Chapter 452 If you follow common sense, everything is allowed [two in one]
Snapped!
The long incense breaks and the flame goes out.
Yuanliuzi woke up suddenly, counted with his fingers, and couldn't help but show a shocked look. He immediately couldn't care about anything else, stood up, turned into a ray of light, and went straight to the depths of the secret realm. When he arrived, he saw a man in green sitting there.
Reading a book in the pavilion not far away.
Although this person had his back turned to him, Yuan Liuzi still recognized him and knew that he was the incarnation of Taihua Mountain Fuyaozi.
After gathering his thoughts, Yuan Liuzi ignored others and went straight to the long-haired man, bowed and said: "Grandmaster, that Dongyue..."
Before he could finish speaking, the long-haired man interrupted him and said, "You don't need to interfere with Dongyue's matter. It's settled. You can just go."
"..."
Yuan Liuzi was silent for a moment, and could only nod and retreat.
As soon as they left, the long-haired man turned around and said with a smile: "My little friend, although Dongyue has become famous because of you, you don't need to be too worried about it. You must know that that person has been planning for a long time.
After paying a huge price, he has to step into the world after all. Instead of letting him make plans and not knowing when and where to take action, it is better to restrict him to a certain range and force him to appear in Dongyue!"
Chen Cuo's Qinglian incarnation had put down the letter in his hand and suddenly said: "Is this person still involved in the scheme of the seniors?"
The long-haired man smiled and said nothing.
Chen Cuo's thoughts were circulating, and he thought of several long river deductions, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind!
Vaguely, he seemed to have grasped a thread that connected Mount Taihua, Mount Tai, the Southern Dynasties, Zhan for Hegemony, etc. together!
Inexplicably, when Chen Cuo looked at the kind-faced, long-haired man in front of him, he felt a bit of chill from his indifferent smile.
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The long blood mist is boiling!
On the top of Mount Tai, a tornado suddenly rose up, like a funnel, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, falling straight down and covering Song Zifan!
Song Zifan was frightened and angry, and his heart was shrouded in despair and terror. He roared instinctively and summoned up the remaining true energy, which vibrated in his body and supported him to stand up.
But the turbulent mist makes no sense at all. Once it envelopes this person, it pours in from his seven orifices and the pores all over his body!
Song Zifan's little bit of true energy collapsed in an instant, and then his entire body was filled with mist. The structure of his body was instantly shattered, and even his will was completely overwhelmed. Amidst the fragmented mind, a ghost-like figure gradually appeared.
It seemed like a mist, or some kind of twisted spirit, which seemed to have eight heads.
But soon, as the mist completely penetrated into the depths of his soul, this figure disappeared. Instead, Song Zifan's whole body was filled with mist and swelled!
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"Chosen!"
Chen Cuo was not the only one who noticed the change in the fog.
Lu Bo Ming and Jing Tongzi, who were so close, also noticed the change and looked at each other with different expressions——
Lu Bo Ming looked gloomy and pale, while Jing Tongzi gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.
"Since this great master of the layout has chosen the incarnation, we will have to wait until the incarnation is completely refined. None of us will be able to escape. We all have to provide for this incarnation! In this case, why not take advantage of this incarnation before it is refined?
, when that big man has not fully arrived, go and fight!"
After saying that, he stopped approaching Lu Bo Ming, turned around, and walked towards the blood mist tornado, step by step, walking with great difficulty, as if he was under great pressure.
His words did not touch Lu Boming's heart, and the latter still sat cross-legged, looking like he was waiting to die.
On the contrary, the two Taoists following Lu Bo Ming were obviously moved. After looking at each other, they hesitated, struggled to stand up, and then took steps under great pressure.
However, the wounds on the bodies of these two Taoists were very serious. Every time they took a step, blood seeped out from their bodies. However, before the blood even dripped to the ground, it evaporated halfway and merged into the blood mist.
Not only these two Taoists, but also several people who came with Jing Tongzi, after hesitating for a moment, they all gritted their teeth and followed.
Suddenly, blood flew out like rain from the bodies of many Taoists.
"It's useless, it's useless..."
Lu Boming looked up and shook his head with a sad smile.
"No matter what we do, it's useless. You know exactly what kind of person you are facing!"
Huhuhu...
The wind howled and the air current surged.
The blood mist seemed to be stirred up by a big hand, roaring all over the mountains and plains, and things that were originally covered by the mist were revealed again.
Those people from the six sects who were wailing on the ground noticed the miserable state of others and saw the violent tornado of blood mist, which seemed to have fallen from the sky and poured into Song Zifan's body!
