My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

Murderous aura filled the air, and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood.

In the extreme northern land continent, Gu Xia had just beheaded a demon soldier, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

"Are you okay?" Zheng Baixu, who had finished the battle, helped him up, "These demon soldiers seem to be getting stronger and stronger."

Gu Xia: "It's not that the magic soldiers are getting stronger, it's that we are getting weaker."

Zheng Bai was silent for a moment, looking at the monks on the auxiliary formation not far away.Some of those monks are from the Cold Cloud Sect, and there are also monks from other sects. If it is only the Cold Cloud Sect, they will not be able to give so much power at all, and they will not be able to complete the auxiliary formation.

And although he is also in the Purple Mansion, his task is to protect the people in the auxiliary formation, because the people in the auxiliary formation cannot leave their positions.

At this time, Patriarch Liufeng has activated her Octave Demon Extinguishing Formation, and eight women of different colors are protecting the auxiliary formation. Besides the formation, there are still many monks surrounding them, fighting with the demon soldiers .

The auxiliary formation was well protected, but Zheng Bai could tell that most of them were a little bit powerless.

Zheng Bai: "I remember Patriarch Jing said that after the birth of the magic fetus until he evolved into an adult, it was his period of weakness. Now he has such strength just after he was born, and when the period of weakness passes..."

Gu Xia: "Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil. The ancestors are also doing their best. We just need to defend the auxiliary formation and don't think too much about it."

Zheng Bai nodded, "You are right, no matter what, keep the auxiliary formation."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Bai suddenly felt his body go limp, as if an invisible big hand had taken away his spiritual power.

Not only Zheng Bai, Gu Xia was also pale, and couldn't help but groan.

Zheng Bai: "The devil's fetus has evolved again?!"

He looked at the magic soldiers who suddenly rose a few feet not far away, so he speculated.

Gu Xia: "Most likely."

Zheng Bai: "Could it be that he turned into a child form so quickly?!"

Now the information related to the magic fetus is no secret. Zheng Bai knows that after the birth of the magic fetus, it needs to go through the stages of children and teenagers, and then it will be an adult.Every time the magic tire advances, the strength will increase greatly, and the luck of the magic way will also become stronger.

As one ebbs and the other rises, the righteous path as a whole is naturally suppressed.

Gu Xia said with a sullen face, "It's the first time we've encountered the devil's fetus. Even Patriarch Jing didn't fully know the specific situation. It's still the same sentence, no matter what the situation, we will guard the auxiliary formation."

Zheng Bai: "Yes!"

The two rushed into the magic soldiers together, drew their swords and fought again.

The sound of fighting was deafening, landslides and landslides, fire and thunderstorms appeared in the field of vision.

Although mortals can imagine the life-and-death struggle in the cultivation world, only when they are in it can they know how cruel it is.

Because the death of a mortal is just blood and stumps, just the death of the body; and the death of a monk is likely to be wiped out, and even the soul and soul will be wiped out, and there will be no afterlife.

"Chong-"

A cultivator's long sword was broken in two. He threw away the broken sword decisively, made a formula with both hands, and released the spell.

The nearby land quickly turned into a swamp, trying to swallow everything on the ground, and the demon soldiers had to float into the air, but there was another red-hot rock rolling down, which directly scattered the demon soldiers.

But at the same time, a spear condensed with demonic energy passed through the monk's abdomen. With a flick of the spear, a big hole was opened in the monk's abdomen. He grabbed the protruding spear head and tried to turn around and kill another demon soldier. A huge force hit the monk's vest, breaking his whole body to pieces.

The monk opened his blood-red eyes and lost his breath.

The death scene did not attract extra attention, because everyone faced countless enemies.

Even though the strength of the magic soldiers is only in the Purple Mansion, and there are caves and even ghosts among the monks, but the supply of magic soldiers is endless, and the monks kill one and one less, and tens of millions of ants can always kill an elephant.

