Devil Venerable Also Wants to Know

The Absolute Spirit Formation forcibly changes the spiritual veins of the heavens and the earth with the force against the sky, and it is a very difficult formation to arrange. 108 flags, 108 cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, the Nascent Soul stage cultivators have already stepped into the threshold of masters, no matter which sect can dispatch more than 50 Nascent Soul stage disciples in one go, it is the first in the cultivation world It's a school.

The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators need the entire Righteous Path to work together, and as long as one person is missing, the Absolute Spirit Formation will dissipate, and all games will be lost.

Righteous way chooses the candidates for the Absolute Spirit Formation when choosing thousands of candidates, for fear of choosing people who have something to do with the evil way or practitioners who are not strong-willed and easily influenced by inner demons. The 108 Nascent Soul cultivators they gathered are all the future of the righteous way The mainstay, convinced that the formation will never be broken, dared to attack the Demon Sect.

Unexpectedly, Shu Yanyan planted an indelible nail in Zhengdao 11 years ago, and 11 years later, she shook the Absolute Spirit Formation and the entire plan of Zhengdao.

In mid-air, the woman in the pink shirt was holding the Nascent Soul of an orthodox monk, and stuffed the Nascent Soul into her magic weapon, a budding Bana flower.

Shu Yanyan's natal magic weapon is a quasi-magic weapon with extreme greed like her. Every time she uses it, she must feed a Nascent Soul to work.

After swallowing He Wenchao's Nascent Soul, the Bana flower slowly bloomed, paving a blood-red road among the ghosts summoned by Qiu Congxue, just like the Bana road to send people's souls back to the underworld.

The remaining 107 disciples watched in despair as the two beautiful but poisonous women gradually lost their sanity in the scent of manjusawa flowers.

"Shu Yanyan!" Qiu Congxue said angrily, "Your flowers have swallowed several of my ghosts!"

Shu Yanyan lazily said: "You know my Bianhua, I can't control it myself, it can eat whoever it likes, can you control your own ghost? As soon as I get close to you, I can hear the hungry ghost Doesn’t the sound of gnawing bones hurt? No wonder you can’t defeat the Lord even at the Mahayana stage, and you can’t even control your own weapons, it’s too weak.”

The two half-assed women taunted each other while harvesting the enemy's life, Qiu Congxue said dissatisfiedly: "My lord forbids me to devour their souls, I feel bad."

After finishing speaking, he ground his white teeth.

"The lord said that a dead cultivator can still be reincarnated as an ordinary person. If there is no deep hatred, don't destroy people's souls. We kill the cultivator and belong to the heaven-defying ones. Kill the heaven-defying ones, and the way of heaven will not accuse us of sins." .If you destroy people's souls, you will break the rules of the six realms of reincarnation, and the heavens will punish you with serious crimes, and our catastrophe will be sad." Shu Yanyan said.

"As a demon cultivator, I kill people without blinking an eye, but I have obsessions in strange places." Qiu Congxue said disapprovingly, "When I stepped on the path of Asura, I didn't intend to turn back."

Shu Yanyan shrugged: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize the lord, but you have to beat him first. In our Xuanyuan sect, whoever has the biggest fist has always had the final say."

As Shu Yanyan's Bana flowers bloomed, the sky gradually turned red, and a crimson star shone in the sky.

"Sure enough," said the head of the Nine Stars Gate, "Seven Kills, Breaking the Army, and Greedy Wolf, these three stars are the biggest obstacles in this battle between righteousness and evil."

The master of Bi Luogu said: "Fortunately, we still have a backup."

"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuxiang Temple lightly moved the beads in his hand, said the Buddha's name, and then threw the beads into the air.

At the same time, a peacock shining with colorful Buddha light appeared on the heads of Shu Yanyan and Qiu Congxue. Under the Buddha light, the flowers on the other side withered one after another. King Ming and Faxiang have all been invited?"

