Taoist chanting

In the secluded forest, the huge donkey stood silently like a black stone statue, motionless like a mountain.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, his body is covered with complex thunder patterns, and every movement will involve the lightning-inducing stone embedded in the flesh as the node of the talisman formation, causing severe electric numbness, itching and pain, and the sour feeling goes to the bones.

He is now a beast in the lightning talisman formation that can move and attack. The nine lightning-inducing stones engraved with talisman charms are slowly absorbing his lightning power. He communicates with the world and absorbs spiritual energy to replenish himself according to the method taught by the old man You. It makes the Thunder Talisman Array and itself form an internal and external circulation.

Old man You lied to him that he only felt a little uncomfortable and that it would be fine after a while.

The pretending old man didn't have a single word of truth in his mouth, does this bitch only hurt a little?

He could only greet old man You's relatives over and over again from the bottom of his heart, and if old man You had any relatives, they would chat to pass the boring night.

The sun rose and slanted into the forest on the top of the mountain.

The fuzzy old man who got out of nowhere appeared beside the donkey like a ghost.Lu Zijin rolled over a big donkey's eye, mostly white and black, and didn't bother to answer.

"That's right, it's no wonder that Taoist Zhang often praises your talent as a monster. You are a talent that can be created. In just half a night, you have refined the Thunder Talisman Array on your body, which made me worry for nothing. If I knew it, I should have set up a few more. A Thunderstone Node."

You Mengchang stretched out his fingers to press the various nodes, very satisfied with the donkey's efficiency.

"Yuye, it's almost enough."

Lu Zijin held back the fragrance that was about to burst out of his mouth, the overall situation was the most important thing, harmony was the most important thing, and he calmed down, I don't know how the temple master could stand this wretched, shameless, mean old man?Instead, he had already started fighting.

You Mengchang laughed, and drifted away from the donkey whose thunder wave was intensifying.

This time he came to kill the devil, he was under a lot of pressure, so he had some fun to relax, he still didn't want to ignore it in front of other fifth-level masters, it wouldn't be too much to tease the donkey of the master's house, right?

Around noon, Gu Qingrong flew over and handed a file to Mr. You who got up.

Using the manpower of the Vast Cultivation Society and the spies who laid out the dark lines, it took two days to get the approximate death and injury receipts of the Rongye, Panduo, and Hengtian tribes in the southwest of the mainland for five years, which was more than twice as much as before. In the past three years, tens of thousands of soldiers of various tribes have died, and they have reached the point where their muscles and bones are broken.

Two small tribes nearby were devoured alive and exterminated, and women, children and young children were taken captive.

The number of deaths and injuries of low-level monks cannot be counted.

You Mengchang finished flipping through the file, and said: "The facts are in front of you, the devil is hiding in the dense forest of the three tribes, manipulating the casual cultivators of the three tribes behind his back, and there is also a new 'priest,' who escaped from the devil. If you don’t get involved, you can’t let go of one at that time, and destroy them all, so as to avoid future troubles.”

He put it lightly, human life is not worth anything.

In his eyes, the three tribes, no matter they are lowly commoners or self-righteous dignitaries, are all ants. It is no pity that they were affected by the fights of gods. He won't say it out loud.

Gu Qingrong said "ashamed" a few times, and said: "Our people are watching the remote villages all over the mainland. For more than ten years, there have been several tragedies in which evil cultivators slaughtered mortal villages, which drew some attention. There is less attention paid to the battle between them.”

Yumengchang was noncommittal, glanced at the sun above the forest, and said: "You can inform the gathered fifth-level masters to quietly go to the preset location in batches, and some arrangements for the old man to talk to them face to face."

Only in the enchantment of Xiaotiandi controlled by Taoist Zhang, can one speak freely.

Although all the masters gathered knew what was going on, they always played riddles, which was not conducive to joining forces to kill the devil.

Gu Qingrong asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say three days?"

"Three days is just an imaginary number. Once everyone is here, you can attack at any time."

Youmengchang's statement is wild and unconstrained.

He was worried that Ye Chang had many dreams, and the devil should not be underestimated. Maybe the devil had already noticed something, so the speed of the soldiers was extremely high, and even his own people were hidden. It would be best to make a surprise attack one day in advance.