At this moment, they also realized something and became more and more worried.
But at the same time, they all saw those figures moving against the wind, saw their blood spilled, and felt the almost crazy thoughts of those people!
"It's those immortals from the Fude Sect!"
When these Taoists arrived just now, they were able to overwhelm the entire audience with boundless majesty. They showed their strength with every move they made. Naturally, everyone was deeply impressed by Jing Tongzi and others.
But now these few are in the same miserable state, even dripping with blood, and have fallen into the mortal world.
However, at a time when everyone was at their wits' end and couldn't even move, there were so many people carrying the burden forward, which still allowed a glimmer of hope to rise in everyone's hearts again.
Their eyes were focused on a few people, and they watched them walk forward and slowly approach Song Zifan.
At this moment, Song Zifan's flesh and blood were pulsing and twisting, and veins were bulging all over his body. The mist was flowing inside and outside. His eyes were wide open, but they were completely filled with mist, and his pupils could not be seen.
A vague and terrifying will was emanating from his body intermittently!
It's just a little touch and it's creepy!
"A mere mortal body can actually become the incarnation carrier of such a person. But if you let you achieve this career, we will only die! So..."
Jing Tongzi's face was full of madness, and he was hesitating for his life to repair the flying sword. He was unable to control it with magic techniques. He could only hold it in his hand and thrust it out like an ordinary sword!
"die!"
His sword thrust was decisive and swift!
Because Jing Tongzi knew very well that he only had this one chance, and he took advantage of the moment when the incarnation of the man behind the scenes was about to be completed, and made a desperate move. If he missed this opportunity, then...
Not only him, but the others who came with him also took out their own weapons, and even went into battle shirtless, attacking Song Zifan with fists and kicks of flesh and blood!
In an instant, cold light and strong wind roared, covering the young man's body, but...
A faint mist lingered, and a coercion erupted. The cold light and strong wind all stopped three inches away from Song Zifan's body, and he was not allowed to move in!
For a moment, the faces of Jing Tongzi and others changed wildly, revealing panic and despair!
"Impossible! It shouldn't be like this!"
While roaring, Jing Tongzi's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he pushed his strength and skill to the extreme!
His whole body was shaking.
Snapped!
With a crisp cracking sound, the long sword that was linked to life broke into pieces!
Puff puff puff puff puff!
Jing Tongzi and others all spurted blood, especially the leader, Jing Tongzi, who was covered in blood, his whole body was exhausted, and his eyes were completely swallowed by despair, and his thoughts began to fade.
"It's over."
He fell to the ground, looked at the only hilt of the sword in his hand, and laughed miserably.
"It's all over!"
Others are also gloomy, despairing, and broken-hearted.
These monks, who have specially tempered their lives and condensed their thoughts, once they lose their thoughts, the thoughts of decay will wrap around the surroundings like substance, and ripples will spread.
Even Taoist Master Minglou and others were also infected, completely despairing and thinking about death.
In an instant, there was deathly silence on the top of Taiping!
The hearts of the people are dead!
And this scene was also seen by Dingmenzi and others who tried their best to go up the mountain.
"We are doomed!"
He screamed miserably, stopped and stood there, his flesh and blood cracked everywhere began to fall away.
"I have said it before, no one can escape, no one can hide. Once this overwhelming formation is set up, not only the people in the formation, but also the people with great supernatural powers outside the formation will not be able to interfere inside."
Lu Bo Ming still sat cross-legged, but his face had a smell of relief.
"This is destiny, you can't force it! If you insist on contending, you will destroy yourself..."
Although his words were not loud, they reached everyone's ears and extinguished their last thoughts.
"Yes, that's exactly what it should be."
Suddenly, that "Song Zifan" moved and sat up cross-legged. His eyes filled with mist seemed to sweep over everyone and see through their hearts, revealing a strange smile.
"If you are willing to turn it into the material of the deity, you still have a chance of survival. Please note... huh?"
Before he finished speaking, he stopped suddenly, followed Song Zifan and turned his head, looking in one direction.
A ray of cold light flew quickly.
"It turns out there are still rats hiding," Song Zifan smiled faintly, raised a hand, and the mist surged, turning into a barrier, "These people were already..."
Poof
The mist barrier was easily penetrated, and a dart pierced directly into Song Zifan's right palm.
Blood bursts out from this right palm along with wisps of mist!
The mist contained a will of surprise and doubt.
