Chapter 923 The sword leaves the mountain, and there is no blood and no return
In the desert and the ancient city, a group of remnant soldiers who came to seek refuge with Su Jing were taken into the cave. There were only three corpses behind Su Jing and more than ten Moqin demon monks in front of him.
The eminent monk Mitiantai, who was once famous throughout China and was compassionate everywhere, is now a monster that is bringing disaster to the world and sweeping the common people.
In a rare sight, the three corpses looked solemn as they each raised their hands to take out the long star rope chain from the child's coffin.
The unparalleled power of the seven heavenly sects is not worth mentioning. The monks and Taoists are possessed by the devil. Nero Zixiao is instantly destroyed, leaving only Dachengxue and Lishan. The situation of the former is unknown, and the latter is facing heavy troops... Attacks are coming from all directions.
With a thunderous strike, the ink giant spirit's fierce attack came so fiercely, and he was sure of everything. Since he dared to come to the door, he was sure to win... The three corpses could not help but look solemn. The current situation was too serious, and they were already beyond their control.
imagination.
Taking a deep breath, Lei Dong's face suddenly twisted and he covered his lower abdomen with one hand: "Stomach hurts!"
"I asked you not to eat the roasted scorpion, but you have to eat it!" Akame frowned, very unhappy.
Nianhuaxin is soft-eyed and concerned about the boss's disease: "Do you want to have diarrhea?"
"Yes." Lei Dong nodded sadly, and the moment he nodded, the killing began. Three star strings, like dragons, flew quickly from the hands of the three dwarfs and struck hard at the demon monk in front!
When the star cable moves, two things happen simultaneously:
Su Jing blinked, and the whole person disappeared;
More than a dozen monster monks sneered and turned around before disappearing!
The three star ropes were all empty, and three huge bottomless ravines were pulled out from the desert ground, but neither Su Jing nor the demon monk were missing... Three breaths.
After three breaths, a hundred feet in front of the three corpses, a fountain of blood suddenly spewed out in the empty air! Hot blood sprayed from the air, and the scene was shocking.
At the same time as a large amount of blood fell to the ground, Su Jing and more than a dozen demon monks appeared again. However, Su Jing was standing, with a smile on his face, and the curve of his lips was cruel and coquettish; while the demon monks were 'scattered', with hundreds of pieces and stumps
Broken bones and chunks of flesh.
The three corpses were all shocked. Su Ji Shaodong's family was a cook and occasionally a butcher. But he had never been such a thorough butcher. Su Jing didn't bother to explain anything and rushed eastward to help Lishan!
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To the southeast, Lishan, the color of the water flows. It turns into sharp swords to protect Lishan, a burst of water curtains the sky, and the beautiful water turns into thousands of swords. The edge of each spiritual sword points to the three thousand Tianyuan Mo Dao ten miles away.
The three thousand Ning Zhi Yun Jia stopped moving forward. Only a little Taoist priest who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old broke away from the group and moved forward another thousand feet. While flying slowly, his eyes moved and he looked up and down.
The water curtain Tianhua formation is moving rapidly.
The formation was full of momentum, but there was no forceful attack. Groups of long swords surrounded Lishan like fish, making no sound but full of murderous intent.
After walking thousands of feet, the smile was thick. The little Taoist priest stopped, waved the fly whisk in his hand towards the sky, and shouted in a long and slow voice: "The sky will draw ink, the mountains will move away from the ink." Then, he smiled even more happily -
The world-famous Lishan Seal-protecting Water Curtain Tianhua seemed to him to be a joke.
The black fly whisk was swung, falling together, and thick ink oozed out from the bright sky, like dark clouds covering the sky. In the blink of an eye, the ink darkened rapidly, and it hit the ten thousand swords and water curtains that protected the mountains eight hundred miles away!
