and fighting fiercely with him. Luo Wangshu's sword moves Feihong, his power and path are soft and gentle, and his moves never leave the dragon's head.
Xuanwu Beast transformed into a tortoise-shell immortal with a blue face and a broad mouth, looking forward to the divine flight.
The Turtle Immortal blew his nose, blew out a Xiangyi sword that could blow rain and shake the wind, and cut down whales and sting dragons. He stood up to stop Qing Ming and said humanly: "It's still early, why bother trying so hard?"
Qing Ming said coldly: "As a helper of the tiger, I will send you on your way first!" The bamboo shadows flew up, and the gang energy condensed, like a rainbow falling across the sky, shooting down from a distance.
This fight was more intense than before. The wind and clouds were turbulent, flames were flying, and the world was in chaos.
The war was changing rapidly, and Xia Yan and Qian Xue forced Xi Run into desperate situations several times. Unexpectedly, this man actually turned his palm and released several groups of puppets in the infant stage, saving the day many times.
The same goes for Bai E. This exotic female cultivator chose to compete with Xuanyuan Hongjian and summoned three more puppet beasts to fight Qingyan. The puppets all have the peak strength of Huaying, advance sharply and retreat quickly, have good offensive and defensive skills, and can fully utilize the wonderful changes of the Three Talents Formation.
On the other hand, Qi Canghuang and Su Buyao, with their swords and minds in sync, suppressed Yigao to the point of being unable to fight back, and seemed to have a sure chance of victory.
Next to Xuanyin and Xuanxu's bodies, the shining Buddha's light rises and falls. The two monks are fighting against the spotted tiger, and they are indistinguishable.
Taoism talks about this life and Buddhism cultivates the next life. The practice of Jialan Temple is based on knowing the mind and seeing nature as the cornerstone, and adhering to the three learnings of precepts, meditation, and quiet wisdom as its essence. It eliminates karma and treats all things as one thing.
The Buddhist calm energy permeates the whole body, internally refining the essence and cultivating the essence. It can temper the skin and bones to refine the relics. If applied externally to the body, one can gain access to the truths of the Buddhas, emerge from the twilight and enter the light, and move smoothly without hindrance.
Xuanxu uttered the six-character mantra and used the power of lotus to lock the sky. The shadows of thousands of lotus staffs were dense and sparse, rushing down and pressing down.
Xuanyin's body was surrounded by immeasurable Buddha light, and he put his palms together to push out a reclining Buddha seal with a golden flame.
The aura of compassion fills the sky, Buddha flames surge, and Sanskrit chants chant. The Buddha picked up a golden lotus with his fingers, and the Sanskrit words among the lotuses fell like rain. The pieces flew towards the spotted tiger as they pleased.
Spotted Tiger moved forward to break the attack and praised: "Shenjing is powerful, the monk has good tricks!"
This beast is also in the form of a demonic beast, and its magical body is famous for being refined over thousands of times. It is like steel and can cover the door without revealing anything. Its magic is different from the white leopard's agility and treachery, and focuses more on being strong and unyielding.
When he saw Xuanyin and Xuanxu attacking one after another, he did not flinch. He swung a podang knife with a thick spine and a thin blade to chop with all his heart.
A trembling wind surged in mid-air, completely annihilated by the chilling and melancholy atmosphere. The Sloppy Taoist and Pan Shenglin led the heroes to fight against the monsters bravely, causing waves of bloody storms.
There are very few magnificent scenes in the fighting scenes, and very few strange and complicated killing moves. Thousands of monks are immersed in the most primitive fighting, with blood on their sleeves. When encountering each other on a narrow road, the courage to fight to the death is the most efficient life-saving strategy.
With the help of treasure dragons and puppets, the enemy had an advantage in terms of numbers and combat power. What they thought was an overwhelming victory was turned beyond recognition by the stubborn defense and fighting of the rebels.
The two sides fought fiercely, and every round of attack and counterattack was accompanied by the death of the Huaying cultivator.
The sloppy Taoist was eager to break the shackles and adjusted his offensive and defensive strategies several times, but he was still unable to get rid of the entanglement of the demon cultivators. Instead, he made the group of cultivators upset.
Looking at the battle situation, he saw that the fellow cultivators, led by Wanli Feng, and three or five cultivators formed a team to defend themselves against the enemy, sharing life and death, but the casualties were relatively minor. He ordered the cultivators to follow suit, which improved the war situation.
