"Those who have attained enlightenment have many helps, and those who have lost their power have few helps!"

"Something is the way!"

Meng Qi's voice was like thunder, which sounded in the heart of the Emperor of Netherworld, trembling his soul and shaking his soul. Within his senses, the legendary earth immortal Mr. Lu and the earth immortal Su Wuming were attacking the remains of the heart sacred; the Yangshen real person Yunhe relied on the Hunyuan Yiqi Shangqing Shen Talisman to set up the Wanxiang Immortal Array, firmly trapping the heavy-hitted Arctic True Dragon; several monks from Shaolin Temple formed a small fetal hiding realm, circulating relics and Buddha treasures, and chanting the compassionate scriptures containing the entire underworld. One by one, the golden ten thousand characters appeared in the glass pure light, flew towards the innate corpse, surrounded it, and saved little by little.

There are so many experts who have nearly half of the world's strength!

The Emperor of Netherworld deeply felt what it means to be swaying in the wind and rain, what is the wheel of history rolling and turning, crushing all obstacles, what is the help of those who have attained enlightenment, and few who have lost their power!

At this moment, although the bodies of the two sides currently manifested are not much different, the Emperor of Netherworld feels extremely small in front of the mad sword, as if he is the "Tao", he is the "wheel of history", and he is the "wheel of history". He is very helpful, rolling forward and crushing without consent!

As the Qi was entangled, his momentum became weaker, Meng Qi suddenly felt it, and followed the Qi, and slashed out the long sword in his hand.

This sword seemed to rise in the yellow sun, illuminating the ghost realm of the ten directions as if it were daylight, melting the time and dying, the high temperature distorted the vision, heavily bent the void, flowing gold and fire, and letting the enemy be destroyed!

"Check a certain knife!"

Meng Qi shouted loudly, and the thunder voice sounded again, and he pronounced instantly.

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The ancient tomb realm was divided into four battlefields. Each was far apart, and only aftermaths were storming.

The corpse of the Arctic True Dragon was subjected to a sword with the legendary characteristics of Su Wuming. The body was almost cut into two pieces. The blood of the Yin Green Dragon sprinkled in the sky, and it fell like a rainstorm. There were strange black and twisted corpse insects parasitized inside, which were extremely difficult to kill. Once possessed, the living person immediately turned into dead bodies to support them. These are the Nine Nether Evils that only Dharma-level corpses were born!

The Wanxiang Sect inherited from ancient times. Many sages of the sect even fought with the evil gods and demons of the Nine Netherworlds. The classics left behind are indetailed. Yunhe was calm in the face of the North Pole True Dragon and the Netherworld Corpse Gu. Hunyuan's qi qi flew out chaotic words, expanding in mist, as if light smoke was covering the surroundings.

With this sound, the dragon's blood suddenly burned, first sprinkled in the air, and then the real dragon corpse tangles were ignited, burning the dragon corpse and burning the corpse worms. The flames were initially green and gradually turned golden.

This is a magic trick to control blood. It does not need to be touched, as long as the other party is injured, it can take effect. With it and Su Wuming's previous efforts, Yun He is at ease. If he gives enough time, he will be sure to control the corpse of the Arctic True Dragon.

Around the innate corpses, ten thousand characters circling around. The golden color is clear and the glass is clear. In each, it seems that there is a compassionate Bodhisattva sitting, with a sacred face, and the meditation is profound and meditation. He recites the solemn and sacred scriptures over and over again, and is out of sync with each other and overlaps each other, and finally forms a proverb:

"Hell is not empty, and I will not become a Buddha. Only when all sentient beings are saved will you attain Bodhi!"

Ah! The innate corpse covered his ears and let out a painful howl. The pseudo-Huangquan divine power disappeared a lot without realizing it. He tried to fly to Xuanbei and others, but the golden ten thousand characters and the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the sky were constantly connected into "tales", sealed on His body, forming shackles and yellow clothes, wrapped layer by layer, making it take a lot of time for every distance he advanced, and even a stream of black gas emerged from his body, dissipating in the air.

In this way, although the innate corpse still relies on its strength to gain the upper hand, it will not be able to escape the influence of the "Diksitigarbha Soul-District Sutra" for a while, and it may take dozens of breaths to break free or attack Xuanbei and others.

The remains of the Heart Saint slowly stood up from the coffin, and there seemed to be a world hidden in his eyes, with flowers blooming and dying, and countless figures doing different actions, either meditating and exploring, looking up at the sky, or holding a scroll in his hand, without any humanity.

At this time, a sword light was like a rainbow flying from the sky, slashing in a vast way, pure and brilliant, and the sword intent was condensed, and before it could be cut, it had already captured the mind.

Su Wuming knew that the biggest flaw of similar zombies lies in their intelligence lies in their minds, so he raised his hand and asked about the "enemy of the enemy"!

Xinsheng stood in the coffin, his eyes looked up at the height, his mouth slightly opened, and there was a sigh in the void:

"The body without good or evil, there is good or evil movement, knowing good or evil is conscience, and doing good or evil is to investigate things."

Doing good and getting rid of evil is to investigate things, killing swords to do evil, and it should be removed!

The surrounding void suddenly became vague, and the Heart Saint did not make any move. Su Wuming's sword light was like a meteorite passing through the gale wind layer, constantly rubbing and burning, blooming the most beautiful and brilliant light, and then returning to nowhere.

