Feng Shen: I'm not a true immortal

Chapter 239

Jiejiao leads all the immortals into the world, and lays down the formation of ten thousand immortals.

As far as the interpretation and interpretation of the two religions are concerned, this matter is both good and bad.

But for Western religion, it has all benefits but no harm.

If you can take advantage of this great opportunity to bring three thousand people from the world of mortals, why worry that the Western religion cannot prosper?

Today is different from the past, the Zhuxian Formation requires the arrival of the Four Saints to break through it, but the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation has no such cause and effect.

If the two sages of the West appeared on the frontal battlefield openly, it would be unjustifiable both emotionally and rationally.

Therefore, Taoist Jieyin and Zhunti Taoist are hidden in the dark, ready to show up at any time to save those who are destined.

But after the Zhuxian formation, the two saints in the West were all injured, so they had to go back to Qibaolin and Bade Pool to recuperate.

As a result, six of the Seven Immortals who should have joined the Western religion have been lost, and the remaining long-eared Immortal Dingguang is also missing.

The minimum of these seven people is the Golden Immortal Realm, which should not be underestimated, no matter which great religion they are in, they can be called the mainstay.

The loss this time is not insignificant, and we can only make up for it elsewhere.

Fortunately, the leader of Tongtian sect seemed to be really angry, and he actually ordered the immortals of the three mountains and five mountains with great fanfare, and really gathered enough ten thousand immortals to form a formation.

The Second Saint of the West originally only planned to save [-] people from the world of mortals, but now he doubled his goal.

Jieyin and Zhunti waited and waited, and finally waited until the battle started.

Jiejiao lived up to expectations, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation was mysterious, and the Three Thousand Sword Formation was menacing.

The Second Saint of the West thought that it would take a lot of time to break the formation, but who knew that within a few hours, most of the three thousand sword immortals were chopped off.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
These are all living leeks... Immortals!

Finally, the sword formation was unsustainable, and the rest of the immortals scattered and fled.

The Second Saint of the West finally waited for the opportunity, and immediately used his magical powers to accept eight hundred immortals with his sleeves.

I originally planned to take away the remaining loose immortals, but the situation was urgent and it was too late.

Let's put it this way, Western religions cannot do without Daoist Duobao, just like explaining religions cannot do without a true immortal!

If Duobao Dao and Human Dao disappear and die, he will definitely be on the list of gods and achieve the divine way, and he will not have the chance to go to the West.

This person is an indispensable existence for the great prosperity of the Western religion. If something happens, the number of days after the catastrophe will be chaotic again.

Yun Zhongzi slashed with a fairy sword, and he had a romantic spirit.

The Western Second Saints turned pale with shock, and immediately appeared.

Zhunti Taoist waved the wonderful tree of seven treasures, trying to brush away the five fairy swords.

If he really brushed it away, he might not come back.

Yun Zhongzi's heart fluttered, and he quickly withdrew his sword.

Even if he is a true immortal of Fude, he is only in the realm of a Daluo immortal after all, how can he compete with a saint?
Lao Tzu sat on the back of the green bull, feeling drowsy, suddenly staggered, and swung the crutch in his palm.

Taoist Zhunti felt a ray of tenderness, he frowned, and continued to wave the magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, that ray of soft force, like flowing water, has no fixed shape and keeps changing, it actually suppressed the magical power of Qibao Miaoshu.

With a thought in his mind, Yun Zhongzi finally took back the fairy sword.

He carried the Su Wen sword behind his back, and the remaining four swords, commanding gods, catching ghosts, subduing demons, and eliminating demons, all retreated into the small world to raise their swords.

"Teacher, what does this mean?"

Yun Zhongzi raised his head, his eyes were calm.

As the saying goes, cutting the weeds does not remove the roots, but blowing the wind will regenerate them.

Yun Zhongzi and Taoist Duobao have already formed a deadly feud, and there is no possibility of turning the fight into friendship. If they don't kill them now, it will become a serious disaster in the future.

"Although this person is guilty of greed, hatred and ignorance, he will not die for his crimes."

Zhunti Daoist is yellow and thin, with a sad look on his face.

"The sages of the two religions have spoken beforehand. This time, the disciples discuss the Tao, life and death are up to fate, success or failure depends on God."