The loud rumbling sound was shocking. The sound was too dull and depressing! Before the muffled sound dissipated, the water curtain and the sky dispersed first... A series of exclamations sounded from in front of Lishan Mountain: Lishan Mountain
In front of it is the Qiming Sword Monument and the Mingyue Dojo. Both places gather large groups of cultivators all year round. They come from all over the world and have different sects.
The disciples of Lishan have just reported to these two places that the evil spirits are coming and their power is alarming. A battle is inevitable. All cultivators can go to Lishan to avoid the disaster, or they can disperse and escape.
The words were clear, but few people left. No one thought that Lishan would lose, and no one felt that there was any safer place in the world than at the foot of Lishan. In that case, there was no need to leave.
When they saw the strange Tianyuan disciple who had arrived, the cultivators became even more curious, and no one was willing to leave. Most of them stayed to watch the excitement... But they didn't expect that the excitement was so big! The first day in the world.
Zong's mountain-protecting seal script can hardly withstand a blow from a little Taoist priest.
There are three thousand such little Taoist priests from Tianyuan Dao.
The little Taoist priest smiled and turned back to look at his companions behind him. Ninety-nine more people from the group behind him flew out of the group and joined the first little Taoist priest.
One hundred Mo Taoists formed a square formation, which was exactly the same as before. The hundreds of Mo Tao generals waved the dust in their hands neatly, and the six-character mantra in their mouths floated in the sky: "The sky will be ink, the mountains will be ink." Their voices were not loud but they said no.
Go high... What will happen if a basin of ink is splashed on rice paper?
At this moment, the place where one hundred ink paths are located looks like this. The sky is bright and the sun is high. The group of ink paths are suddenly filled with ink in the small world, and they are spreading crazily towards Mount Li.
Panicked. The two cultivators at the Qiming Sword Monument and the Moon Worshiping Dojo panicked. Why should they step forward to learn the ink-colored laws that the Taoist priests summoned? Just one look at them made them feel suffocated and blocked! Their hearts were beating wildly.
, there was a strange buzzing in the ears, and those with shallow cultivation could hardly stand still... just because of the thick ink color that was not deliberately targeted at them.
Hundreds of Taoist priests cast spells, and their figures were all covered by ink. Outsiders could not see their smiles. Everyone was laughing. It was an easy calculation: one person destroyed Shuimu Tianhua, and a hundred people destroyed it.
Enough to destroy Lishan... Just as he was smiling, a sharp intention suddenly pierced into the thick ink!
In an instant, the ink color scattered, hundreds of spells were broken through with determination, and... there was a smell of blood: there were only ninety-nine Taoist priests left, and the head of the first little Taoist priest was cut off in two parts, and his head fell off!
The sword rose from the mountain, like lightning flashing, destroying demons and killing thieves!
The light of the sword did not fall, and laughter rang out. Elder Yu's voice also came from Lishan: "Dian Hu takes the lead first, brothers, do you accept it?"
Laughter echoed, and the sword flower that had just been killed turned sharply upward and shot into the sky. Up to the sky, the sword flower collapsed and caused the air to tremble and the air waves to stir. When the air waves dissipated, a suspended mountain peak appeared in the sky, and Elder Yu was burdened with it.
Standing on the top of the peak with his hands, many inner disciples under his command are distributed on each side of the peak, either holding weapons and making seals or sitting upright to perform Dharma.
If you are familiar with Lishan Mountain, you will know that this suspended peak is one of the misty peaks of Lishan Mountain, Dianhu Peak.
The disciples took charge of each position, and Elder Yu actually 'drove' his Star Peak out of Lishan Mountain! Not only did he drive out of Dianhu Peak, he also turned the Star Peak into a sword. He easily killed a demon Daoist.
Hundreds of Taoist priests were hiding in the ink, but Dian Hufeng's sword was able to accurately kill the one who made the first move... Is this just showing off?
It was just showing off, Elder Yu did not hide his pride at all.
"Looking at Lao Yu's happy look, I thought he had cleaned up the ink in the world alone." Elder Fan's voice was filled with laughter, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard. A small stream spanned the sky and flowed happily from the depths of Lishan Mountain.
