The evil spirits set up an array, tens of thousands of hanging threads are involved in the whole city. After the magic is activated, it seizes people's souls and seizes the power of the city. All the "life" of Zhenye Mountain will be robbed by Kui Su. Instead of turning it into his own use, it will all be sent to the underground dragon veins.
Yin and Yang are in conflict with each other. If the ordinary Yin evil energy veins are reversed by the majestic 'qi', the establishment will undoubtedly be destroyed. However, under the Zhenye Mountain City is the Yin Dragon evil, which contains the innate spiritual energy of the true dragon and has the effect of connecting Yin and Yang.
Yidisha will not be destroyed, it will change and grow!
The spell is complex and has countless details. Patriarch Kuisu had no intention of explaining it. After saying a few words, he said to Su Jing: "Let's just put it this way. After my spell is formed, the underground Yin Dragon Evil will become a mixture of Yin and Yang, and they will be entangled together again."
I can’t tell you apart. Do you know, fellow Taoist Wu, what ‘yin and yang are entangled’ is?”
Su Jing's heart suddenly trembled, and the man with phoenix eyes gasped: "Chaos!"
These two words really touched the heart of Patriarch Kuisu, who immediately laughed loudly: "That's right! My magic is to turn this Zhenye Mountain City into a land of chaos and heavenly death!"
‘Chaos’ is ferocious. Once it takes shape, it begins to devour everything around it, growing bigger and bigger. If ignored, it will annihilate the entire world over time!
Su Jing rolled up his eyes and said, "What's the benefit of doing this?"
"Friend Wu Dao, are you confused?" Patriarch Kui Xu just thought that the mourning cultivator asked a stupid question. The other person asked the 'silly question' not out of bad intentions, but because he was shocked by his ferocious magic, so the old monster became even happier.
: "Chaos swallows up the heaven and earth, which is a great harm to the world. Can those righteous cultivators and the six heavenly sects just sit idly by and ignore it?"
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Wu, I have carefully calculated that with the power of Tianzong, it will not be difficult to extinguish the Chaos Killing Land in time in the first three to five hundred years before it has truly become a phenomenon. But the word 'not difficult' depends on how you say it.
Got it!"
The Righteous Cultivating Sect has a huge force and deep strength, and it will definitely be able to defeat this 'Chaos', but it is inevitable that it will cause severe injuries and heavy losses.
This is the difference between evil heretics and orthodox practitioners. The former are crazy and dare to set fire, but the latter cannot let the fire burn and have to save them.
In terms of strength, the righteous path is sure to defeat the evil spirits; but in terms of the means of doing things, the righteous path is always passive and cannot be broken. This is one of the reasons why practicing authentic Buddhism has never been able to truly eradicate all the evil spirits and heretics.
"When the time comes, a large number of righteous monks will die in my chaos, and the Tianzong disciples will suffer heavy casualties. Isn't this a benefit to us?" Patriarch Kuisu stroked his beard and smiled: "I have prepared everything about the spells. As long as the Taoist friends evacuate,
The heavy fog will allow me to channel my energy, and in just twenty-four hours, we will be done."
Su Jing frowned: "If Zhengdao ignores Chaos, will everyone hug each other and die together?"
Patriarch Kuisu did not answer, it was another stupid question and he was too lazy to pay attention to it.
In fact, when Su Jing asked the truth, he knew that he was asking too much. Not to mention other sects, Li Shan alone would never sit idly by and ignore it if he found a 'chaos' taking shape in this world, even knowing that it was
Even if the evil spirits use the method of consuming the enemy's strength, the Lishan Sword Sect will still try its best to cut off the root of this evil, even at the expense of breaking bones and muscles.
Su Jing asked again: "Magic things change unexpectedly. No matter how carefully you plan in advance, there will still be accidents occasionally. You are not afraid if the 'chaos' you create is too big."
Patriarch Kuisu shook his head and interrupted: "Urgent measures should be used in emergency situations. If you are always so cautious, you will not be able to defeat those hypocrites even to the end of the world. Besides, I am more than 90% sure about this spell, so I can give it a try.