Yun Zhongzi suppressed his anger and replied gently.

"Hehe, he has a predestined relationship with the West, I hope it will be convenient for my little friend."

Zhunti Taoist held the Qibao Miaoshu and smiled slightly.

"Teacher's words are wrong, and the poor Taoist also said Qibao..."

Yun Zhongzi breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't bear it any longer.

"You bastard, the Seven Treasure Forest is a scenic spot in the west, how could it be destined for you?"

Yuanshi Tianzun came in a chariot with a sullen expression on his face.

How dare this kid covet the wonderful tree of seven treasures, he is really daring!

Yuanshi Tianzun cleverly changed the topic, otherwise the scene would be quite ugly.

"Although the west is not as vast as the east, it also has its mysteries. If you have time, you might as well go for a walk..."

It was long overdue to receive and guide the Taoist priests on the twelve-grade lotus platform.

Yuanshi Tianzun narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression changing.

"Brother, have you ever crossed a predestined person?"

Taoist Zhunti quickly changed the subject.

The leading Taoist smiled and nodded, very pleased.

"Probably Duobao's life should not be lost."

Yuanshi Tianzun has a calm demeanor, his eyes are ancient and calm.

Yun Zhongzi was not happy, why should he die, who decided his life?
However, under the eaves, he had to bow his head.

Zhunti Taoist is the respect of a sage, and what he says carries a lot of weight.

He is only in Da Luo's immortal realm, so naturally he can't change the foregone conclusion.

"Since the teacher has spoken, the disciples should obey."

Yun Zhongzi nodded and smiled slightly.

Pindao does not believe that you will not reappear!

As the saying goes, ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but a thousand years is not too late for a fairy to take revenge.

When the saint escapes from the world, who can stand against the edge of the poor sword?
Thinking of this, Yun Zhongzi felt a little relieved.

"Now that the three thousand sword formations have been broken, the remaining formations of Liangyi, Sancai, and Sixiang are nothing to worry about.

You make the first contribution, why don't you lead the disciples of Chanjiao to take advantage of the victory and pursue, and completely break this evil formation? "

Yuanshi Tianzun held Yu Ruyi in his hands and issued a Jun decree.

Yun Zhongzi raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

This is obviously to send him away, the saints have important matters to discuss.

The day of the cut-off day is waning to the west, and after this formation is broken, Biyou's many years of accumulation will be reduced to a thing without an owner, allowing others to do what they want.

Interpretation and Western religions are both conquering religions, and how to divide up the interests of the defeated religions needs to be carefully discussed.

However, is it too early to say the outcome?

Yun Zhongzi's thoughts were flying, he slapped his head, and left with his sword.

Rumble.

The sky suddenly thundered.

The disciples of Chanjiao have already launched a general attack.

Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, Daoxing Tianzun, and Yuding Zhenren held the four swords of Zhuxian and charged into the battle first.

Yang Jian, Lei Zhenzi, and Nezha all have the indestructible bodies of diamonds, and at this moment they all sacrificed magic weapons to show their magical powers.

Qingxu Daodezhenjun, Master Lingbao, Huanglong Daoist, Cihangdaoren, Puxian Daoist, Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun, and Huanglong Daoist each displayed their magic weapons.

Yang Chan, the Yin brothers, Yang Ren, Jin Zha, Mu Zha, Princess Longji and other immortals also used their own means to escape into the formation of ten thousand immortals.

There have been many casualties in the direct lineage of Jiejiao, and there are not many left.

There are still thousands of immortals in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, but most of them are outer sect disciples. Whether it is divine channeling or magic weapons, they are all commonplace.

Yun Zhongzi took a step forward, and slashed with his sword.

Now that Chanjiao has nine immortal swords, he naturally has the upper hand. Killing immortals is like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Why does Pindao feel that it seems a little too smooth?"

Yun Zhongzi swung the Su Wen sword, and the sword energy burst out suddenly.

This sword energy is quite like a river tide. At first it was only a ray, but it came rolling in, and gradually became monstrous.

"Young brother is too worried."

Guang Chengzi didn't take it seriously, and continued to slash down with the Immortal Zhu Sword.

(End of this chapter)