, the stream is bright and beautiful, reflected in the blue sky, it is indescribably pleasing to the eye and beautiful... But I ask the world, how many people can see the sword intent hidden in this stream!
'Tianxi' flows, seemingly slowly but actually very fast. As soon as Elder Fan's voice fell, Tianxi had already circled around the Dianhu Peak flying away from the mountain, and then flowed to the side. After a slight shock, the long stream disappeared.
Another misty star peak appears: Hongze Peak.
Elder Fan stood at the top of the peak, and his disciples were scattered throughout the Star Peak, practicing Dharma and holding formations, just like their fellow disciples on Dianhu Peak.
Someone took Elder Fan's words and the woman's voice was a little playful: "Senior Brother Fan, Senior Brother Yu has not yet wiped out all the evil in the world. He sacrificed his life and fought hard to kill evildoers...I'll count them carefully...count them.
It’s over, one.”
Just kidding, a red crane flew out of the mountain with its wings undulating. What was a little strange was that the crane was covered in bits and pieces, with a piece of green bamboo in its mouth, a bell hanging under its neck, and a crown on its head.
A piece of banana leaf, and a little tabby cat on its feet.
As the flamingo flew, Elder Hong's complaint came: "How can you fellow seniors be so lazy? Your own star peaks can't even fly, so you insist on decorating them with me."
While complaining, the green bamboo flew up from the mouth of the crane and turned into a star peak of Zhiyu. Elder Qin presided over it and his disciples marched in formation; the bell under the crane's neck shook. The bells rang softly and turned into a peak of Qingling Star. Elder Cen stood on the top of the peak; a gust of wind
When the wind blew, the banana leaves on the flamingos' heads were blown over, and the leaves turned into star peaks and water spirit peaks. Elder Feng rolled his eyes and looked at the enemy not far away with cruel eyes; the small flowers under the crane's claws
The cat shakes its head and tail, turning into a star peak, the sword hides the soul of the tiger in the sky, the tiger roars at the Zhuxuan Peak, the Zhuxuan Peak, Elder Lei’s territory!
Elder Cen replied with a smile: "Lao Lei and Lao Qin have been busy setting up escape formations these past years. Junior sister went to seclusion to practice sword strings. The sacrifices and killings at several star peaks all fell on me and Junior Brother Feng... We are so busy
It’s so tiring, just pinch a piece to save worry.”
The flamingo also changed its form and returned to the appearance of Star Peak. On the flamingo peak, a pretty woman was dressed as a woman. She frowned and couldn't find anything to complain about. She made a face at Senior Brother Cen.
The star peaks transformed into shapes and were still 'driving out' of Lishan one after another. They had different shapes and different momentums... The elders of Lishan refined their star peaks into a magic weapon and a calamity.
If it is placed there, anyone except a blind person can understand it.
You can see the results, but you can't imagine the process inside. What a painstaking spell refining it is, what a painstaking management it is! Lishan, who seems to be calm and business as usual for many years, is actually doing something for the coming catastrophe of heaven and earth?
What kind of preparation.
The Shui Mu Tian Hua, Ren Shui Lei Mu Seal, and Wushi Zi Jian Que's three Lishan guardian seals have long been abandoned. The magic power in the big seals was poured into more than a dozen star peaks, making the peaks more sharp; and then the storehouse of Lishan spiritual stones was completely emptied.
, all the spirit stones are added to the star peak to increase the power of the peak; the jar of Tianshui spirit spirit brought back by the young master's uncle, except for a few dozen drops distributed to the juniors for cultivation, are all injected into the star peak to nourish the peak spirit; the top-grade Taiyi gold crystal
, all the applicable spiritual treasures in Lishan's heavy warehouse were fused and recast, refined into the star peak, and the peak bones were born; and all the star peak owners, one of Lishan's elders' ribs, and seven drops of true cultivation essence were refined into a natal talisman.
