"A bunch of dog slaves, do you really think that there are no Yin Demon puppets above the middle level of Red Tribulation?
So what if you use Xie Wanjuan’s bookmark to connect the inner and outer worlds, you are all going to die here!”
The Demonic Sword Spirit was extremely proud, and the dark purple sword light was brighter than ever before.
In the battle between Sheng Wuxu and Tai Fengxian, all the Yin Demon puppets above the Red Tribulation level were indeed wiped out. However, Sheng Wuxu tried his sword to kill countless people in the heavens, and he also sealed many of them in the Jiyinbo Demon Sword.
The material that has not yet been made into a puppet.
After losing the sword master, the Demon Sword Spirit repeatedly tried millions of times in more than 1,800 years, and finally independently refined these ten Yin Demon puppets of the Red Tribulation.
Although these ten Yin Demon giants are far inferior to the puppets made by their masters themselves, they are enough to deal with these seven dog slaves whose highest level is only the middle level of Red Tribulation!
It mobilized all the Yin demon essence to be injected into these ten Yin demon puppets that looked like faceless giants. The Yin wind gathered and more than 100,000 Yin demon puppets made by previous graduates fell to the ground one after another, and the ten red demon puppets
The extraordinary power fluctuations on the evil demon puppet who was in the upper position of the robbery became stronger and stronger, far exceeding the fluctuations on Yuan Tianren and the other seven people.
Seeing ten Yin Demon puppets approaching, Yuan Tianren's expression remained unchanged.
He waved his hand and took back half of the ten thousand bookmarks in the air, and the other half flew back to Liang De's martial arts soul and disappeared into the revolving lantern of life.
The worlds inside and outside the Sword Immortal Ruins have been connected and merged, and the mission of this half of the world-breaking treasure has been completed.
Chang Duanxuan smiled at Liang De and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Ade. We old guys will take care of the rest."
Sun Xunqiao shouted loudly from a distance: "Master, can you do it? The realm of the Yin Demon Puppet opposite you is one level higher than yours, and there are more people than you. If it doesn't work, let's run away!"
Chang Duanxuan twisted his beard and smiled, ignoring his useless second disciple.
How can we, the original practitioners of our generation who travel across the heavens, be afraid of these dead things that have no true nature?
Chang Duanxuan stretched out two fingers to the other dead souls under the sword and said:
"I'll hit two."
Yuan Tianren stood in the air with his sleeves flying: "Lao Chang and I will fight four together, and you will divide the rest."
Mo Feisheng stared: "I'll shoot two of them too!"
Jiang Chi and Nan looked at each other and said, "Two."
Zhao Tianji: "One."
Dong Tianbao: "I am one too."
The demon sword spirit is not angry but smiles:
"What a cowardly dog slave, you dare to pretend even when you are about to die! I will be your master after the Master Immortal passes away, and I will be the god of this Sword Immortal ruins! How dare you go against the will of heaven, I want to see you today
Let’s see how you die!”
"My destiny is up to me...not up to God."
Dong Tianbao clasped his palms together, and his ferocious face suddenly showed a kind expression. Sanskrit chants rang out in the air, and the Buddha's light spread all over the place, shining brightly, making his treasure look even more solemn.
"Everything that has an appearance is all false. There is no one, no self, no sentient beings, no life. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you have seen the Tathagata."
Dong Tianbao suddenly put down his clasped palms, and a crazy and ferocious expression appeared on Baoxiang's solemn face, like a blood-sea Shura.
"I don't see the Tathagata, why doesn't the Tathagata come to see me?
Tathagata! Why don’t you come to see me! Why don’t you come to see me!”
Amidst the roar of madness and extreme pain, Dong Tianbao suddenly slapped his forehead with his palm, beating the whole person to death without leaving a trace.
After Dong Tianbao's body and soul were destroyed, an invisible and formless thing suddenly appeared where he was.
This thing is high and majestic, but it is not the heaven and earth, mountains and seas; it is ever-changing, but it is not rain, snow, wind and frost; it is indestructible, but it is not gold, silver, copper and iron; it is ethereal, but it is not a dream.
Since it can be like steel and iron, why can't it be like clouds and fog, dreams and illusions, and the sky and the earth?
If I can incarnate everything, then what am I?
Dong Tianbao's way is to temper the self to the extreme, deepen the pain to the extreme, constantly temper the self, constantly alienate the self, and then find the unchanging consistency among countless completely different appearances.
He wanted to see what was causing pain!
That consistency that is always there is "I".