Yang Liufeng had encountered Qiongqi before and was beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back. Seeing this Qiong abandoning himself and rushing towards Yan Ci, he was relieved and felt his face was dull. When I saw Han Bing and Xuanyuan Feng, who had just advanced together with Yan Ci, fighting against Qiong Qi again, without showing any sign of defeat, I couldn't help but sigh that the future generations are formidable.
Yan Ci stepped forward on the purple mist, swung the sword edge to the left and back, then turned over and flew downwards with a long sword strike. The elegant purple-gold sword was curved like a waning moon, and was extremely sharp. It went around and around to slash at Qiongqi.
Suddenly, Han Bing was heard exclaiming not far away: "Be careful!" Before he could finish speaking, there was a burst of wind behind him.
Before Yan Ci could dodge, his thoughts turned sharply, and the clouds surrounding Nu Lanyi condensed into a shield of air. At the sensing point of his spiritual mind, the sneak attack was actually a flying needle shadow made of thirty-six fish bones.
The flying needle comes very quickly and with great determination.
There was a loud crash! He suddenly pierced the air shield and shot towards his vest, until he penetrated Nu Lan's clothes and then he was exhausted.
Yan Ci relied on the dual protection of Nu Lan Yi and Liu Xian Yi to resist the attack, and his body was blasted several feet away by Pei Ran's power.
Looking back and staring, the sneak attacker turned out to be the little fish master of the Holuo fish who had transformed into a half-human form and whose scales had not yet faded off.
His expression was full of cruelty, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, as if he couldn't guess what was on the lining of Yan Ci.
Yan Ci opened his mouth and cursed: "Rotten fish, wooden fish, dead fish, the ghost will not leave!"
Just as he was about to return the favor with his sword, he suddenly saw a graceful mermaid with peach cheeks and apricot face leaping into the air.
The mermaid's eyes are covered with a layer of blue film, and the light is flowing. In the palm of her hand, she holds a fairy sword with dazzling cold light, showing a heroic appearance. The fish tail is slender and elegant, and the delicate scales reflect Lu Li's halo under the bright sun. It is enchanting, mysterious and charming.
The mermaid smiled lightly and said softly: "Brother Yan, how are you doing after we say goodbye?" The mermaid's name is Yu Xian, and she was an encounter in the depths of the sea in the past.
Yan Ci felt better, but pretended to be pitiful and said: "I don't know how to eat, and I can't sleep on my pillow. I blame that smelly fish for starting the wildfire."
Yu Xian shared the same hatred and said with a smile: "That makes sense, now is the time to kill him!"
Its fins flew through the air into a crescent shape, its figure was as erratic as a god, its sword tip pierced the autumn wind, and it pointed vertically at the eyes of small fishes.
Not far away, yellow-finned and red-finned slugs came after them, picked up a flying needle, held their heads and cried: "Oh, what a shame! My aunt's natal bone was actually taken out by the man who suffered a thousand knives to refine the magic weapon!"
The two fish's eyes were filled with tears and they were crying like a mess.
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But he said that in Zixia City, all the monks were watching the battle intently, all worrying about gains and losses.
Venerable Beiming looked at the enemy's defeat in the distance and suggested: "The monster is about to be defeated. At this time, command the remaining troops to take advantage of the situation and kill them, so that they can win."
Xuan Jing had no intention of accepting his words and declined politely: "There is no result yet on the ancient teleportation array, so don't touch it lightly."
Beiming said disapprovingly: "The victory is about to be determined, but the demon cultivator never comes. I'm afraid the teleportation array is completely imaginary. If the war is settled, we will not have any merit, how can we have the face to accept the reward?"
Xuan Jinghe said: "Amitabha, all suffering is caused by greed. Why should the donor be attached to things outside the body?"
Beiming suddenly became sulky, thinking that the old monk always preached, but he did not really see him dedicating the treasures of Jialan Temple to the world, so that he could achieve enlightenment as soon as possible.
Beiming has always refused to suffer losses, not to mention that Xuan Jing is still a junior in front of him, so he sighed and said: "The monk's family is easy-going, and it is naturally difficult for a demon cultivator to have such a thing, but I have been squandering all the time, and I am extremely poor. I don't even need any magic weapon of the local level." Thinking about it, how can we say the same thing?"