In Buddhism, it is said that the peacock was born for the phoenix, eats people, and swallowed the Buddha in one day, and the Buddha burst out of his stomach, trying to kill him.The Buddhas dissuaded them, thinking that the peacock was destined to be reborn in the Buddha, so they took the peacock to Lingshan and named it "Buddha Mother Peacock Daming King Bodhisattva".

Peacock Ming King Sutra has the power to ward off disasters, eliminate diseases and prolong life, no matter Shu Yanyan's Bianhua or Qiu Congxue's resentful soul, they are all suppressed to death.

Under the Buddha's light, the flowers on the other side withered, and the resentful souls re-entered the six realms of reincarnation.

Shu Yanyan is still better, but she is pure-hearted and ascetic, and the power of the charm technique is greatly reduced, but it does not hurt the original source.Qiu Congxue was different, she was originally a ghost cultivator, this time she was trying to save her from reincarnation, it really killed her.

At this time, among the remaining dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators, eighteen cultivators suddenly took off their hoods, revealing eighteen shiny bald heads, sat cross-legged, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

"What the hell!" Shu Yanyan exclaimed in surprise, "I never heard that there are a bunch of bald heads in the formation. I can't do anything about this group of bald heads!"

Qiu Congxue in the Buddha's light smiled and said: "We just rushed for a while, and most of these disciples of the righteous way were killed and injured, and the rest were also seriously injured. It is impossible to fight again. Your mission and mine have been completed. I will break through this later." Daming Wang Faxiang, you escape."

"Are you crazy? Do you want to be saved?" Shu Yanyan said, "Are you, Qiu Congxue, such a self-sacrificing person?"

"Shut up." Qiu Congxue kicked Shu Yanyan and flew into the sky by herself. Numerous bones appeared in front of her, blocking the Buddha's light for Qiu Congxue.

A string of rosary beads was faintly seen in the Buddha's light, and Qiu Congxue smelled burnt on her body, and the white bone armor gradually dissipated in the Buddha's light.

I see!

She stretched out her bone fingers, grabbed the string of beads, and flung the beads into the distance.

Shu Yanyan heard Qiu Congxue's shrill scream, and her figure disappeared in the Buddha's light.Eighteen Buddhist monks spat out blood. Obviously, in this battle without gunpowder, they and Qiu Congxue were both wounded.

The Buddha's light disappeared, and Shu Yanyan looked at the scarred orthodox monks and the Buddhist monks who could no longer fight, put away the smile on her face, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Everyone who thought she was about to kill and kill looked at Shu Yanyan in confusion, only to hear the Xuanyuanzong witch say: "Ten years of war, countless casualties, no matter the righteous way or the evil way, it takes a hundred years to recuperate. Death is enough. If there are too many, I have killed enough."

Holding a piece of black cloth in her hand, she turned and left, leaving the righteous monks who were still alive looking at each other.

On the outskirts of the Xuanyuanzong mountain range, Baili Qingmiao kept picking up the fallen monks. In order to rescue them, she walked farther and farther away from the large army.She saw a black figure floating by the river, and hurriedly used Yingyue Xuanshuang Ling to pull him up.

"Thank God, you are still alive!" "My God! All the flesh and blood on your body is gone!" "Your face is also all black, I can't tell which sect you are a disciple of!" "Are you a man or a woman? "Don't give up, you must persevere!"

Qiu Congxue's eyelids moved, and she was knocked unconscious by the noise in her ears.She opened her eyes slightly, and saw a woman in a goose yellow dress tearfully healing herself.

"It's so noisy." Qiu Congxue said, and found that her throat had been burned, and she could only make a hoarse voice that was neither male nor female.

"You're still alive, woo woo woo!" Baili Qingmiao cried sadly, "Don't die, too many people have died, so many elders of the sect have died, don't die, I will never die again Hope to see someone die before my eyes."

Qiu Congxue: "..."

She opened her eyes, and for some reason, something came up in her heart - she saw a ray of rising sunlight shining on Baili Qingmiao's body, her expression was gentle and firm, and she looked so beautiful in her dedication to saving people.

