Yuanyangzhu, two people are ascending, and the battle is in full swing.
This fight was fought in a haphazard manner, not like an old god on the mountain who was cautious about taking action, but more like two chivalrous young men in the city, meeting on a narrow road, but just looking at each other, they were in each other's eyes, and they had to give up.
Don't stop until you turn it over.
The sky and the earth are dim and dim, and the big sun hanging in the sky seems to have been suddenly eaten, swallowed into the belly of the old man in yellow. Only the whirlpools, like gods opening their eyes, make this small world more and more strange and penetrating.
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The great monks, including Qin Zao Yan and Yan Yan, all had abnormal heart palpitations. How come they had never seen such a peak ascension state before, or even heard any news about it? What kind of young Taoist? Yan Yan could only be sure that this unruly old senior was
Definitely not an accomplished person from the Middle-earth Divine Continent.
Yuanyangzhu is a monk watching the battle. The higher the realm, the more clearly he can feel the majestic atmosphere of the great road.
Yuanyangzhu is like a pond that has been drained for fishing, and all the fish seem to have been thrown onto the shore. Every time a monk takes a breath, he needs to consume the spiritual energy of his own world.
The gods of the upper five realms don't mind this matter very much. They just suffer from the monks of the lower five realms who accompany their seniors to travel here. Even if the masters help protect the way, or isolate a small world with the above-mentioned magic, or they all sacrifice
The mountain gate's rare treasure protected one side. Those young monks who were still worried about the sky falling. Their faces were pale and their bodies were unstable. Many of them had already received their master's orders. They simply fell to the ground and began to breathe.
Relying on the Taoist secrets passed down by the ancestors of their respective sects, they are used to resist the invisible oppression of the Tao between heaven and earth.
Nan Guangzhao has already sacrificed an important treasure of his life, which is actually a rare ancient temple. It is a secret magical power that refines the mountain as a temple. Nan Guangzhao's real body is standing at the gate of the temple, wearing an immortal weapon.
The "Old Dragon" robe of Zhi was filled with spiritual energy and ups and downs of water transport, so that it dragged out strips of colorful glaze. Each ribbon is actually the manifestation of a river.
Nan Guangzhao's real body is hidden in the ancestral temple, and the ancestral temple is like a red date mark between the eyebrows of the Dharma Prime Minister.
Nan Guangzhao turned his mind and controlled the Dharma to fight against the ascension realm with astonishing combat power.
It was said that it was a fight, but in fact it was one-sided, that is, Nan Guangzhao tried his best to defend and ran for his life frantically.
In those whirlpools, people often just stretched out one arm, holding a giant sword, and slashed with it casually, and countless sparks of fire were scattered on the body of Nan Guangzhao, splashing like rain.
In Yuanyangzhu, all the monks in the middle and fifth realms who were watching the battle and watching the show, without a teacher around to protect them, had already cast their life-saving spells or sacrificed pieces of protective magic weapons, small lights the size of mustard seeds, in this dark place.
In the small world where the sun is not visible, the lights are swaying uncertainly as they are blown by the strong wind.
Some of the upper five realm monks also had to protect the nearby lower five realm monks who had nothing to do with them, and help these poor people, so that their Taoist hearts would not collapse, their souls would leave their bodies, and they would instantly become wandering ghosts. Fortunately, those on both sides of the fight were fighting everywhere.
The lingering charm of Taoism will be dispersed by Qin Zao, Yu Yue and other great monks.
There is a huge disparity between victory and defeat on the battlefield. Anyone with eyes will not be dazzled and unable to see clearly.
And Yan Yan saw through the base of the two immortal soldiers in the mountain temple and the water robe at a glance, and said: "It is true that Nan Guangzhao successfully refined half of the famous mountains and rivers of the Broken Blessed Land, otherwise the water robe would not have reached the level of the immortal soldier."
The casting and refining of each piece of immortal weapons on the mountain means that the monks have a relatively complete Tao. The real benefit is not the nourishment of the soul of the owner of the immortal weapons. For the great monks who can own the immortal weapons, this gain is not lacking.
, the key is the existence of the Immortal Weapon itself, which is in line with the Dao, has hidden mysteries, and is recognized by heaven and earth. Each Immortal Weapon itself is a kind of "proving the Tao" and can pave a shortcut for those who practice Taoism to reach the top.
Qin Zao said doubtfully: "That huge turmoil back then, to an outsider like Liu Hui, was just a matter of practicing cultivation at home, and disaster fell from the sky. Everyone knew that he suffered an unreasonable disaster, but in the end, even he was held accountable by the temple.
