In An'an Prefecture, under the Baili Rising Sun Formation, Su Jing sat upright with his eyes closed.
In the Small Universe within Su Jing's body, in the Tianwu Sword Prison, Su Jingfeng's body and Yan Wuwang were sitting side by side. In front of them was a large golden wind mirror, clearly showing the battle situation outside the sky.
The battle situation outside the sky is chaotic, spells are rumbling everywhere, and treasures are roaring everywhere. Su Jing and Yan Wuwang can't tell who is fighting with whom. The enemies of the Xian family on every road seem to be everyone... Everyone wants to get out of the chaos.
Looking for an opportunity to rush into Lingzhou, but once someone finds the opportunity in his eyes, he will immediately be attacked by a group and die miserably.
At first, Yan Wuwang was quite happy to watch it, but as time went by, he gradually became bored and said to Su Jing beside him: "We won't be able to fight for much longer."
The clone and Su Jing are the same thing, but they are just another way of existence shown by the major cultivators after their cultivation reaches a certain level. Hearing this, he nodded - as time went by, the Xianjia Yue who rushed outside Lingzhou
There are more and more people coming, but fewer and fewer people are willing to directly cast spells to participate in the fierce battle. Most of them use a protective spell to stop Yunjia from watching the battle coldly.
It’s not that latecomers are not greedy, it’s just that the timing has changed and the situation has changed:
The Xian family who arrived "at the first moment" saw that the guards of Anji State were empty and there were few competitors around them. They felt that they had a chance, so of course they rushed into Lingzhou and fought against each other without giving an inch;
The Xianjia who came one after another from behind saw a group of Xianjia fighting in front of them, including many famous and capable Xianjia. The chance of successfully penetrating the battle group and entering Lingzhou was slim, so how could they stupidly rush over directly?
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More and more people stopped to watch the fight, and the number quickly increased from a few to dozens. After a while, there were more people watching the fight than there were people fighting. After a while, the number of Xian families watching the fight with cold eyes far exceeded An Anzhou's.
The surrounding fighting groups truly became "onlookers".
Several groups of vicious dogs bite each other until they are bloody, and no one can stop them. However, if a large group of civet cats, goshawks, wild wolves, ligers, jackals, and even monster mandrills gradually gather around them, the vicious dogs themselves will feel that they are getting worse.
I have less and less energy to fight.
What else are you fighting for? Isn't this just a monkey trick? Even if you win, the immortals and demons surrounding you outside will not allow you to enter Lingzhou peacefully.
Being able to arrive a while earlier than other immortal families was originally a blessing and a chance, but why did it turn into a joke...
"Brother Lie, who is this person?" Su Jing in the sword prison stretched out his hand and swiped at the Golden Wind Magic Mirror. The projections of a group of immortals watching the battle in the mirror were 'cut' by Su Jing and sent to the ground to invite Lie Xiao.
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There was an old man among the immortals. Behind him were three people, all wearing black robes. There was nothing new that could be seen, at least not by Yan Wuwang.
Lie Xiaoer carefully identified it for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and answered: "The white-eyed treasure king of Wuluoyuan. One of the thirty-three great kings. The three behind him are called Death Pool, Kongwan, and Double Screen."
, it’s three little ferocious kings, good guys, the big shot has arrived! If it weren’t for Mr. Su’s discerning eyes, the little ones wouldn’t have noticed them.”
Lie Xiaoer leaned against a black stone and was looking up at the sky. He used his divine eyes to see what was going on outside. His eyesight was good, but it was not as good as Su Jing's Golden Crow Eyes.
When Yan Wuwang heard about the identity of the visitor, he was slightly confused at first. Wu Luoyuan, a great king of destruction, and three little ferocious kings were enough to suppress the whole crowd and go straight to Lingzhou, so why did they have to blend in with the crowd and not show their presence. But back then, Shuo
Yue Tianzun was not in vain, and Yan Wuwang figured out the key point in a blink of an eye: he must be afraid of not showing his face, and there must be a fierce immortal among the immortals outside the world.
Sure enough, Su Jing kept waving, and three or four groups of figures were cut out by him and sent to the ground for Lie Xiaoer to identify.
One is a lone old weirdo who has long been famous but has not been born for a long time. He does not practice Buddhism but wears Arhat robes. The old weirdo likes the name "Arhat", which makes no sense. He just thinks the word "Arhat" sounds good, so he calls himself Shenghong Arhat.
He wore a monk's robe and had his head shaved, with compassionate eyes and a kind smile. In fact, he was a truly ruthless old devil. Later, he somehow got involved in the Southwest Dynasty, and the Seventh Heaven Saint swept his lair and killed all his disciples. The old monster luckily escaped and disappeared.
Following Lie Xiaoer, he flipped through the jade slips he carried with him and quickly said with a smile: "Old monster Sheng Hong was chased by the Southwest Dynasty and had no place to hide. Finally, he defected to Xingmantian and became the servant of a great star king.
He has the backing of a big force behind him. No wonder he dares to show up again. This matter is confidential and outsiders don’t know about it. You have to spend money to find out. I tell you it doesn’t matter. Don’t tell your boss."
The other three sects are all well-established. They are not as famous as Dongdaoxifu Wuluoyuan, but they are also members of the great Immortal Altar, and their sects can be compared with the Tianmo Sect.
There are many ruthless characters. Although King Wu Liuyuan Baiyan Zangzhen and the three little ferocious kings are strong, they cannot be suppressed by their own strength alone, not to mention there are countless other sects of immortals around them, so I will bear it for the time being.