On the battlefield, life and death are numb.

At this time, Mu Feng was also facing the siege of six demon soldiers. He was covered in injuries, his face was stained with blood, and his spiritual power was almost drained. He had reached the limit.

As a newcomer of the Cold Cloud Sect, Mu Feng never dared to forget that he had today, because Grandfather Jing reshaped his dantian for him, and the sect gave him a chance to start over.

He wanted to repay Patriarch Jing and Zongmen, but right now, even his vision has become blurred.

If possible, he would not hesitate to blew Zidan himself, but he didn't dare, because the auxiliary formation was behind him, and because there were countless fellow disciples of the right way who were struggling.

Mu Feng's body was crumbling, like a withered leaf in the autumn wind, he had reached the end of his life.

In a trance, he went back 2000 years ago, to the martial arts arena of the Cold Cloud Sect, and he saw a sword that dazzled him again. It was the basic sword technique of the Cold Cloud Sect, which was given to him by Patriarch Jing first class.

Although many years have passed, he still remembers that shocking purple sword light, and recalls it from time to time.At that time, ancestor Jing's sword took away his confidence and firmness, but many years later, this sword light became his belief.

——He wanted to be like Patriarch Jing, with a single strike of shock!

Perhaps when a person reaches a dead end, the most powerful potential will always explode. For the first time, Mu Feng saw this sword in such detail, as if the fragments in his memory were suddenly transformed into images, and played back in his consciousness at the slowest speed. .

He could see Patriarch Jing's icy eyes, the posture of the opponent holding the sword, and every detail of the sword move.

In an instant, Mu Feng had an unprecedented understanding of this sword, and this sword did not require any spiritual power.

So, he slashed out with a sword!

At this moment, there is only one thought in Mu Feng's mind, which is what the real person told him on the first day he joined the sect——

"Anyone who offends my Cold Cloud Sect's heavenly power will be punished!"

The loud shouts and the sword light erupted together, and after the sword light, the six demon soldiers had all turned into smoke.

Mu Feng swayed, his knees gave way, and he fell to the ground, and he never got up again.

The blood of the monks painted thousands of miles of Shenzhou into a red picture scroll, but within ten days, one school after another was destroyed, one city after another was slaughtered, and mourning was heard everywhere in the Seven Squares.

What is even more heartbreaking is that the accumulation and inheritance of the righteous sect for thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, has also become precarious in this catastrophe.

Down South State.

Most of the disciples in Qingzhuzhai participated in the auxiliary formation, and a few remained in the sect.

At this time, the Five Paths True Monarch who had already cultivated into the Purple Mansion said to a handsome child: "The mountain guard formation can't last too long, I implore my uncle to leave immediately!"

The child is about five or six years old, but his seniority in Qingzhu Zhai is very high, because he was transformed by Tianzhu, and it is the Tianzhu clone that Jing Yue used to split the bamboo to cut half.It's just that it's not easy to cultivate the avatar, and his appearance has not changed much in the past thousand years.

"No! Let's go together!" Elder Tianzhu stubbornly refused.

True Monarch Wudao anxiously said: "Now that a catastrophe is approaching, regardless of whether Patriarch Jing succeeds or not, Qingzhuzhai can no longer hold on! Let's leave, what about the ten thousand years of inheritance in the sect?"

Elder Tianzhu: "But if you want to seal the Wanfu Pagoda, you must activate the Blood Sacrifice Sealing Formation, and you will all die!"

True Monarch Wudao: "Did you die for the inheritance of my Qingzhuzhai, what regrets do you have when you die?"

Elder Tianzhu's eyes were bloodshot, "I am also willing to lay down my life for the inheritance of Qingzhuzhai. I will stay. You can find someone else to leave."

True Monarch of the Five Paths: "You have a high level of cultivation, and you are a child. You have the best chance of deceiving people in the devil's way, and you have the best chance of surviving! If the calamity can be passed smoothly, you will come back to open the Wanfu Pagoda! If... ...Then you should live well, and one day, your descendants will come here to let the Wanfu Pagoda see the light of day again!"