A lot of the sect's merits were wiped out by the temple, but I never heard that Nan Guangzhao was involved. I only knew that Broken Blessed Land was sold to him for money. Brother Tianni, what's the explanation here?"
Tian Ni, who was extremely well-informed about the news on the mountain, was in charge of one of the most influential landscape newspapers in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. He quickly flipped through the page of the old almanac, shook his head, and said: "The temple has strict control over this matter and does not allow outsiders.
Research. I only know that the unknown sword cultivator, when he 'ascended' from the blessed land to Haoran, caused the blessed land in his hometown to be coveted by various forces. The sword cultivator himself disappeared very quickly, and it seemed that the temple could not be found.
As for whether he was silenced or escaped, it’s hard to say.”
In the early years, after the Fuyao Island blessed land collapsed, all life in the blessed land was devastated, corpses littered the fields, and the mountains and rivers were shattered and fluttered in the wind. Several great monks behind the scenes each had their own gains and reaped the benefits.
The opportunity is at hand. However, one of the ghost cultivators on the mountain top who is said to be the culprit of this disaster was once a leader on Yizhou Mountain as famous as Liu Hui. Afterwards, he was detained by the temple in Gongde Forest and has not been heard from since. The others
It seems that they couldn't cover their hot money bags, and the end was not good. Decades later, one of the Fuyaozhou immortals died suddenly and inexplicably. His head was chopped off with a sword, and his bodies were dumped separately on the mountain.
The entrance sign downstairs and the roof of the Patriarch Hall.
Unexpectedly, it was Nan Guangzhuang, which had an inseparable relationship with the blessed land of destruction in Fuyao Continent, that ultimately gained the most?
The former Fuyao Continent was somewhat similar to Tongye Continent, with two sects confronting each other on the mountain. In Tianyao Township where Liu Hui was located, and in the back mountain where ghost cultivator Yang Qiangu was located, there was an Ascension Realm sitting on the top of the mountain.
It's just that the sect has a weird name "Back Mountain". Because there are many ghost cultivators on the mountain, especially in the Patriarch's Hall, half of them are ghost monks. After all, they are too unpleasant both on the mountain and below, so the momentum is still not as good as Liu Hui's Tianyao Township.
, when Yang Qiangu was detained in Gongde Forest, and the back mountain was in Fuyao Island, his status plummeted. Finally, Bai Ying's Savage Throne broke the mountain protection formation and was destroyed.
A ghost cultivating sect with a bad reputation was not able to surrender to the great demon Bai Ying. Most of them died in the battle. There were not even one monk left in ten, except for a group of young descendants who had evacuated Fuyao Continent early. After the war ended
, he was able to return home from the Middle Kingdom, gather together those scattered fellow sects who ended up worse than a lost dog, and rebuild the mountain gate. The situation was far more difficult than the mountains where the ancestor halls such as Tianyao Township and Hehua City were preserved.
Legend has it that after the Lord of Baidi City appeared on Fuyao Island, he only took good care of the monks from the back mountain who returned to their hometown. He even said to the few young ghost cultivators that people are not as good as ghosts, and there are more ghosts in the back mountain.
,so what.
It is rumored that the madman from Baidi City, the young monk Gu Can, made an exception and served as the first worshiper of the "new" back mountain.
I saw a new whirlpool appear out of thin air in the sky, and suddenly a big hand as white as jade appeared, fiercely grabbed Nan Guangzhao's head, pressed it hard, and the old man in yellow in the distance wiped it horizontally with a knife, and the light of the knife seemed to spread out in the sky.
Galaxy, cut Nanzhao Dharma into two. In the mountain temple between the Dharma's eyebrows, from the true body robe of the old monk in the Ascension Realm, two colorful ribbons as long as a waterfall floated out. Finally, they formed a belt horizontally, and the chopped Dharma was sewn into
one.
Nan Guangzhao finally looked a little panicked. If he was an ordinary swordsman and his sword energy remained, so that the Dharma image could not be stitched together by itself, why would he need to spend his solid Taoist practice and use the colors refined by Jiang He to create a belt that "covers his ugliness"?
Nan Guangzhao could only say from his heart: "Fellow Taoist, I admit defeat."
Unexpectedly, the old man in yellow turned a deaf ear. He took a step forward, twisted his wrist, and made another distant slash with the long knife in his hand. He clearly wanted to split the head of Nan Guangzhao into two halves.