There was something in Beiming's words, and Xuanjing naturally knew it. A few days ago, someone mentioned the scepter of Yin Gang Temple. Beiming had thought about it in his heart, but this time he actually wanted to ask for it secretly.
Xuan Jing turned a deaf ear and said business: "The leader of the alliance has no order. If you leave the city rashly and fall into the demon cultivator's plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, how will you explain it later?"
Beiming sneered and said, "It was an accident. I am willing to bear the blame."
Xuan Jing said: "This battle is related to Shenzhou's livelihood, so we cannot take risks."
Xuanyuan Li and Ming Xiao both tried to persuade them, but Beiming was stubborn and insisted on going out of the city to fight together.
Seeing that his mind had been made up, Xuan Jing could not force him. In desperation, he only promised Beiming to dispatch two reserve teams to accompany him, and strictly ordered the others not to leave the city.
Beiming did not expect that Xuan Jing would guard the door so tightly. He seemed to think that there were too few soldiers, so he deliberately delayed his departure. He even made sarcastic remarks to ridicule the group of cultivators for being greedy and afraid of death. The cultivators present looked at each other coldly and secretly cursed this thief. Shameless.
Beiming was embarrassed and annoyed, and was messing around with words here and there. When he was at his wits' end, a series of deafening roars suddenly came from the Hongmeng Breaking Disaster Formation. It was like a thunderbolt ringing in the ears, making people almost go deaf. .
When everyone was stunned, they suddenly saw a garrison soldier coming to report that someone had broken the ban outside the pass.
Xuan Jing was worried that Beiming would continue to fan the evil wind, so he asked Xuanyuan Li and Ming Xiao to stay at the front of the formation and lured Beiming to see what was going on.
In the northeast corner of Zixia Mountain, between the city wall and the cliff, there is a rocky beach. Outside the beach, the waves are gentle, and dense seaweed groups compete to reproduce. Sea foam and fish and shrimp debris fill the beach, floating and sinking with the waves.
As the saying goes, it is dark under the lamp, and people in the world often cannot escape from this magic circle.
This place is remote, narrow, and exudes a nauseating smell of the sea. There is no shelter under the algae, but no one has noticed that there is an ancient teleportation array hidden here that has been dusty for many years.
When the morale of the enemy and ourselves gradually declined, the teleportation array was launched brazenly. The violent power of space surged out, and the steep and solid white light rushed into the sky. The two demon cultivators of the Space and Pluto period jumped out of the water, and danced impetuously with the rare treasures. .
In a moment, Xuan Jing arrived, and when he took a closer look, he saw a plump male cultivator with broad cheeks and protruding eyes, and a female cultivator with slightly bulging cheekbones and mediocre but attractive appearance. She wielded a mace and broke the ban.
Looking at their appearance, they are clearly the Tai brothers and sisters that Luo Wangshu once described.
The waves on the Hongmeng Breaking Disaster Formation were surging, and under the unscrupulous onslaught of the attackers, its defensive performance was greatly damaged.
Taiyun Qi's eyes were so sharp that no one dared to look at him. When he saw Xuanjing rushing towards him holding the formation flag, he grinned and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, monk. Do you have the courage to go out and fight?"
Although Xuan Jing was verbose, he was not pedantic. He said calmly: "A battle of life and death is different from a competition of skills. The donor can break the formation regardless."
Taiyunqi chuckled several times when he heard the words, raised his sun-controlling mace and stepped forward to sweep it in the air. Nine golden flames shot out from the bamboo-shaped mace. The angry flames were fierce, pressing forward one after another.
The formation flag in Xuan Jing's palm was raised, and the clouds and mist surged in the formation. Hundreds of bizarre Hongmeng Yuanqi Swords flew down one after another. The swords were channeled and merged into two rushing and roaring torrents, breaking through the clouds and flying around the Tai clan brothers and sisters.
The monk concentrated on facing the enemy, forgetting the fact that danger was everywhere. Many times, evil lurks in the unknown shadows, waiting patiently for the opportunity to strike with a fatal blow.
Xuanjing is proficient in the clairvoyance, but unfortunately there is no sound at all before the danger comes. It is not until Beiming suddenly swings his sword to cut off the Buddha's light that protects his body that the monk suddenly wakes up.
[Serialized on Zongheng Chinese website]