What's the mess?Qiu Congxue frowned her scorched eyebrows, why did such sour words suddenly pop up in her mind?

With the rising sun, the war on the other side has also come to an end. The strength of the righteous and the demons in the north of the Xuanyuanzong Mountain is almost the same. In ten years, more than half of them have been killed and injured. They couldn't help it either.

Altar Master Yuan is the only one of the four altar masters who can still stand, and there are only one or two righteous monks who can still move. Altar Master Yuan asked: "Are you still fighting? The spiritual energy has recovered. If we continue to fight, we will lose both." .”

The righteous monk looked at the battlefield between Wen Ren'e and the 21 masters in silence, and shook his head silently.

Ten years, such a result is really too tragic.Fortunately, they have exchanged a glimmer of life for the cultivation world, and successfully avoided a small calamity in ten thousand years.

Tanzhu Yuan also cupped his hands and said: "Since that's the case, please leave Xuanyuanzong, we won't attack secretly."

The orthodox monks discussed, nodded, helped up the fellow Taoists, sacrificed a large magic weapon flying boat, and left Xuanyuanzong.

In the battle between righteousness and evil, only the top 22 players are left.

After several years of recuperation, Yin Hanjiang, who had gradually recovered from his injuries, didn't care about the retreating righteous monks, but stared at the battlefield.One day passed, night fell, the sky was full of stars, but the Seven Killing Star was dim.

"My lord!" Yin Hanjiang stood up holding his sword, and said nervously.

"Don't look, Wen Ren'e can't live anymore." Ruan Tanzhu "comforted" him, "21 high school besieged, and one of them was a Buddhist practitioner. You know the Buddhist sect's 'Pursuing all living beings' and 'Put down the butcher knife' How powerful is it? As soon as the Buddhist scriptures are read, there is no fighting spirit. Wen Ren'e relied on his passionate fighting spirit to defeat the strong with countless times. Buddhist practice is his greatest nemesis. It’s just a Mahayana practitioner.”

Ruan Tanzhu really carried out Moxiu's duplicitous character. One moment he called himself "Your Majesty", but the next moment he became a famous person. He really turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

After the "comfort", he spit out a dead worm, crushed it to death with his foot, and cursed in a low voice: "I told you to give me a heart-eating Gu, I will kill you! Ten years ago, before Wen Ren'e was dead, you thought about what to do." How do you control the rest of the altar masters and protectors to fight for the position of suzerain? With such a deep plan, why didn't you be killed in the battle between righteousness and evil!"

"It's about the same as death," Yuan Tanzhu sighed, "The mother Gu was beaten to death, otherwise, could it make you spit out the Heart-biting Gu so easily?"

Even the ruthless Master Ruan Tan, looking at the withered bones of Xuanyuanzong, couldn't help saying: "Too many people died."

"The righteous way is also for the catastrophe once every ten thousand years," Yuan Tan said, "In fact, the devil way has been very honest under the control of the lord for many years, and we will only harm the practitioners, and we dare not attack ordinary people. Righteous way forcibly takes the initiative to attack, launches the war of righteousness and demons, and uses tactics such as the Absolute Spirit Formation, in order to deceive the way of heaven, lest it cleanse the human world with a catastrophe. It is worthwhile to exchange the lives of so many people for ten thousand years of vitality .”

"We are all people who should be robbed, and it is fate." Ruan Tanzhu said a rare and elegant sentence, turned his head and saw that Yin Hanjiang was gone, and immediately cursed, "Grandma, where is Yin Hanjiang!"

Those who could still move twisted their necks with difficulty, and saw that the place Yin Hanjiang was originally sitting was empty.And in the deep mountains, in the forbidden area of ​​Xuanyuan Sect, there was a faint sound of drums, louder than louder.

After listening to Ruan Tanzhu's words, Yin Hanjiang understood what kind of attack His Majesty was facing at this time.

Fighting intent, as long as there is fighting intent, Your Majesty will never lose!