Seeing that the old man Tianzhu was still talking, True Monarch Wudao suddenly knelt down and kowtowed: "Uncle Master, I beg you!"

Elder Tianzhu's eyes turned hot, and he nodded slightly.

On that day, the most famous Tianzhu in the Qingzhuzhai withered overnight, and at the same time, the Wanfu Pagoda that stored countless talismans and classics in the Qingzhuzhai disappeared without a trace.

There is no living person in the largest talisman cultivator sect in the Qifang Realm.

If sealing up the inheritance was a decision made by the disciples of Qingzhuzhai when they were in despair, then the old man Tianzhu was allowed to leave because they still had hope in their hearts.

And this hope is in Jing Yue's hands.

At this time, Jing Yue was trying his best to refine the demon saint fruit, he knew that he didn't have much time, once the evolution of the magic embryo was over, the righteous way would have no chance.Therefore, he did not hesitate to consume himself and sucked the power of the holy demon fruit far beyond his capacity, even though doing so would cause irreversible damage to his tendons and dantian.

And around him, Qin Yanzhi, Yiye and Cheng Nian were guarding, and there were many orthodox monks who came later, fighting with the demon soldiers.

Blood was sprinkled everywhere like rain, and even Qin Yanzhi's face was stained with blood. Those blood stains were not his, but they still made people feel the pain.

Qin Yanzhi didn't dare to leave the guard, so he could only manipulate the twin souls of Taiqing and Daoyi to strangle the demon soldiers, and Yiye and Cheng Nian did the same.

But there are too many magic soldiers, and I am afraid that if this continues, it will not last for a few days. What's more, the magic fetus has been growing, the strength of the magic soldiers is constantly improving, and the burden on the monks is getting heavier.

If Jingyue can't activate the big formation again, I'm afraid...

Suddenly, within a radius of hundreds of miles, everyone felt an extremely strong chill.

Obviously the sky did not change, but there was fine snow floating in the sky. Once the crystal clear snowflakes touched the magic soldiers, they would be able to destroy them immediately, as if they were purified.

At the same time, the ground, green trees, and even the rivers, lakes and seas within a hundred miles were all frozen into ice, and Kongjue Mountain seemed to be an iceberg carved by frost.

A snowflake fell on Qin Yan's thick eyelashes, he was slightly taken aback, and turned around abruptly.

He saw Jing Yue's whole body exuding fluorescent blue light, under the light and shadow, his cheeks were quiet and gentle, like a jade statue.At the same time, the surrounding aura rioted, and the water aura was extremely active, continuously gathering around Jingyue.

"Master is going to be promoted to cross the catastrophe?"

Of course Yiye and Cheng Nian were aware of such a big movement, and they asked together at this time.

The two of them stared at Jing Yue without blinking, Cheng Nian didn't even notice that Yiye had slipped his tongue.

Qin Yanzhi nodded slightly, and raised his heart even more, fearing that there might be a slight surprise.

"boom--"

There was only a loud noise, and the spiritual energy exploded like an explosion, forming transparent waves and sweeping across Kongjue Mountain.

The golden heart of meritorious deeds suddenly shone brightly, and the sun, which was covered by dark clouds for most of the time, also showed a complete circle again.

Thousands of auspicious qi descended from the stars, and with the sun as the formation, they illuminated criss-cross lines on the ground, outlining the appearance of a chessboard.

The strong magic energy faded a bit, and the magic soldiers shrank back to the size when they were just born, but the monks felt full of strength.

In the extreme north, Yudong, Zhongzhou, Shangnan, Xianan, Shuxi, and Xiaoxi Luzhou, the orthodox monks in the seven directions are all ecstatic, because they can all be sure-the star formation of the myriad worlds has finally opened!