Gu Qingrong didn't say any more nonsense, got up and simply handed over his hands and left. The mysterious warlock in front of him had already used unpredictable deduction results, and every step had been verified, winning him and Lao Lu's conviction.

"The war is unpredictable, and many people will die."

Seeing Gu Qingrong soaring away from his back, You Mengchang said with emotion, and said to the stunned Luzi in the woods: "After an hour, Mr. Donkey, you start again. How can you seize the opportunity yourself? I won't make specific arrangements. .”

Lu Zijin nodded slightly.

You Mengchang and Zhang Wenfeng, who put away the barrier, drifted southwest like a gust of wind, and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

Wild mountain forest, humid and sultry.

A group of short men with muddy yellow faces, bare arms and dark body, about 50 people, armed with knives, guns, bows and arrows, their hair tied casually with cloth belts, stooped and ran quickly along the stream.

Behind the team, two men in clean black robes were dotted far away, floating about a foot above the ground.

Suddenly, a screaming "Jiu Jiu" arrow shot out from the grass on the left, knocking down seven or eight short men at once.

Grumbling shouts and miserable howls intertwined into one.

Countless unkempt and dirty men wearing animal skins emerged from the grass and soil, screaming and rushing towards the stream. They had no fear of the two flying gods, and they had the gods on their side to deal with them.

The monks flying in the air on both sides did not immediately step forward to fight to the death. Looking at the chaotic battlefield, they had a tacit understanding and retreated away, waiting for the brutal fight below to decide the winner, and then it was their turn to enter the field.

Chaotic places have their own rules.

Their status is noble, and it is impossible for them to be killed in a gentle manner like the barbarians.

Using people's money to eliminate disasters for others, such small fights, if they are of equal strength, they can fight very "intensely", and the outcome can also be discussed in advance.

There was a bloody smell in the woods, and a tall man flying above with only his eyes exposed suddenly raised his head to look northeast. There was a strange flickering black light on his body, and he whispered in a slightly surprised voice: "Spiritual Curse!"

His aura was revealed by someone using a secret method, and within three or two days, he would not disappear no matter where he fled.

"It's interesting. Is it a mystic from the Eastern Continent?"

A bottomless black light swirled in the tall man's eyes, and he had no intention of running away.Hiding here for so many years, he has collected enough souls and blood from thousands of miles around. He likes fresh souls that are bursting with anger and excited, and of course the number of times he personally takes action is very small. It is really boring. Come out Exercise your muscles.

These dull guys in the vast continent can no longer find his whereabouts. He is ready to make a big event, remind him of his existence, and lightly drink: "Blood explosion!"

He turned around to look at his companions, the two gangs of barbarians who were fighting enviously below, and the two monks who were leisurely watching a show in the treetops flying three hundred feet away. Each of them exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist floated in the woods, crimson and gorgeous, twisting and falling towards the ground strangely.

The terrifying self-explosion sound continued to spread several miles away.

Another group of people in ambush exploded into a thicker blood mist, but this was the beginning. With the tall man at the center, the self-explosion sound quickly spread ten miles away, spreading in all directions like a plague.

Devil's Tribulation, come.

Chapter 844

Under the big sun, seeing the light red blood mist rising above the forest from far away, You Meng felt hairy in his heart, wishing to turn around and run away as far as he could. The "magic domain" within ten miles.

No matter how shallow the domain was, it also added countless variables to this demon killing operation.

He is plotting against the devil, or maybe the devil is plotting against everyone?

In the middle of the game, some things think they can see clearly, but they are actually caught in the obsession of "authority obsession" and don't know it.

His original confidence in Zhizhu's grasp was a little vacillating, and he knew very well that the devil was difficult to deal with.The fifth-tier masters surrounded on all sides are not bad in knowledge and experience. They are the top group in the world today. They recognize the blood mist in front of them like the legendary "domain". They didn't dare rush into the Demon Realm to launch an attack rashly, things exceeded their expectations and Mr. You's arrangements.

Compared with the fourth-order devil who was bombarded and killed more than ten years ago, the fifth-level devil has much more powerful means.