Penetrate into the heart of Xingfeng, otherwise you will not be able to completely control Xingfeng.
The ribs were easy to say, and physical injuries were not considered serious damage to Yuan Shen's overhaul. Even if a bone was cut by sawing, Elder Hong, who had the worst practice, only lay down for half an hour and recovered as before.
Seven drops of true cultivation essence...the thing of destiny, the root of destiny, taking it out of the body will make the cultivator weak. It can be said that if you are weak, you can recover your strength after resting for three to five years. But even if your strength is not hindered, it will still be weak after all. It hurts their roots! It's fine for the moment, but the hope of ascension has dropped sharply, and the already elusive immortality has become even more elusive.
Lishan can't control others, and they won't take the initiative to ask others to do anything. They only know what they should do... knowing how they should do it is enough.
Lishan today is no better than before:
In the past, there were nine sons stationed here, and great events would disappear under the swords of the nine sons. At that time, there was a sword in Lishan, and the sword could come out of Lishan at any time.
Although today's Lishan disciples are also extraordinary, they are far inferior to the nine masters. Only the nine disciples of Lishan have swords. Today's juniors are nothing. There is no sword in Lishan, so how can the sword come out of Lishan! The big seal script left by the seniors, It can protect the mountain but not attack the enemy, it is just a 'shield', but if it can protect itself but cannot protect the world, then what is Lishan?
There are only a few heavy shields that can only protect Li Shan's own safety. What's the use of Shen He's shields?
When the river sinks, the order is sent, and the formation is abandoned; when the river sinks, the order is sent, the shield is split and the sword is forged.
Shen He is a good old man who laughs and has no temper. But don’t forget that he was the one who suggested taking the initiative to invade the world of controlling people five hundred years ago! If his mind is like a sword, how can you ask him to only defend but not attack? !
As long as the base of the Shui Mu Tian Hua and other large seal scripts are not destroyed, they can be used for thousands of years and will remain indestructible forever; the self-destruction formation and the Xingfeng magic that uses its mysterious power to create calamities can only take care of the affairs of this life, because Xingfeng The spell is refined with the elder's talisman. In the future, when the elder falls on the star peak, it will be useless. It will no longer be useful. There will be no more spiritual stones left in the mountain. Years of accumulated reserves have been exhausted. Five out of ten treasures in the sky have been lost. , Lishan, which was not a profound foundation in Tianzong, has become even shallower, and its vitality has been greatly damaged...
But what if my vitality is severely damaged? No matter whether I drink poison to quench my thirst or am eager for quick success, at least I have a sword in Lishan today.
Today's Lishan Sword. Fifteen Misty Peaks.
When the star peak comes out of the mountain, it means: the sword comes out of the mountain.
The prosperous age is at its peak, the catastrophe is looming, Lishan has been on guard for a long time!
However, Water Curtain Tianhua is one of the symbols of Lishan. Many Lishan disciples feel proud and proud when they mention this brilliant formation that is occasionally activated. Shen He was also so proud and proud when he was a boy.
Therefore, I feel reluctant to part with this formation in my heart, so Shui Mu Tianhua still retains a 'shape', a 'shell'. From the outside, with spiritual knowledge, the Shui Mu Tianhua formation launched by Li Shan is very powerful. , the aura is terrifying, but it has changed from a real tiger to a cloth tiger, it is just an appearance...
Elder Hong has been spoiled by his senior brothers since he was a child. He has always had a frizzy temper... The beauty stood on the top of Red Crane Peak and laughed crisply: "Let's go, let's kill the enemy!"
Master's laughter was his order. Many disciples on Honghe Peak, led by Jian Jian'er and Jian Sui'er, laughed in unison: "Let's go, let's kill the enemy!" Hongjing formed the seal in the shouts. Holding the Dharma, the ethereal star peaks under his feet trembled slightly and then transformed into a huge red crane, fluttering its wings and flying quickly into a rainbow, directly attacking the three thousand Tianyuan Mo Taoist Priests!