"Are you surprised?" A figure walked slowly from a distance and said, "Actually, you shouldn't be surprised. After all, people will bleed when stabbed. This is common sense."
As he spoke, the man revealed his figure. He was the white lotus incarnation of Chen Cuo. He was covered in white clothes and wearing straw shoes that reached the ground. He took one step at a time, without any hurry or slowness, just like a mortal walking.
Facing another challenge, no one on the top of the mountain responded. They were still as silent as ever. Even if someone raised their eyes slightly and looked over, they quickly looked back.
In their view, the outcome is certain and no one can return to heaven.
It's just one more farce and one more death.
"It's you!"
But what surprised everyone was that with just one glance, "Song Zifan" recognized Chen Cuo, and actually showed anger, and smoke floated out of his seven orifices!
Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand fiercely!
With this movement, the entire Mount Tai seemed to pause for an instant, and then, the blood mist everywhere surged like crazy, rushing towards Chen Cuo!
In an instant, the mist fell, as if a hole had been opened in the sky. The mist shrouded and bloomed with cold light, bringing a sense of confusion, confusion, and confusion. Even if it was just a little aftermath, it fell on the surrounding people, making them already dead.
My mind has further lost its direction and is close to dementia!
Chen Cuo, however, did not dodge. He raised his hand, just like that, and blocked the falling clouds with his palm.
Strange to say, this seemingly turbulent falling mist, when it touched his hand, really seemed like an ordinary cloud of mist, rolling around his hand, overflowing, and slowly falling down.
"So uncontrollable," Chen Cuo squinted his eyes, and he could see a lot from the other party's reaction, "If you are really the master of the world, you should be a transcendent big shot, with a pattern far beyond the world.
In this world, why do you get so angry when you see me, like a gangster, and why do you act hastily and without any courage?"
Song Zifan's eyes widened, and it seemed difficult to understand the scene in front of him. Soon he felt that the blood mist used to push the incarnation further was slowly flowing away from Chen Cuo's hand. Although it was weak, it was very obvious!
So his face darkened, and he flicked his sleeves, dispersing the turbulent mist.
Chen Cuo retracted his hand and moved it behind his back calmly. On his palm, a little black energy and blood lines were traveling along the palm lines and slowly seeping into it.
Beside, the frustrated Jing Tongzi saw this scene, his dull eyes moved slightly, and he regained his energy.
Opposite me, Song Zifan narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "You are also an incarnation? What magical means did you use, and how did you dissolve the fog of troubled times?"
"It's not in line with common sense, so it's time to make changes!"
Chen Cuo suddenly kicked off his body, and he flew straight towards Song Zifan like an arrow from a string!
Song Zifan opened his hands, and layers of mist fell down, turning into barriers, turning the void into reality. Between each barrier, there was mist flowing, like a vortex, connecting the void. It seemed that once you hit it, you would lose yourself and your body, and fall into
In the unknown time and space!
But Chen Cuo didn't pay attention at all. He took the step of not recognizing his relatives and punched the barrier one after another, simple and direct!
The seemingly mysterious barrier was actually smashed open by this ordinary fist, just like the mist being dispersed!
Domineering! Unreasonable!
Seeing this scene, Jing Tongzi's pupils suddenly dilated.
"This person seems not to be restricted by the blood mist! No, he is immune to the magical powers in the blood mist!"
While he was thinking about it, Lu Boming in the distance also noticed the scene here, shook his head and said: "It's useless, it's all in vain..." But the words were stuck in his throat, and he looked at Chen helplessly.
He directly knocked open the last barrier, and then hit Song Zifan in the face with his fist!
This punch devoted most of Chen Cuo's body strength. Song Zifan, who was relying on the magical mist, was somewhat caught off guard. His face was immediately distorted by the punch, and turbulent mist gushes out of his mouth and nose, accompanied by
An incredible thought is scattered around!
boom!
His five senses were roaring and his mind was in confusion.
"What's going on? What's happening? What kind of magical power is this? It's so unreasonable and makes no sense!"
Not to mention him, even the people who were heartbroken heard the sound of fists colliding with flesh and cast their gazes over!
"So that's it, you are relying on the mist, you have to rely on this body. In this case, as long as the mist is beaten out, this plot will be defeated!"
But Chen Cuo was not polite. He saw the clues and immediately suppressed Song Zifan, waving his hands, and the fists greeted him all over his body like raindrops!
The punch is as heavy as a mountain, penetrating the bones and skin!
Song Zifan immediately screamed, and the wisps of mist began to seep out from the seven orifices and the pores all over his body!