Putting on such a big battle in front of you, it seems that you have been prepared for a long time?

"Hey, the old man has been waiting for a long time, all the sages, please break the formation!"

The old voice of the demon boss echoed in the air, and the thin blood mist flowed, revealing the twisted shadows of trees below.

"Post-pretenders, using the blood and souls of mortals and low-level monks, to create an elementary demon realm full of flaws, who can be fooled? Devil, you have already cast the curse of the soul, there is nowhere to escape, accept it obediently Let’s go overboard.”

Zhang Wenfeng's sensitivity to souls and ghosts made all the people present together no match for him.

In addition, the bronze lamp he sacrificed allowed him to feel and understand the sixth-order domain in advance, and the small world enchantment is a kind of domain.

Breaking through the opponent's bluff, he flew from east to west with a sword in his hand.

You Lao is invisible in the air, he doesn't need to go forward to fight, he is in charge of commanding the battlefield dispatch hundreds of miles away.

Monk Fayuan secretly said "I'm ashamed". At the critical moment, he was not as determined as Guanzhu Zhang. He proclaimed the Buddha's name, approached the blood mist from the south, and shouted: "Dharma treasure, you have practiced Buddhism for a hundred and fifty years, and you have not lost your way and come to your senses. ?”

The left hand is holding the wooden fish that never leaves the body, and the right hand is holding the hammer, and taps it lightly.

"Boom", the sound was not loud, but it set off waves in the blood mist in the distance, and there was a "click" sound of tree breaking below, and he tried to wake up the remnant soul of the magic weapon.

He has a very strong relationship with the magic weapon, using the two treasures that the magic weapon gave him as a medium, he carefully calculated the cause and effect in the past two days, and found a very weak vitality in the dead silence, which may be overthrown at any time.

He hoped that in this way, he could help wash away the stains and sins left by the magic weapon.The others followed the encirclement and approached, and Tu Kun went underground and disappeared.

"Old monk, even if you smash the wooden fish to pieces, it is impossible to awaken the magic weapon. He chose to merge with the old man to become a demon."

The devil's voice was full of pride and arrogance, the blood mist fluctuated, and the wooden fish beat and attacked continuously, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any major waves.

Everyone stopped in the air ten miles away from the blood mist, and resorted to various means, such as sword shadows, rune lights, spells, etc., to attack the blood mist within a range of more than [-] miles.

In an instant, the blood mist was smashed to pieces, and the trees and hills were wiped out.

However, where is the devil hiding under the spell of revealing the soul?Some of the living souls and ghosts in the blood mist were killed, and the rest fled underground in advance.

"The law is far away, the law is difficult, retreat quickly!"

Youmengchang shouted in the distance, those who are good at calculation are prone to obstacles, and Youmengchang was woken up by the Lord's words. He regained his composure, removed himself from the authorities, and watched the battle as a bystander. Immediately remind if something is wrong.

Fa Yuan and Fa Nan suddenly felt their bodies sink, and were blocked by invisible restraints.

"Can you escape?"

A blood mist suddenly appeared, rising from below and drowning the two of them.

Fadang and Lu Changyuan, who were close by, were a bit wary, and didn't know how to rescue them for a while. They were worried that they would hurt the two monks who were caught in the trap of the devil, which was a waste of help.

There was a "boom" sound in the violently fluctuating fog, and the white light was dazzling, shooting in all directions, smashing the blood fog into pieces in an instant, and two screams of pain sounded almost at the same time.A huge Buddha image tearing through the residual fog, turned the palm of the hand and slammed into the air and slapped the ground.There is a piercing hole wound on Fanan Foying's chest, and black air is bubbling.Fayuan sat cross-legged on the left shoulder of the Buddha's shadow, and kept beating the wooden fish. There was a roaring sound of chanting sutras in the air: "So I heard. At that time, the Buddha was in Sravasti. Only the tree was given to the Lonely Garden. Together with the big monks. There are 250 people. At that time, the World Honored One..."

The invisible Buddha power spread around, and the blood mist quickly faded and disappeared.

Yumengchang made a tactic at the right time and shouted: "Show your soul!"