Waiting for backup.
They are both experts, and Su Jing can detect their traces. They also know each other's existence, but they pretend not to know and don't ask. Their thoughts are the same as the white-eyed Zangzhen King: wait and see what happens and wait for backup.
"Why did they change people?" Yan Wuwang glanced sideways at Su Jing beside him.
Su Jing is still Su Jing, but replaced by another one - the wind body is removed and replaced by a projection of divine consciousness.
Su Jing's answer was a bit baffling: "It's not lively, it's not fun."
The wind and fire clones, seventeen Garudas, had now dispersed from Su Jing's body, each carrying a treasure, and entered the other 'fertilization positions' in the main formation. This confused Yan Wuwu again: "You
Do you want to feed the spiritual roots? I asked you, can you be more serious? Do you really think that the spiritual roots are easy to fool?"
What is used to nourish the spiritual roots planted by the predecessor Jin Buhei? The treasures of the corpse collectors of the past generations.
Where did the corpse collector's treasures come from? Before one big golden crow fell after another, the good things were left to the corpse collector.
Those treasures are all unique and beautiful. They are all extremely precious and rare. They are definitely not ordinary magic weapons or comparable to spiritual weapons.
Su Jing can be considered wealthy, but the only truly great treasures he has are the Pluto's Robe, the Great Sage Jue, and a few other treasures. The other treasures are far inferior to the 'fertilizer' sent by his predecessor's corpse collectors.
At this moment, Su Jing separated his clones and the villains dispersed. Each person held a treasure to feed the spiritual roots. The treasures were of ordinary quality, which really didn't make much sense.
Su Jing shook his head: "What's important is not nourishing the treasures, but sending everyone into battle. You sit tight."
As he said that, Tianwu Sword Prison suddenly shook.
The Sword Prison is part of the Small Universe, and it shakes because the Small Universe is shaking; the Small Universe is part of Su Jing's body, and the Small Universe shakes because Su Jing is shaking.
Su Jing was not the only one who was shaking. All the clones who entered the formation and held treasures to nourish their spiritual roots were shaken: When the person sat upright, it felt like roots were growing under his seat, but at the same time his lower body was sitting firmly, his upper body was shaking hard again.
Rather than being passively swaying due to force, Su Jing and a group of companions were actively swaying.
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Outside, the fighting is still going on, and there are a lot of people watching.
Suddenly, a white-haired old man riding a crane flew out from the crowd watching the battle. The old man looked kind and had a smile on his face. He shouted to the chaotic battle group in front: "Fellow immortals and fellow Taoists, calm down your anger for the time being. Listen.
How about a few words from me, old man?"
The old man came so conspicuously that without Su Jing's guidance, Lieutenant from An'an Prefecture could see clearly. He immediately sent a message to the public with a disdainful tone: "Twelve Immortals, he is indispensable everywhere."
While wandering hard, Su Jing did not forget to say: "Twelve Immortals?"
"That's this old man, his name is Twelve Immortals." Lie Xiaoer pointed to the sky, pointed at the old man who had just ridden out of the team and spoke: "This man's name changes from time to time. He changes his title once a month. What?
The Fire Immortal in July, the Osmanthus Immortal in August, the Miracle Immortal in September... There are always twelve names in a year, so they are called the Twelve Immortals."
"This man's cultivation level is not bad, probably comparable to the skills of the little ferocious king Wu Luoyuan, but his real strength is his wide acquaintances, good popularity, and wide connections. He is always kind to others and is eager to help anyone who has something to do. He is a kind and benevolent man.
He has a good reputation, and many immortals will buy his face."
Speaking of this, Lie Xiaoer's voice became contemptuous: "I can hide it from others, but I can't hide it from our eyes and ears. The old thief appears to be kind, but in fact he has a vicious heart. I don't know how many unknown immortals only thought he was a good person, but he was
He secretly plotted to use the bones to refine elixirs and blood marrow into medicine, and he died without even knowing how he died. This time he stood up and spoke, and it was inevitable that he was hypocritically kind."
When Lie Xiaoer spoke, the twelve immortals outside the world also smiled and raised their voices: "There is no owner of the spiritual treasure, and the virtuous can get it... This is true, but I don't think so. There are thousands of different ways, and virtue is
The color of Tao is different from Tao to Tao, so the word 'virtue' has no real standard. Who dares to say that his own virtue is more true and pure than that of others. Therefore, I feel that there is no owner of the spiritual treasure, only the one who is destined.
"Get it" is more appropriate."
"The word "fate" has no root, no reason and no determination. It comes without warning and goes away like a flash of lightning. If you can't grasp it in time, it will be useless no matter how much you regret it," the Twelve Immortals laughed.
Di continued: "The immortal leader who was fighting in front of me said something that was offensive to my ears: I am afraid that you have missed the fate of spiritual treasures. If you continue to fight like this, you will lose your repairs and souls, and your soul will be scattered. That fate has been lost.
No, everyone is still fighting to the death, so why bother?"
Everyone in the chaos battlefield understands what the 'Twelve Immortals' said. They failed to rush into Lingzhou to hunt for treasures at the beginning. Now the fight is completely meaningless. They have not wanted to fight for a long time, but the chaos has already begun.
, all kinds of magical powers, killings and calamities are intertwined. Even if it is just to protect yourself, you cannot stop casting spells. It is impossible to get away in a short time.
The voice of the Twelve Immortals kept saying: "It's just that you immortals are in a war situation, and it's not easy to get out immediately. But I have a way, which may be able to solve this chaotic situation, but you must really believe in me."
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