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After saying that, the old devil changed the topic: "This is the effectiveness of my magic. It won't take long for this place to be filled with the lives of a large number of righteous cultivators. On the other hand, the Yin Dragon Evil will turn into a chaotic killing place, and the dragon veins will also be destroyed."
Destroyed, the great Hong Emperor will be exhausted, and the mortal world will be in chaos again. People on the righteous path will inevitably rush into chaos. Fellow Taoist, is this tone still acceptable?"
The mourning cultivator widened his eyes and stared at Patriarch Kui Su. The latter looked happy. The involvement of this spell was so amazing. Not to mention the mourning cultivator below, even Kui Su himself was surprised for a while when he first heard about it. Now Wu Jian Zuo
It's normal to be scared
After waiting for a moment, Patriarch Kuisu asked again: "Has Daoist Wu's Qi gone?"
Su Jing laughed, and Patriarch Kuisu looked at him and also laughed.
The two of them laughed more and more happily, and their laughter became louder and louder!
After a long while, ancestor Kuisu stopped laughing: "How?"
"It's wonderful!" Su Jingyou smiled to himself, looking extremely cheerful, but the topic suddenly changed: "Wu Jianzuo is a lonely ghost, wandering in all directions, and he is in panic all day long. Today I saw the formation of fellow Taoists.
I’m very envious in my heart.”
Patriarch Kuisu's expression did not change at all, his smile remained the same: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist?"
Anyone with a little knowledge in the East knows that there are twenty-eight constellations in the sky, and 'Kui Su' is the first constellation of the White Tiger in the West.
If it was just a coincidence that the old devil was called "Kui Su", it wouldn't matter; but if his name came from the ranking
The first question, what the evil heretics want to do, has now been basically solved. Su Jing made a second test: "Kui Su, are your twenty-eight constellations full? If they are not, what do you think of me?"
Patriarch Kuisu narrowed his eyes, stared at Su Jing for a long time, and finally smiled calmly: "I can't make the decision to worship the star. If you Taoist friend really has this intention, I can recommend him on your behalf."
The old monster's answer acquiesced to Su Jing's suspicion that the evil heretics were no longer scattered.
Su Jing laughed, nodded and said: "Fellow Taoist, please be happy. Wu Jianzuo is not a ungrateful person. Taoist friend, please prepare the qi suspension thread again. I will clear the fairy fog and make way for Zhenye Mountain!"
Patriarch Kuisu beamed with joy when he heard this: "Thank you, fellow Taoist!" After saying that, he made two gestures to his men behind him. One was to order them to prepare spells. There was nothing to say. Those involved in casting spells immediately accepted the order and began.
practice of doing merit;
The second gesture is for the disciples who are ordered to protect the Dharma: kill someone.
As soon as the mourning cultivator closes the fog, he will immediately kill this person.
Patriarch Kuisu believed everything Su Jing said, and even more believed that he was a mourning cultivator, but believing that he was not a righteous man did not mean that Kui Su trusted him to be one of his own. What's more, the mourning cultivator killed a group of his petties*
*Subordinate, you have caused another *trouble to this old monster. This person must die.
The heavy fog rolled in the city, and the mourning cultivator and his black prison, the corpse demon, disappeared into it.
At least from a bird's-eye view from the sky, the mourning cultivator was indeed clearing away the heavy fog. Old Monster Kuisu waited and waited. For almost half an hour, the thick fog in the city was still rolling in and out. The movement was intense enough, but it had reduced by half a point.
During this time, Su Jing ran all over the city and gathered the more than 1,000 cultivators from fifty-three positions who had been affected by the formation, as well as the two monks Jingxian and Guoxian, to the Bai family's old residence.
Several half-grown teenagers who slipped out of the house and got lost in the fog were sent to the Yamen.
The monster Li Buer followed to help. This was a great opportunity to help the righteous cultivators nearby. Once the job was done, a lot of benefits were waiting for them in the future.
Of course, the carp monster did not forget to interrogate Su Jing: "Fellow Taoist, what should we do next?"