What if "I" died in pain and alienation?
If I, Dong Cun, are really so weak, I will deserve my death!
Dong Cunzhen, the original practitioner of the Pure Land system and the lower realm of Red Tribulation, his true nature is called
The one among me!
Dong Cunzhen's incarnation floated across the void towards a faceless giant in red, black, and black. The Yin Demon puppet in the upper position of Red Tribulation suddenly let out a miserable howl that shook the earth, and it swung out like crazy.
The fists that could overthrow mountains were fighting desperately with the invisible objects in the air, but they were still unable to catch the enemy's shadow.
Zhao Tianji put his hands on his back and walked higher and higher in the void. His back seemed to disappear into the sky the next moment, but it never disappeared.
He walked higher and higher, higher and higher, until finally leaving only an infinitesimal black spot.
Clouds gathered in the sky, blocking all light in the blink of an eye.
There is only a solitary white moon hanging high in the sky, scattering countless sword-like bright silver lights.
In the center of the plain white moon, the infinitely small black dot stood atop Qianren Peak, roaring with its sleeves raised, looking up to the sky.
"I want to do whatever I want.
What I want is what I want.
So what if you make a mistake, so what if you fail, so what if you die.
There is a ruthless moon in the sky, which is why I have no regrets in my life.”[1]
Zhao Gufeng, the original traveler of the lower realm of Red Tribulation from the Huangtian family, his true name is
A single-minded person!
The lonely cold energy that froze the sky turned into a ray of moonlight and shone on the head of a red and black faceless giant. It immediately cut off half of the body of the faceless giant, which was hundreds of feet tall.
A large amount of it poured out from the faceless giant's wound, quickly healing the faceless giant's body that had been cut away by the gang energy regardless of loss.
After recovering, the faceless giant roared and ran towards the lonely bright moon in the void, and the plain white moon rose higher and higher, as if it would never end. The faceless giant was illuminated by the changing moonlight of the cold and cold energy.
I kept chopping it up and repairing it, but I still couldn't catch up with the bright moon that went its own way to the ends of the sky.
When the demon demon sword spirit saw that the two Yin demon puppets with the upper body Red Tribulation were really being defeated by them, the demon sword spirit shook wildly with anger.
It looked at the tall, bearded man with a murderous look, and sent orders to the Yin Demon puppet with its spiritual thoughts.
I saw two faceless giants thousands of feet tall standing side by side, twisting and merging into one. The giants transformed into a two-headed and four-armed evil monster, which attacked Mo Feisheng with its hands and feet on the ground!
"The most important thing about Huanhai Xuanqi is accumulation over time. Mo Feisheng, a slave like you can't even afford a good meal, how much extraordinary power can you accumulate!"
Mo Feisheng looked into the void with blue eyes, and there seemed to be a vast ocean swallowing stars and the moon emerging from his eyes. The blue ocean was vast and boundless.
"There are so many... Haha, how dare you imitate my skills and use my drawings? What a fool these young people are.
Do you still want to treat me like a leek and think you are a super mechanic?"
This rough-looking man has mastered the spirit of martial arts, and his beard and hair are windless.
As a man who has wanted to become the Sword Master of the Southwest since he was a child, Mo Feisheng wanted to shout out those two words at this moment, but shouting out those two words seemed too cliched... but he felt unwilling to not shout out.
Mo Feisheng hesitated for a long time, then suddenly shouted:
"Give it all to me!"
I saw the water patterns on Mo Feisheng's martial arts spirit flashing and extinguishing, huge waves surging into the sky, and countless phantom sea waters swirling and condensing into a deep sea eye.
As soon as the eyes of the sea came out, the Haina Fantasy Treasures of all the students of the Sea Science Department in the Sword Immortal Ruins were involuntarily opened, and thousands of strange weapons, components and blanks stored in the Haina Magic Treasures all flew towards Mo Feisheng!
Even those demonic Haina phantoms who graduated from the Department of Sea Studies were forcibly opened by Mo Feisheng. All students who had used his free blueprints could not control their phantom hiding spaces after he activated the backdoor, and could only watch their hard-earned accumulation.
I don’t know how long it took, but the Xuanhai Xuanqi, which was more valuable than the private money saved by a middle-aged married man to buy games, disappeared!
Nameless, the first-year prefect of the Maritime Studies Department, watched helplessly as all his savings were looted by Mo Feisheng. He clenched his fists and fell to his knees with a plop, and a lot of desperate bubbles came out of his flat eel head: