The aura formed by the red umbrella magic weapon was passed through by Gu Chen's sword.

After the magic weapon was broken, it immediately shattered inch by inch and turned into a piece of gray dust burned by the flames, which dispersed in the wind.

A high-grade Xuan-level magic weapon was destroyed in an instant.

The power of Guchen Sword is so powerful.

But after that, several more magic weapons flew in and continued to block Gu Chen Sword.

After breaking the magic weapon, even the Gu Chen Sword has been greatly reduced in power, and its speed is no longer half of its original speed.

There were also metal, wood, water, fire and earth, and five large nets flew out one after another, controlled by five god-transformation monks, trying to capture Gu Chenjian.

The power of this flying sword was extremely strong. In the previous battle, they were caught off guard and even allowed them to lose an elder who transformed into a god, and also injured several colleagues.

If this flying sword can be taken down, the Chongshan Alliance will lose its sharpest tooth.

But how could the Chongshan Alliance fulfill their wishes?

Moreover, Gu Chen's sword has not yet accomplished anything, and their goal has not yet been achieved.

From the mist, a dozen more figures flew out in a flash, rushing towards the deity at the front who was wielding a giant axe.

I just want to cut off their fingers.

But this was obviously a bait, as more Wantumen cultivators flew in from all directions.

They did not try to rescue anyone, but formed a circular killing formation to surround the monks from the Chongshan Alliance who flew out.

He also immediately cut off their retreat, hoping to kill them all here at the expense of one of their comrades.

More than a dozen of them took action together, and the giant ax monk just now was captured without much ability to resist.

But they have also fallen into a dangerous situation,

"Don't separate, everyone, break out towards the mist."

All of them had serious injuries on their bodies, and it was only with the ability of the god-transformation monks that they could suppress their injuries and maintain their fighting strength.

The number of powerful gods is only half that of the opponent. If they are evenly divided into one to two, they can still hold on for a while. Although they will be at a disadvantage, they can still hold up against him for a few days.

But that's not how battles are fought.

This was clearly demonstrated in the previous battle with Bailian Mountain.

If separated by them, Wantumen can definitely hold them off one on one.

Then the remaining dozen or so gods besieged one together.

Even the strongest physical cultivator will never be able to hold on for long. Being beaten to ashes will kill even a tough-minded cultivator.

Now that their retreat is cut off, they can only defend in the center to prevent the opponent from cutting off the battlefield, and try to break through together.

It's just that the other party has no intention of giving them this opportunity.

Thirty-three bloody sword lights that could cut through mountains flew out and came towards the people of the Chongshan Alliance in the middle.

Being hit by this sword killing formation, half of the dozen or so of them had to be confessed here on the spot.

Buzz!

The shadow of a bloody lotus expanded rapidly, covering all of them.

Thirty-three bloody sword lights collided with the phantom of the lotus.

The blood-red sword light formed a storm, charging into it crazily and cutting.

The Fruitful Pure Lotus, which once showed its prominence in the battle of Bailian Mountain and trapped the six great monks with no solution, also started to fluctuate violently at this time.

This level of damage is obviously not something that Lotus Phantom can easily bear.

This impact lasted for half a quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating.

Looking at the shadow of the lotus platform again, the petals have been torn into pieces.

The clone of the god sitting on the lotus platform had thirty-three cracks on its body. He also had to pay a price for blocking this kind of damage.

If it weren't for the fact that the blood pool of the Doro Blood Arena is currently supporting the Pure Lotus, if it were just the power of the earth's veins, it would have completely collapsed by now.

"Master Ananda, are you okay?"

The other god-transforming monks around were frightened by this.

Being able to survive this disaster unharmed, they all looked at the clone of the god statue in the middle with gratitude.

This friend of Alliance Leader Jiang could actually withstand such a terrifying sword formation.

If it weren't for him, half of the foundation of Dachongshan's immortal world would have been destroyed by now.

But looking at the thirty-three cracks on his body and thinking about it, he knew that it couldn't really be okay.

"Master, is there anything I can do to help you recover from your injuries? If you need anything, please let me know."

Everyone took out their own healing elixir and handed it to the clone of the god. This man must not fall. If he falls, everyone will be dead.

"Others are of no use to the poor monk. Can I borrow Buddhist relics? Using this blood lotus will put too much pressure on the poor monk."

The statue's clone reluctantly opened its eyes, and two streams of blood and tears immediately flowed down.

When others saw it, they were all frightened.

This person must have been extremely seriously injured just now.

When the idol's clone came to Chongshan League, he returned the relic, which had become much dimmed.

Now that the situation is urgent, I can only borrow it again.

Everyone looked at the people from Cihang Temple.

Master Loku looked at the blood and tears of the Venerable Ananda. Although this person looked like a demon, their misunderstanding of appearance had completely disappeared after several days of fighting side by side.

Such a righteous person risked his life to help them.

Even if it is a relic, how can they be reluctant to part with it?

If you don't take out the most precious Buddhist treasure now, everyone will die.

"Your Majesty, please feel free to use them. The relics of our ancestors can be used to save the common people, which is also the best outcome for them."

Six relics were taken out and floated above the head of Venerable Ananda, and six golden lights were scattered, allowing the statue clones of the Buddha and Demon to rebalance the energy in the body.

Continue to extract energy from the wealthy Doroxue Arena to restore the lotus petals to their original state one by one.

"Master Wu She, please hand over the prisoner to the poor monk."

Also shrouded in the lotus shadow was the deity of Wan Tu Sect as a bait.

He is now being suppressed by a big seal from Fang Tian, ​​unable to move at all.

The statue's clone made a request, so Fang Tianyin lifted him up slightly and released him.

Then Master Luku, whose muscles were tangled and covered with diamonds, reached out and grabbed the opponent's neck.

This incarnation of Wantumen was injured and was no match for the abbot of Cihang Temple.

The body, which was more than three feet tall, was lifted up like a chicken and thrown into the lotus platform.

The statue's clone put a hand on the head of the monk from the Wantu Sect.

"Karma brings retribution, Amitabha!"

Following the breath-like flickering light on the Pure Lotus of Retribution, the thirty-three cracks on the statue's clone body were transferred one by one along the arm into the body of the Wantu Sect monk.

One crack, two cracks, three cracks, each time a crack was transferred, the aura of the Wan Tu Sect monks became weaker.

After thirteen cracks were transferred, the monk Wantumen suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Thirteen injuries were diverted, greatly reducing the pressure on the idol clone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward one after another, planning to share the burden and bear one or two cracks each to help Venerable Ananda recover as quickly as possible.
Chapter completed!