But now the three-party battlefield, the two battlefields have died down, and your lord is still facing the strongest Buddhist cultivator in Wuxiang Temple, where does the fighting spirit come from?

At the time of desperation, Yin Hanjiang thought of the Fentian Drum, the drum that contained the memory of the battle between immortals and demons.

He resolutely fused with the magic sword, turned into countless blood swords and charged in front of the Fentian Drum, using the magic power of Jingxu Qi, using his body as a hammer, to forcibly beat the Fentian Drum.

"Boom", a soft sound, seemed to hit Wen Ren'e's heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a benevolent old monk who said to Wen Ren'e: "Young General Wen Ren, don't hate me anymore, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Major General?It's been a long time since I've heard anyone call him that for 300 years.

300 years ago, he was still an ordinary person. He heard that the whole family served the country loyally, but in exchange for the whole family to be executed. He resented and hated him.

"Boom"!The second drumbeat hit Wen Ren'er's heart again, and the corner of his eyebrows twitched, and a little boy appeared in his memory, so small, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes, just like when he was on the battlefield Leaving a sigh of relief, after being rescued by the nearby people, he heard that the Wenren clan had killed himself of the nine clans.

"Major General, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and see the shore." The old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures again, and the killing intent that Wen Ren'e had just raised dissipated again.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There were three rapid drumbeats, as if to urge Wen Ren'e's horn.

He saw another picture, a man wearing a ghost mask, hugging his robe, closing his eyes peacefully in front of the ever-burning lamp.

"Dong dong dong dong!" The sound of Fen Tian's drum was deafening, like a person shouting in Wen Ren'er's ear: "My lord, my lord, my lord!"

Wen Ren'e opened his eyes completely, and said to the compassionate old monk in front of him, "Master, put down the butcher knife, do you want to ask me if I want the knife first?"

The abbot of Wuxiang Temple shook his head tremblingly: "After all, it's a failure."

Following his words, the illusion around Wen Ren'e dissipated, and 21 masters pointed at Wen Ren'e with their natal magic weapons one after another. If he woke up a moment later, so many magic weapons would knock him out of his wits.

The sound of war drums urged him to die, and Wen Ren'e raised the seven killing halberds and said in a loud voice: "You can push this deity to this extent, and it is worthy of this deity to fight hard. We are all at the end of the battle, and who can survive the last blow? Let fate decide."

After all, the Seven Killing Stars in the sky shined brilliantly, and the Seven Killing Halberds in Wen Ren'e's hands met 21 magic weapons, and 22 super magic soldiers collided, and the huge force of heaven and earth collided, causing thunder bursts!

The demons who were chatting looked at the sky, and Ruan Tanzhu said incredulously: "The Lord is still alive, how did he survive? 21 masters!"

"Don't worry about calling your lord instead, quickly set up a protective formation! Do you want to die!" Yuan Tanzhu kicked Ruan Weiyi's ass.

Ruan Weiyi hurriedly opened Xuanyuanzong's mountain protection formation, and the moment the barrier was just completed, a bloody light rushed out of the formation and entered the battle circle without fear.

Yin Hanjiang didn't care about the damage to his body caused by the aftermath of the master fighting. His eyes were blood red, and he looked for Wen Ren'e among the countless fallen ruins.

Not this severed limb, not that magic weapon, where, exactly where!

A Zen stick fell and was about to hit Yin Hanjiang, when a tattered halberd seemed to be alive, and stood in front of Yin Hanjiang, blocking the attack of the Zen stick for him.

Seeing the long halberd, Yin Hanjiang regained his human form, picked up Wen Ren'e's natal magic weapon, and by the sound of the resonance of the magic weapon, found Wen Ren'e who was dying.

He flew forward and hugged Wen Ren'e, the joy of regaining what was lost made Yin Hanjiang's mouth numb, and he was speechless.

The two landed smoothly, Yin Hanjiang hugged Wen Ren'e trembling all over, and Wen Ren'e slowly stretched out his hand, rubbed Yin Hanjiang's face, and said weakly: "Guardian Yin, you finally saved the deity."