A fuzzy figure with its head in its arms and wriggling appeared in the low sky, with two white lights entangled on its body. The devil's head was hit by the Buddha's light that burst out after Fayuan fell into the demon realm. He didn't expect the old monk to be so cruel that he could even disregard his own life. I also want to bite him hard, and he has suffered a dark loss.

The house leak happened to be raining all night, and the mysterious warlock in the distance forced him to show his figure by means. A ray of magic weapon hidden in the body of the monk slipped through the net, lingering for a long time, and was urged by the old monk's constant sound of wooden fish and scriptures. Time came out to make trouble for him.

The dragon bone brush in Lu Changyuan's hand flicked lightly at the black shadows several miles away, and chanted: "The heart is like a divine sword, slashing demons and evil demons."

A ray of bright sword light is composed of countless characters and awe-inspiring energy. It is powerful and abundant. It hit the shadow with a "bang", and smashed the immobile demon head dozens of feet into the messy ground, smashing a long and oblique pit.

Various attacks followed to cover the devil.

Tu Kun popped out of the ground, and was about to smash the flying stone in his hand, giving the devil a blow that would never turn him back.

There were two explosions of "bang bang", and a cloud of blood mist exploded above the big pit. The black figure who had lost his left arm and right leg appeared in the air by self-mutilation, and the black air lingered in the wound. The demon gnashed his teeth and said: " Let's wait and see!"

Zhang Guanzhu casually slashed his sword, a cold glow flashed in the air, the sword qi struck the demon who was telling lies but was miserable, but it was just an afterimage, that shadow burst into a bloody mist in the air, and the demon fled invisible without delay.

The attacks of the others were a little slower, and they all hit empty spaces.

You Mengchang once again shouted: "Show the soul!"

There was a "pop", and a finger fell to the ground, emitting black gas with a corrosive stench.

But the devil is nowhere to be found, where is he hiding?

Yumengchang performed tricks one after another, and found that his secret technique was temporarily covered up by the devil, pointing to the corroded severed finger again and again.

He used the life lamp to extract a trace of the magic weapon monk's soul power, smelted the demon bone shards he found in the ruins of the forbidden area to extract a trace of extremely weak magic energy, combined the two, and cast the soul manifesting spell to find the demon head.

Unexpectedly, it was broken by the devil in such a way now.

"Destroy the severed finger on the ground!"

You Mengchang shouted through voice transmission, informing the nearest Lu Changyuan.

Suddenly, his heart shuddered, blood was shining brightly, and he was attacked by the devil while hiding hundreds of miles away. "Mr. You be careful!"

Everyone was shocked. They didn't know how the devil found Mr. You's hiding place in such a short time. They had already experienced Mr. You's hiding technique. Even if they were hundreds of feet away, it was extremely difficult for them to detect the clue.

Then saw Mr. You's figure appearing in the blood light, a ray of crimson sparkle pierced through Mr. You's head instantly.

The bloody light swept across, and the crimson crystals flashed one after another, smashing the two fleeing phantoms several miles away.

Zhang Wenfeng watched as the black jade ring on his left middle finger shattered, and with a faint ghost howl, the ring turned into powder and fell into the air.

The death substitute ring that You Lao bought for him on the black market in the foreign battlefield was destroyed like this.

He froze in the air.

Chapter 845 Arrogance Often Comes at a Price

Tens of thousands of miles away in the Eastern Continent, the elder Lingbao Guanyou is taking his concubines and maidservants to visit the great rivers and mountains. He is as happy as a fairy, and he really enjoys it.

After nearly 30 years of hard training, although Elder You still looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he has excellent aptitude, no shortage of cultivation resources, and his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds to the fourth level of perfection.

In the past, he was single-minded in cultivation, and there seemed to be an invisible urging in his heart, which made him dare not relax in the slightest.

Ever since he was promoted to the fourth level of consummation, the idea of ​​"one piece, one relaxation, to experience the true feelings" has been in his mind, and he has not been so concerned about the cultivation. He has recruited a few female cultivators from the sect who are affectionate to him, and experienced the true love between men and women , eat the marrow to know the taste, and then get out of hand.

He forgot an important memory, and as his cultivation advanced, he slowly remembered some things.