Just after escaping that unrivaled sword light, a knife-wielding arm quickly poked out from the whirlpool elsewhere. A knife stabbed through the heart of Nan Guangfa's back and emerged from the chest. The sword was picked up, and the tip of the knife was
Slightly tilting, he raised the Dharma image directly, and his arms tightly wrapped around the Dharma image's neck, pulling Nan Guangzhao's Dharma image back hard, and most of the Dharma sword had penetrated the Dharma image of Nan Guangzhao.
On the entire chest of Nan Guangzhao's Dharma Body, criss-crossing black and gold threads appeared, spreading like a spider web, quickly eating away at the aura of Nan Guangzhao's Dharma Body. Even the true meaning of Taoism contained in the Dharma Appearance was destroyed by those weird threads.
Absorb and take away. The master of the magic sword took a step and walked out of the whirlpool. His huge body was as black as ink, with only a pair of snow-white eyes, intertwined with electric light. He let go of the handle of the sword and stretched out a hand, with five fingers like hooks.
He held the side of the head of the Dharma image in the south, violently pulled off a large piece of "snow-white", threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and devoured it.
Nan Guangzhao, an old god on the mountaintop who has been in the Ascension Realm and has been famous for a long time in the Middle-earth Divine Continent, is like being bitten by a mad dog. He refuses to let go and takes away a large piece of flesh and blood.
At the same time, from other whirlpools, a golden spear was thrown out quickly. It did not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, it directly pierced the two statues together and nailed them into the void of heaven and earth.
A sky and an earth were filled with light. In each whirlpool, weapons flashed across the sky, piercing the entangled two sides, and driving the weapons into the bodies of the two Dharma figures.
It's like a "flower bush".
The old man in yellow casually slashed out a knife, and this was the answer.
Cut open the two imprisoned statues from the shoulders to the ribs on the spot.
Nan Guangzhao had no choice but to continue to master the color training of the water robe, and worked hard to mend the missing parts.
This scene made all the monks watching the battle feel trembling.
This young Taoist who appeared out of nowhere is so cruel that he even cut himself.
I saw the old man in yellow leaning the scabbard on the ground with one hand. Where the bottom of the scabbard touched the void, there were circles of golden ripples. Golden flowers that were not recorded in the books seemed to suddenly rise from the water and stand gracefully.
Swaying.
This young Taoist has a ferocious look on his face, is he admitting defeat? In my hometown, I have killed countless heroes and heroes, and among the monster monks who were guests, no one even said to admit defeat.
With thousands of years of monastic life, if you encounter a big demon in the Ascension Realm that you can't deal with, if you don't have twenty, you should have two hands. If you can't defeat it, everyone will just run away. If you can't run away, you will die. And no one is better than this one.
The guy whose name I don’t know is a hundred times more difficult to deal with? It’s hard to catch a good opponent who is high enough but is a waste. There is no shop like this after passing this village. If I don’t know how to cherish today, I will be struck by lightning?!
What if the old blind man listens to it? How can the old blind man, who is so petty and petty, still have his hands cramped and peeled off?
At the canopy of the small world, the golden sea of ​​clouds slowly condensed, and the thunder rolled, thrillingly.
Even the immortals Qin Zao and others felt that if they continued to fight like this, they would probably be in a bad situation.
Maybe the entire Yuanyangzhu, as big as an island, would be wiped out by that magic.
At the entrance of the temple between the Dharma Prime Minister's eyebrows, Nan Guangzhuang's real body was bleeding from all seven orifices. The situation was extremely tragic. A "Dragon King" water robe that was finally promoted to the rank of Immortal Soldier showed a large area of ​​bright red. Apparently Nan Guangzhuang had damaged the foundation of the avenue.
He didn't even have time to use magic to correct the miserable situation, and said angrily: "Young Taoist! Do you really want to die with me?!"
However, Nan Guangzhao's inner words were a bit more "tactful". He forced himself to be calm and asked tentatively: "Fellow Taoist, why don't you and I just let it go? Not only will I not take care of Yun Jie's matter anymore, I will definitely make compensation afterwards.
Anyway, everything can be discussed.”
The old man in yellow sneered, I've really learned a lot today. If you can't admit defeat, are you going to talk about money?
In the wild world, there are no such things. Before a fight, you don't pay much attention to nonsense incense, what kind of statues are there in the ancestral hall, and what are your great achievements. After a fight, you don't have to beg for mercy. If you are unlucky and your skills are not as good as others, you just have to die.
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To be continued...