Yu, Fan, Cen, Qin and many other elders either smiled or looked desolate, but the orders they gave were exactly the same as Hongjing's: "Go, go, go!"
"Kill the enemy!" The disciples of each star peak roared, each star peak transformed, and each star peak performed sword tricks and calamities...Kill the enemy!
The sword leaves the mountain and does not return without blood.
Swinging the fly whisk, the ink appears. There is nothing new about the three thousand spells. It's just that there are many people this time, and the ink 'smeared' is thicker and heavier. But it's useless! The sword light blooms, the white tiger leaps and swings, the flamingo pounces, and the green bamboo scatters
Ye... all the laws of all the star peaks, all the laws are broken by ink! This is the murderous calamity created by the third generation of unscrupulous disciples of Lishan who squandered their ancestral family wealth. With these three thousand inks, there is no way they can be wiped out!
Mo Wuyong raised his long sword, and the three thousand Mo Dao movements were always so neat and uniform. He pinched the sword in his hand and pointed it toward the sky, and the ink long sword behind his back was unsheathed and stirred up!
The black sword drags out a black tail when flying. The sword is like a snake. Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine swords are two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine black snakes... At first it looks like a snake, but as a sword monument, everyone in the dojo
When the spectators think they look like snakes, they really turn into snakes.
Ten miles long, covered with ink scales, soaring ink clouds, swallowing ink-colored poisonous snakes, surrounding red cranes, white tigers, sword flowers, and besieging the fourteen star peaks of Mount Li.
The smiles they had at the beginning were no longer there. All the Mo Taoists had solemn expressions on their faces, wielding their swords with their gods, and at the same time waving the dust in their hands endlessly, adding more ink, more ink, more ink... Maybe they were too absorbed in it? The three thousand Mo Taoist priests did not notice a thing.
:They are still three thousand people.
One died not long ago, and now there is another one.
The man in green robe with a crooked centipede scar on his face, his body and mind are as light as smoke, his movements are as light as smoke, he walks quietly in the ink formation, like a thief.
Stealing things is what little thieves do. Ye Fei is an evil thief who only takes lives. In just a short while, he had crushed three black Taoist priests to death. Then he got bored and suddenly shouted: "Li Shan
Where is the sinking river? Ye Fei lifted his sword from the mountain today and greeted him with his sword horizontally as promised? You man who has no faith, Ye Fei turns out to think highly of you!"
Are you a bastard? At this time, I came to pick Lishan with my sword... You bastard, you suddenly shouted loudly in the Mohist formation.
In Lishan, the master leader who had never shown up burst out with laughter... The Mo Dao formation suddenly exploded. Ye Fei laughed loudly and drew his sword to kill! Before using the shuriken to pick Lishan, the last
It would be nice to find some hard bones to polish the sword.
Before the ink-colored Taoist priest could figure out what was going on, suddenly there was a billowing of evil energy underground. A young-looking red-robed fierce ghost flew out from the ground, raised his hand and unleashed a vicious spell in the underworld, attacking the Mo Dao formation.
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Blue and white flowers enter the world.
Just one blue and white flower is nothing, but behind the blue and white flower there is a huge and thick chain. The chain with seventy-three sections has been enshrined in the Hades Palace for generations, and is the important weapon of the underworld that forever controls reincarnation, the seventy-three chain!
Hua Qinghua rushed to help Lishan with seventy-three chains...
Something happened in Netherworld, and 80% of the Si Yamen lost contact. You Langzheng sent an order to all the people he could contact to return to Fengtiandu immediately. He then sent an order to the officers to find out what happened to the Si Yamen who lost contact. He sent a message to Yu Siyue,
You must be careful when cutting these first-class ghost kings... After issuing a series of orders, You Langzheng looked at Hua Qinghua: "Fengtian is fine."