Above the mountain, there was a long illusory river flowing through Han Guang's eyes. Through the broken formation, he took the situation in the ancient tomb world into his eyes. Seeing this situation, he sighed: "The Holy Heart is indeed close to the legend, and it is almost like a word that follows the Dharma."

Take the cave heaven or a world transformed by your inner world as the source, reflecting the outside world.

What should we do if there is a conflict between heaven and earth and itself? Then let the heaven and earth change, follow the words and actions and actions are the rules!

Normally, in the legendary realm, this kind of alphabet has a limited scope of influence, but if it depends on the real world, it can directly establish rules for the many derivations of the universe, or even restart them, just like Mr. Lu did in the world of gods and demons.

The world is wrong, not me!

This is also a legendary feature. Although the Heart Saint does not set off his own path like Mr. Lu, nor does he like Su Wuming who has the help of the Haotian Mirror. He can walk the most difficult and dangerous path and will not have legendary features in advance, his cave has evolved and improved, and he has approached the boundaries of legends and reached a close level. In conjunction with his "Twenty-Eight Skills of Mind Learning", he can simulate similar effects.

Han Guang looked at it very seriously. Among the saints in the Middle Ages, he admired the saints the most, and his dressing postures were marked by imitation.

At this time, Mr. Lu Da's sword light shrank, revealing the long sword itself, and stabbed towards the Heart Saint in a simple and unpretentious manner. The sword was very slow, as if it was promoting the integration of the outside world, changing the rules of the world, and making the illusion around the Heart Saint rise and fall, and the flowers bloom and silence, either disappear or become real.

With a sword coming out, the Dharma follows. This is a small thousand world derived from the real world. It is not the real world itself. It can be done with all your strength. You can use the breath of the outside world to change this world a little.

The Xinsheng finally looked at the enemy in front of his eyes, raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and whispered in a deep voice:

"If you know, you must do it!"

"If you do it, you know!"

It hits as soon as you see it!

Hitting the ball is equivalent to exploring!

With a bang, the fist and the sword inexplicably collided in mid-air, knocking Mr. Lu back.

Seeing this, Su Wuming still had a weak expression, but his movements became slow when he set out to the sword, as if he was dragging something heavy.

Zheng!

His sword emitted a dragon sound, and the sword light blew, and it actually burst out from every place around the Heart Saint, regardless of order, as if it overlapped together. Each sword light was differentiated. In just a moment, the sword light ocean sword light forest was born, which was more than a hundred times than the Wanjian Return to the Sect and so on.

However, the closer you get to the Heart Saint, the more blurred the sword light becomes, and it disappears.

At this moment, Mr. Lu Da set out his sword again, not slashing towards the Heart Saint, but differentiated into sword threads, slitting into the sword light forest, connecting each sword light of Su Wuming, making up for his ineffective control in detail.

Mountains, rivers and rivers manifested, and the outside aura was invaded. The two sword lights suddenly contracted and turned into a united body, turning into a dazzling lotus with a radiant radius of hundreds of miles.

The light lotus shrank with its petals, and it was no longer blurred. It instantly covered the Heart Saint, covering it layer by layer, and the sword energy flourished. The sword intent came straight to the sky, and only the sound of banging boxing came out of it, slowly becoming weaker.

The combination of two swords is so powerful!

On the other hand, the Emperor of Netherworld calmed down and looked at Meng Qi's sword, without any sorrow or joy, pointed out the life and death pen, black tube white hair, white tube black hair, interpreting a black and white Tai Chi diagram, pressing towards Meng Qi.

This Tai Chi diagram continuously absorbs the energy of travel, the Feng Shui of Earth Fire, and the flames and heavy slashes that Meng Qi cut out. With one rotation, they will be broken down into yin and yang, and will become one's own. It will become stronger and stronger, covering and suppressing Meng Qi!

Meng Qi was not panicked, and he turned his sword, and the hardness and softness were used together. Yin and Yang flowed, and life and death were shared. He completely integrated the Yin and Yang seal with his own "three combinations of Yin and Yang, what is the origin and what is the transformation" into one.

The long sword cuts the Tai Chi diagram, the knife light changes with stress, Yang faces death, Yin faces life, both sides cancel each other and disappear at the same time.

Taking this opportunity, Meng Qi approached the Emperor of Netherworld.

Suddenly, he saw the red eyes of the Emperor of Netherworld smile, as if sarcastic, and the surroundings suddenly changed, and bloody and yellow rivers arose.

"I know you have such a knife to lead you into the game!"

"Try the power of the skeleton of the Yellow Spring!" The resentment in the heart of the Netherworld Emperor turned into pleasure.

Han Guang looked around the mountain and secretly guessed whether the "Sword Crazy" He Qi had come. Donghai Jianzhuang owed Su Meng a great favor, and most of them were ambushing around and robbing people. However, if the opportunity was right, it would be relatively simple to take away a few skeletons of the Yellow Springs.

At this moment, the Netherworld Emperor's eyes solidified because the bloody and yellow river water also solidified.

His huge body also made a squeaking sound, as if he was no longer in charge.

And all this is because of the dark hand bone in Meng Qi’s hand!

"He, can he actually control me?"

"He took the initiative to enter!"
Chapter completed!