Su Jing finished his work and looked a little bored. In his left hand was a copy of Tu Wan, the same book he had given to the young monk before. In his right hand he was playing with a jade slip and said: "If you can drag me away, I'll beat you. If you can't, I'll beat you. There's no other reason."
method."
After a while, the voice of Patriarch Kuisu came from the sky: "Friend Wu Dao, why doesn't the fog clear?"
Su Jingyang responded: "The fog spell is easy to cast but difficult to restrain. Please be patient, fellow Taoist, and wait a little longer."
At this moment, Su Jing had withdrawn the Absolute Sound in the Mist spell. A group of righteous cultivators were extremely surprised to hear that Su Jing and the evil old demon fellow Taoist were talking about it.
Patriarch Kuisu's voice was much deeper: "How long do we have to wait?"
"Six hours." Su Jing responded.
Patriarch Kuisu frowned and groaned: "Fellow Taoist, it's better to hurry up." There was no point in being anxious. He could only wait patiently. Fortunately, he could wait for six hours. The true way of Tianzong could not come so fast.
Su Jing then waved his arms towards the sky, and the jade in his hand almost flew into the sky: "When you are bored waiting, I give you this to pass the time."
Kui Su next used his spiritual sense to scan the great jade slips, and what was recorded inside was actually the complete version of "Tu Wan". The old man couldn't help but sneered: "Friend Wu Dao has a special liking for this story about gods and ghosts.
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"It's pretty good-looking." Fellow Taoist Wu responded in a nonchalant manner.
Peace has returned to heaven and earth, but the heavy fog in the city is still billowing, sometimes thick and sometimes light. It looks like it is shrinking, but it is more like playing.
After a long time, Patriarch Kuisu's voice was low: "Five hours have passed, fellow Taoist, there is still one hour left."
Su Jingli ignored him and chatted wordlessly with Li Buer beside him. The monster did not have the calmness of his little uncle, and he looked up at the sky absentmindedly from time to time.
After the sixth hour passed, Patriarch Kuisu shouted angrily: "Wu Jian Zuo, heavy fog."
"Mother, Mist!" The funeral cultivator's voice was much more fierce and angry than that of Patriarch Kuisu: "I haven't completely refined this Immortal Mist yet. I released it for you. If you want to clean it up again, it will be more troublesome than you think.
, If you have the patience, just wait for me, if you don’t have the patience, get out!”
A group of cultivators from the Bai family looked at each other in shock and surprise when they heard that Junior Master Lishan's uncle suddenly uttered evil words.
"How long?" Kuisu took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart.
"Three hours, it will be ready!"
Patriarch Kuisu snorted and stopped talking.
The old devil actually swallowed his anger when being scolded. The righteous disciples in the city were even more surprised that Guo Xian could barely sit still. He clasped his hands together and whispered to his senior brother: "Mr. Su Jing's methods are so clever and unfathomable."
Jing Xian smiled, nodded, and agreed.
Two hours passed by in a flash, and the heavy fog in the city suddenly shook violently. It took as long as a stick of incense to tremble, and Wu Jianzuo's unpleasant laughter resounded through the sky: "Okay, it's done, wait patiently!"
Following his weird smile, the fog gradually became lighter and lighter. It was slow enough, but it was completely different from the previous rolling and rolling. It was obvious that it was converging. The old monster in the sky and all his subordinates could clearly see it.
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However, the fog was closing very slowly. By the time the third hour came, the fog would have closed by at least 50%, but the devil in the sky did not urge him. As long as the fog was closing, it would be fine.
Another hour passed, and the heavy fog had become very thin, as if shrouded by a layer of gauze, and the scenery in the city was already vaguely visible. At this rate, it would take less than a cup of tea to complete the mourning meditation.
Patriarch Kuisu stared closely at the mist in the city, and his face became increasingly happy. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a mournful monk suddenly shouted from below: "Ah, that's not good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the fog suddenly became thicker! Thick and thick, it filled the whole city again.
The smile on Patriarch Kuisu’s face suddenly stiffened. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)