The thing is very strange. Fengtiandu is the center of reincarnation. Capturing all other yamen will at most paralyze the Yin and Yang Company. But reincarnation is still there and the world is stable. The enemy will not even try to attack the vital point directly. In reality,
It's abnormal.
Mr. You couldn't figure out the reason for this 'abnormality', but at least he was sure that Fengtian was fine now... But there was something going on in the world, and there was something going on in Lishan.
The catastrophe suddenly fell, and after surviving the head-on killing, there will be no peace and quiet after that. The long and arduous battle has just begun - if you can't see through this, Poinsettia Robe will not choose You Langzheng to be the underworld.
At the helm, since the battle was fierce and bitter, Master You could not abandon the mountain. So You Langzheng changed his order and changed himself to take charge of Netherworld. Hua Qinghua led the Seventy-three Chains to join the battle and leave the mountain.
Ye Fei drew his sword to kill, and seventy-three chains smashed into the enemy formation.
There is also a sword light, since the sword monument, it is more supple than the breeze, more calm than the stream, a thin and old sword with flowing water!
Someone among the group of sword stele repairers exclaimed: "Qiming Sword Technique!"
All the cultivators staying near the sword monument have mastered Qiming Sword Technique. It is not surprising that some people use this sword to help Li Shan.
Everyone knows how to pull out the heart of a black tiger. Zhang San and a black tiger pulled out the heart and knocked Li Si to the ground. It is not surprising that Wang Wu and a black tiger pulled out the heart of a five-clawed golden dragon. So the boss's heart
It's still beating...who can't help but be surprised!
The skinny old Taoist came to the Qiming Sword Monument almost a hundred years ago, and he never left. Others didn't think he was so magical, but they didn't expect that when he drew his sword... everything will turn to the extreme, and it is easy to reach the top.
Ghosts cry, immortals and Buddhas are shocked!
Everyone is cultivating the Qiming Sword, but no one can imagine or even dream that the Qiming Sword can be cultivated like this.
But in the final analysis, a group of monks made a fuss over something that was not worth fussing about, just because they didn't know that the thin old man was Qi Naruko.
Qimingzi owed Lishan two favors: preaching and passing on skills, and the mantle of the world was passed down by the sword monument; returning the sword, which accompanied him in his practice, accompanied him in his growth, and carried too many memories of him. After Qimingzi recovered the sword
I also gradually recovered a lot of human memories.
Li Shan didn't think anything of his debt to Li Shan, he just did what he should do.
Therefore, Qi Mingzi still favors Li Shan, but has nothing to do with Li Shan.
Just when everyone was amazed by Qi Mingzi's sword skills, another ear-piercing cry suddenly came from deep in the mountain:
How miserable!
How miserable!
How miserable!
A cry is like a thunderous sound, a whistle is like a ghost claw tearing the sky, and in the continuous screams and wails of the two words, the sky can be seen with the naked eye, changing from azure blue to dripping blood, and then blood drops really fall from the sky.
Drops are falling from the sky, and the sky is weeping with blood.
Immediately, a strong man whose body was covered in blood and flesh, and who was no more than five feet tall, rushed out from the Lishan boundary and jumped into the Mo Dao formation. While crying, he killed people casually, tearing, tearing, tearing, tearing... whatever.
No matter how Mo Dao resisted or fought back, he ignored it and just kept tearing it apart.
Tear it to pieces, no one can escape! If you don't tear it to pieces, how can it reflect the cruelty of the evil god's encounter, and how it can reflect the brutal way Pluto treats him!
Last time before Su Jing left the sect, he left a box to Shen He, which contained a fierce god who had been tempered alive by the King of Death. Shen He did not show up to meet the enemy, but he opened the box.
If you want to uproot Lishan with only three thousand ink paths, you will think too highly of yourself.
Also, Tianjiangmo, Lishanmo? What kind of crazy talk is this? Lishan disciples cannot listen to this...
Shen He has not yet taken action, and there is no need for Shen He to take action in this battle.